the intoxicating hardness of his body. She pressed upward, moving her hips against his, almost delirious in her need to connect with him in the most primal way.
“Mark, now, ” she begged. “I need...”
“Hold on, baby,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”
In seconds his mouth was on her, licking and nipping at her most sensitive parts.
“Damn, Becky, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he growled, from somewhere at her center.
She wanted to ask him how long, but the ability to form words left her as he began to suck. She could think of nothing other than the waves of pleasure he was creating. At that moment she would have given anything to keep him right where he was for as long as possible.
Seconds later she peaked, crashing into an abyss of pure sensation.
Mark kissed her as she came down, his mouth even more urgent than it had been before. Knowing what he needed, what they both needed, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Mark...now,” she whimpered against his mouth.
“Yes, now, ” he said, and sheathed himself inside her with a quick flex of his hips.
She groaned and clenched her body around him, wanting to keep him there forever.
She let her eyes drift closed as he started moving, losing herself in the sensation.
“No, don’t,” he whispered. “I want you to look at me.”
When she opened them he was looking at her fiercely.
“I want you to see. To know it’s me that’s doing this to you,” he said as he thrusted, pressing against all the right spots.
“Only you,” she gasped as he moved inside her. “You’re the only one that’s ever done this to me.”
“God, Becky,” he rumbled, heat flooding his gaze as his pace quickened. “You’re amazing. Where have you been all my life?”
“I’m. Right. Here. Now,” she said.
The heat stabbing through her from his thrusts and the weight of his gaze melded together into a hot haze of perfection, and she felt her world beginning to splinter.
“Mark, I’m going to...”
“Come for me, Gorgeous Girl,” he said, smiling down at her.
And she did, waves and waves of sensation swamping her psyche and blurring his face in front of her.
His expression turned fierce and with a guttural moan he followed her over the cliff.
Afterward they lay twined together, their hearts beating in time. Becky lost herself in the perfection of the moment, unwilling to move and let the real world in again. If she knew the sex would always be like that she’d never let this man go...
When she could put words together again, she said, “You know, until very recently I thought I was bad at that.”
“Why on earth would you think that?” Mark said, genuinely shocked. “Becky, you’re amazing.”
He watched as she flushed, the rosiness reaching all the way down her chest.
“Oh, I...uh...shouldn’t have said that out loud. My internal filter must be busted.”
He pulled her into his arms. “But you did. Must’ve been on your mind. Why?” He was surprised at how much he wanted to know.
She looked down at her hands and picked at her fingernails. “Oh, you know. Heard from an ex. Stirred up bad memories.”
Judging by the way she was closing in on herself, they must have been spectacularly awful memories. Then he remembered a snippet from the night he’d found her asleep in the kitchen.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that Pence guy, would it?”
She looked at him sharply. “How would you know that?”
“You were talking in your sleep. That night in the kitchen.”
Realization dawned on her face. “Oh. Right. Well, yeah, that’s the one. But you know... Every girl’s got one.”
“Got one what?”
“A voice. One that points out her flaws and harps on her inadequacies. Mine sounds like him.”
Mark felt a wave of anger roll across his brain. “If I ever meet this guy I’m going to have a thing or two to say to him. He sounds like a piece of work.”
Becky looked at him, a wry
“Mark, now, ” she begged. “I need...”
“Hold on, baby,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”
In seconds his mouth was on her, licking and nipping at her most sensitive parts.
“Damn, Becky, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he growled, from somewhere at her center.
She wanted to ask him how long, but the ability to form words left her as he began to suck. She could think of nothing other than the waves of pleasure he was creating. At that moment she would have given anything to keep him right where he was for as long as possible.
Seconds later she peaked, crashing into an abyss of pure sensation.
Mark kissed her as she came down, his mouth even more urgent than it had been before. Knowing what he needed, what they both needed, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Mark...now,” she whimpered against his mouth.
“Yes, now, ” he said, and sheathed himself inside her with a quick flex of his hips.
She groaned and clenched her body around him, wanting to keep him there forever.
She let her eyes drift closed as he started moving, losing herself in the sensation.
“No, don’t,” he whispered. “I want you to look at me.”
When she opened them he was looking at her fiercely.
“I want you to see. To know it’s me that’s doing this to you,” he said as he thrusted, pressing against all the right spots.
“Only you,” she gasped as he moved inside her. “You’re the only one that’s ever done this to me.”
“God, Becky,” he rumbled, heat flooding his gaze as his pace quickened. “You’re amazing. Where have you been all my life?”
“I’m. Right. Here. Now,” she said.
The heat stabbing through her from his thrusts and the weight of his gaze melded together into a hot haze of perfection, and she felt her world beginning to splinter.
“Mark, I’m going to...”
“Come for me, Gorgeous Girl,” he said, smiling down at her.
And she did, waves and waves of sensation swamping her psyche and blurring his face in front of her.
His expression turned fierce and with a guttural moan he followed her over the cliff.
Afterward they lay twined together, their hearts beating in time. Becky lost herself in the perfection of the moment, unwilling to move and let the real world in again. If she knew the sex would always be like that she’d never let this man go...
When she could put words together again, she said, “You know, until very recently I thought I was bad at that.”
“Why on earth would you think that?” Mark said, genuinely shocked. “Becky, you’re amazing.”
He watched as she flushed, the rosiness reaching all the way down her chest.
“Oh, I...uh...shouldn’t have said that out loud. My internal filter must be busted.”
He pulled her into his arms. “But you did. Must’ve been on your mind. Why?” He was surprised at how much he wanted to know.
She looked down at her hands and picked at her fingernails. “Oh, you know. Heard from an ex. Stirred up bad memories.”
Judging by the way she was closing in on herself, they must have been spectacularly awful memories. Then he remembered a snippet from the night he’d found her asleep in the kitchen.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that Pence guy, would it?”
She looked at him sharply. “How would you know that?”
“You were talking in your sleep. That night in the kitchen.”
Realization dawned on her face. “Oh. Right. Well, yeah, that’s the one. But you know... Every girl’s got one.”
“Got one what?”
“A voice. One that points out her flaws and harps on her inadequacies. Mine sounds like him.”
Mark felt a wave of anger roll across his brain. “If I ever meet this guy I’m going to have a thing or two to say to him. He sounds like a piece of work.”
Becky looked at him, a wry
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