Chapter 9
Nine
Maria
There is a high probability that I’m going to hate myself tomorrow.
Not because of the sex that I just know I’m about to have right here on the bench, but because I didn’t drag this out longer.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to Mark yet, and I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen once this happens.
Unfortunately, I’m not thinking with my head as I grind against him. In fact, I’m not thinking about much at all except for how good his hands feel against my skin and how I want so much more.
His mouth claims mine with such force and ferocity that I forget how to breathe, and his hands on my ass move me against him, the head of his cock hitting my clit over and over again.
He’s bigger than I thought he would be, and that’s just what I can feel through his jeans.
I can’t be too far off, though, since there is nothing between me and his jeans but the thin material of my panties, which are now soaked through.
I’m losing myself in the feel of him when his hands move from my ass to the soft flesh of my thighs and then slowly drift further up. When the tips of his fingers brush against the lacy material, he growls low and deep. It’s the sexiest sound in the entire world.
“You wear these for me?” he rumbles.
I nod. “I did.”
His teeth dig into my bottom lip as his fingers continue their exploration. He runs them directly over my center, hitting my clit along the way, and pleasure pulses all the way down to my toes.
“Fuck. You’re soaked, Maria.”
“Can you blame me?” I ask, kissing him hard.
“I want more.” The raw need in his voice makes my pussy throb with desire, and I gasp as I bite back a moan.
“Yes,” is all I can manage to grind out.
The moment he has the go-ahead, he shoves my panties off to the side and slides a finger into me.
All rational thought ceases to exist, and my nails dig into his shoulders as he slowly begins to move it in and out of me.
I want to enjoy this; it feels incredible, but it’s not enough to extinguish the fire that’s slowly burning me from the inside out.
If I don’t get some relief soon, I might just combust.
This time, I moan aloud and instantly go for his belt. However, I’m too distracted by the way he’s making me feel just with his finger that I can’t seem to get it undone. I growl in frustration. “Undo your pants.”
He chuckles against my mouth, his thumb drawing small circles against my clit. “So bossy.”
He continues to toy with me a little while longer, driving me crazy, and just as I’m about to remind him of what I want, he finally pulls his finger out of me completely.
My pussy clenches greedily, and I can’t drag my eyes away as he undoes the button on his jeans and tugs down the zipper.
When he pulls his cock out, I bite my lip in awe, my mouth watering.
“That’s… not going to fit,” I whisper, unable to find my breath.
“Yes, it will,” he replies. His voice is husky, thick with the same amount of desire I feel in myself.
Maybe it will fit, but it’s going to be tight. He’s long and fat, and my ovaries are practically panting with anticipation.
With nothing left to be said, I rise onto my knees a bit as he shoves my panties off to the side and positions himself at my entrance. I quickly send up a silent little prayer that he’s not about to rip me in two.
“Maria,” he murmurs, and my eyes snap open. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes.
Slowly, I begin to lower myself onto him, and because I’m so wet already, the head slips in without any resistance. I gasp in surprise as Mark hisses through his teeth, and his hands fly to my hips, his grip so hard his fingers are digging into my flesh.
“Easy,” he tells me.
I nod and keep going. The whimper that escapes my lips as my pussy swallows him inch by agonizing inch is embarrassing as hell. But he’s stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched before, and when he’s fully seated inside me, my pussy clenches tightly around his length.
“Jesus,” he growls, squeezing my hips even harder. He lifts a hand to brush the hair I had been hiding behind out of my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just… I need a minute,” I gasp. “You aren’t exactly small.”
He nods, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I know.”
Other than kissing me, Mark doesn’t move, and I know it’s because he’s giving me the time I need for my body to adjust. The sting is intense, so it takes a moment, but it eventually lessens to the point where I feel like I can move.
Tentatively, I rock my hips, testing to be sure, and the feel of his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside of me makes me moan loudly.
He groans, his grip on me tightening. “Don’t do that unless you're ready, Maria. I’m barely holding it together as it is.”
“I’m ready,” I murmur before pressing my lips against his as I move my arms around his neck.
He grips my ass and lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all, and then he lowers me back down. The move is slow, deliberate, and we moan together in unison.
“So fucking tight,” he grinds out.
My head falls back against my shoulders as my hips snap against his at a pace that’s much more in tune with how insanely turned on I am. He feels so fucking good, like heaven, and already I can feel the fire ignite in my lower belly.
With his hands on my hips again, he helps me ride him, harder and faster. My moans fill the air around us, getting louder and louder as I fly toward the edge of climax.
The sound of our bodies coming together consumes me, and I stop worrying about the fact that we are in public.
At any moment, someone could come down the road, park in one of the spots next to Mark’s car, and see us fucking.
They’d either call the cops, and we’d go to jail and be put on the sex offender registry, or they’d watch us like dirty little freaks.
Either way, I don’t care. In fact, the possibility of getting caught makes this feel all the more forbidden, and forbidden is always hotter. At least in my opinion.
The fire in my abdomen continues to grow, faster and faster, until it’s all-consuming. Mark’s name leaves my lips in a moan, and his fingers dig into my ass, no doubt leaving bruises.
“Come with me, baby,” he tells me through gritted teeth. It takes a moment for it to register that he’s actually holding off his own orgasm as he waits for me to reach mine.
It’s that knowledge that has me completely falling apart. I scream his name, my whole body going tense and rigid as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had takes hold of my body. My thighs quiver and shake, my pussy rippling and clenching over and over again.
Mark curses as he impales me on his cock. It swells inside of me, pumping heavily as it fills me with his cum. There’s so much of it, I’m surprised it doesn’t start leaking out of me.
Grabbing the back of my neck gently, he guides my mouth back to his, and he kisses me passionately. There’s so much feeling and emotion in that one kiss that it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
“I’m falling for you, Maria,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’m falling for you really fucking hard.”
Whether he notices me tense or not, he doesn’t show it as he presses a chaste kiss to my swollen lips and then holds me against him.
We head back home not long after we fix our clothing, and his words are echoing in my head the entire time.
One would think that I’d be over the moon after his confession, if that’s what that was, but instead, it scares me more than the thought of him leaving.
I can’t even explain why I find it so terrifying either.
If he falls for me, it means he wants to stick around, right? Isn’t that what I want? I thought it was. I mean, hell, any girl would be lucky as hell to have Mark fall for her, so what’s the issue? Why does it feel like I’m completely shutting down the idea?
I am so lost in the downward spiral that is my thoughts that I didn’t even realize I had gone the whole drive back to my place without saying a word. It’s only when Mark opens my door that I realize where we are, and I smile sheepishly as I take his hand and allow him to pull me out of the car.
As we walk to the front door of the building, he holds my hand firmly in his, as if he’s afraid to let me go.
It’s obvious that he has sensed the change in me now, and I wish that I could reassure him, but I don’t have the slightest idea of what to say.
How can I, when I don’t even know what’s going on myself?
“Look,” he begins once we reach the door.
“I can tell you’re freaking out about what I said back there.
It’s causing you to shut down on me, and I don’t like it.
” Pinching my chin with his fingers, he lifts my gaze to his.
“I’m not going to lie to you, Maria; that’s not who I am.
I meant what I said. Even though we barely know each other, I am already head over fucking heels for you.
So, you have a decision to make. Either you’re all-in, and you want to explore this with me, or you don’t, and we end this now before it gets too messy.
The last thing I want is for you to get hurt. ”
Instead of waiting for me to form a response, he kisses me for what feels like the millionth time today. But it’s still just as amazing as the first time, and leaves me just as breathless.
“Take all the time you need to work through whatever is going on in your head, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
I still can’t form a single fucking word as he gives me a sad smile and walks back to his car. My heart breaks at the sight of how defeated he looks because it’s my fault that he feels that way. For reasons even I don’t know, I am seemingly incapable of allowing myself to be happy.