“You have gorgeous
breasts, Lara.”
“They’re small.”
He laughed, then showed her how much he liked them by
leaning forward and capturing one tip in his mouth, laving it with his tongue
until she was panting. Then he did the same to the other, squeezing the globes
together so he could lick both nipples.
She grasped his hair, tugging him closer. Sensing she needed
more, he grazed his teeth over her nipples and she cried out.
“Please, Mark, now.”
He agreed. He couldn’t wait any longer. He searched his
jeans pocket and found a condom, quickly sliding it on. Pushing her legs apart,
he slid her dress up over her hips, admiring her glistening sex, then settled
over her.
He slipped inside her with one thrust at the same time he
took her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her
legs around him.
Christ, she was tight. Virginal-tight, squeezing his cock in
a vise of pure pleasure. He stilled, afraid he’d embarrass himself by coming
immediately. But his balls were rock-hard and tight against his body, ready to
shoot a huge load of cum inside her. He fought for control, breathing deeply
through the sweet pulses of her pussy contracting around his shaft.
Being inside her was heaven and hell, sublime and torturous.
She moved against him fluidly, perfectly, her moans taking him higher and
higher. With unashamed abandon she touched him, caressed him, pulled him close
and kissed him with such passion he was afraid he might go crazy.
How could a woman he clearly had no intention of keeping be
so damn perfect?
Lara gasped at the unfamiliar sensations, emotion tangling
with the purely physical reaction to Mark’s lovemaking. With every thrust, he
touched her deeply, drawing a response she’d never known she could give. She
let it all go with him, like she never had before. Allowing herself the freedom
to respond to his every movement was a liberating experience.
She’d fight the questions and doubts later. Now she just
reveled in her body’s response to this fabulous man making love to her.
“Harder,” she commanded, pleased when he eagerly responded
by quickening his pace and thrusting deeper. Whatever she asked for, he gave,
time and time again.
“You keep talking to me like that, urging me to fuck you
faster, I’m gonna come,” he warned.
She grinned and kissed him, loving the feel of his heart
racing madly against her breast. “Then do it. Fuck me harder, Mark. Make me
come with you.”
She’d never been this wanton, this open, this willing to
tell a man exactly what she wanted. And yet with Mark, she was so at ease it
almost frightened her.
So many thoughts ran through her mind. Thoughts of how it
felt to have Mark inside her, what it meant to her, wondering what it meant to
him.
Too many things to think about now. She’d deal with all that
later. Now was the sensation, the culmination. “I’m close, Mark. I want it
deeper.”
With a dark grin he complied, his movements relentless as he
pulled back and powered hard and deep, grinding his pelvis against the tight
knot of her clit. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her, the
pulses squeezing his cock tight, pulling him even deeper inside her. With a
loud groan he followed along with her, clutching her tight while he jerked in
release.
The room went silent, save for their rasping breaths. Mark
moved to the side, still inside her, and threw his leg over her hip to keep her
close. Lara rested her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat go
from raging fast to normal.
He didn’t speak, just held her and caressed her back. Lara
started to worry when the minutes ticked by and he hadn’t said a word.
It had been monumental for her. But what about for him? She
hated to ask. Wouldn’t ask. That would be too needy and she wasn’t about to
start their relationship requiring constant reassurance that she’d been
acceptable in the sack.
Okay, maybe she was that needy. “Mark?”
“Yeah.”
“You
breasts, Lara.”
“They’re small.”
He laughed, then showed her how much he liked them by
leaning forward and capturing one tip in his mouth, laving it with his tongue
until she was panting. Then he did the same to the other, squeezing the globes
together so he could lick both nipples.
She grasped his hair, tugging him closer. Sensing she needed
more, he grazed his teeth over her nipples and she cried out.
“Please, Mark, now.”
He agreed. He couldn’t wait any longer. He searched his
jeans pocket and found a condom, quickly sliding it on. Pushing her legs apart,
he slid her dress up over her hips, admiring her glistening sex, then settled
over her.
He slipped inside her with one thrust at the same time he
took her mouth in a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her
legs around him.
Christ, she was tight. Virginal-tight, squeezing his cock in
a vise of pure pleasure. He stilled, afraid he’d embarrass himself by coming
immediately. But his balls were rock-hard and tight against his body, ready to
shoot a huge load of cum inside her. He fought for control, breathing deeply
through the sweet pulses of her pussy contracting around his shaft.
Being inside her was heaven and hell, sublime and torturous.
She moved against him fluidly, perfectly, her moans taking him higher and
higher. With unashamed abandon she touched him, caressed him, pulled him close
and kissed him with such passion he was afraid he might go crazy.
How could a woman he clearly had no intention of keeping be
so damn perfect?
Lara gasped at the unfamiliar sensations, emotion tangling
with the purely physical reaction to Mark’s lovemaking. With every thrust, he
touched her deeply, drawing a response she’d never known she could give. She
let it all go with him, like she never had before. Allowing herself the freedom
to respond to his every movement was a liberating experience.
She’d fight the questions and doubts later. Now she just
reveled in her body’s response to this fabulous man making love to her.
“Harder,” she commanded, pleased when he eagerly responded
by quickening his pace and thrusting deeper. Whatever she asked for, he gave,
time and time again.
“You keep talking to me like that, urging me to fuck you
faster, I’m gonna come,” he warned.
She grinned and kissed him, loving the feel of his heart
racing madly against her breast. “Then do it. Fuck me harder, Mark. Make me
come with you.”
She’d never been this wanton, this open, this willing to
tell a man exactly what she wanted. And yet with Mark, she was so at ease it
almost frightened her.
So many thoughts ran through her mind. Thoughts of how it
felt to have Mark inside her, what it meant to her, wondering what it meant to
him.
Too many things to think about now. She’d deal with all that
later. Now was the sensation, the culmination. “I’m close, Mark. I want it
deeper.”
With a dark grin he complied, his movements relentless as he
pulled back and powered hard and deep, grinding his pelvis against the tight
knot of her clit. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her, the
pulses squeezing his cock tight, pulling him even deeper inside her. With a
loud groan he followed along with her, clutching her tight while he jerked in
release.
The room went silent, save for their rasping breaths. Mark
moved to the side, still inside her, and threw his leg over her hip to keep her
close. Lara rested her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat go
from raging fast to normal.
He didn’t speak, just held her and caressed her back. Lara
started to worry when the minutes ticked by and he hadn’t said a word.
It had been monumental for her. But what about for him? She
hated to ask. Wouldn’t ask. That would be too needy and she wasn’t about to
start their relationship requiring constant reassurance that she’d been
acceptable in the sack.
Okay, maybe she was that needy. “Mark?”
“Yeah.”
“You
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