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steps back until I was against the window that overlooked a view of Times Square. He continued to bear down on me as though I was his prey.
“Mark,” I whispered as my nerves ran amuck. Butterflies had taken root in my stomach. My palms grew sweaty, my thighs moistened and my mouth became dry.
“Shh,” Mark whispered, as his finger covered my lips. Then he replaced it with his mouth. I stood motionless as he kissed me. Unaware of what was happening, but wanting so much more. My heart was breaking even as I fell deeper in love with Mark.
I opened to him, and he pressed his body against mine, inhaling the moan that left my lips. All five of my senses were being overloaded by him. I could no longer hear anything but the rapid beating of my heart. I tasted coffee and whipped cream on his tongue as I inhaled his manly sandalwood scent. I looked into his eyes when he pulled away. My body burned with the need to touch him everywhere.
“Tell me no,” Mark whispered as he dropped to his knees. I watched in fascination while he untied the bow on my drawstring shorts. I shivered as I watched him pull down my shorts, exposing a pair of black lace underwear.
I was already panting and clinging to the glass and he had barely touched me. He placed a kiss on my stomach just above my underwear and I thought my body was on fire. I watched eagerly as he feathered kisses all around my underwear. He even pried my legs apart to kiss the inside of my thigh. I let out a groan as moisture flooded my thighs behind each kiss.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, even as he tugged on my underwear. I refused to say a word or even whimper as he lowered them ever so slowly. I bit my lip to keep my sounds at a minimum. Despite my desire, I guarded my heart.
As my underwear reached the floor, he lifted my right leg and placed it over his shoulder. I nearly lost my balance as he did the same to the left. Then he stood up with my legs draped over his shoulders and my body six feet up in the air. My back to the open window facing Times Square, and my pussy facing a very hungry Mark.
I had nowhere to go and nothing to grab onto except for him. I grabbed my breasts instead of pushing him into me. As ready as I was to come, I would surely suffocate him. I watched his face below me, facing my entrance, and felt the blood rush to my clit as it throbbed with each breath he exhaled.
“Last chance. Tell me you don’t want me.” Mark looked up, waiting for my words.
“I love you, Mark,” I murmured breathlessly, and then I pushed his head into my crotch. I heard a light laugh, but the sound didn’t last long as I felt that first brush of his tongue. I twisted my hands in his silky hair and moaned with pleasure.
I released his hair and pulled my tank top down to expose my breasts. I tugged on the nipples as Mark rode me higher and higher up the cliff. My racing heart had finally drowned out my moans. I needed this release more than my next breath.
“Please.” I gasped between moans. His pace quickened and suddenly I felt it coming on strong. I tightened my stomach and my thighs. Wanting to scratch and claw up the glass window, I was forced to endure every unrelenting lick and thrust. I bit my lip and pinched my breasts as I screamed through the beginning of my orgasm. Electricity pulsated as the waves crashed over me. As he continued, his onslaught of my clit heat ravaged my body. Sweat dripped from my brow as I was steamrolled beneath the agonizing pleasure he bestowed upon me.
I struggled to catch my breath as he lowered me. I was grateful he kept a hold on me because I didn’t think I could stand. My legs trembled. He slanted his head and placed his mouth over mine. I tasted myself on him and it only stirred the pulse behind my clit once more.
Mark ripped my tank top off and I stood completely naked before him. The glass at my back was soothing as my skin flamed while he looked over my body. Then he turned me to face the glass. I could see all
“Mark,” I whispered as my nerves ran amuck. Butterflies had taken root in my stomach. My palms grew sweaty, my thighs moistened and my mouth became dry.
“Shh,” Mark whispered, as his finger covered my lips. Then he replaced it with his mouth. I stood motionless as he kissed me. Unaware of what was happening, but wanting so much more. My heart was breaking even as I fell deeper in love with Mark.
I opened to him, and he pressed his body against mine, inhaling the moan that left my lips. All five of my senses were being overloaded by him. I could no longer hear anything but the rapid beating of my heart. I tasted coffee and whipped cream on his tongue as I inhaled his manly sandalwood scent. I looked into his eyes when he pulled away. My body burned with the need to touch him everywhere.
“Tell me no,” Mark whispered as he dropped to his knees. I watched in fascination while he untied the bow on my drawstring shorts. I shivered as I watched him pull down my shorts, exposing a pair of black lace underwear.
I was already panting and clinging to the glass and he had barely touched me. He placed a kiss on my stomach just above my underwear and I thought my body was on fire. I watched eagerly as he feathered kisses all around my underwear. He even pried my legs apart to kiss the inside of my thigh. I let out a groan as moisture flooded my thighs behind each kiss.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, even as he tugged on my underwear. I refused to say a word or even whimper as he lowered them ever so slowly. I bit my lip to keep my sounds at a minimum. Despite my desire, I guarded my heart.
As my underwear reached the floor, he lifted my right leg and placed it over his shoulder. I nearly lost my balance as he did the same to the left. Then he stood up with my legs draped over his shoulders and my body six feet up in the air. My back to the open window facing Times Square, and my pussy facing a very hungry Mark.
I had nowhere to go and nothing to grab onto except for him. I grabbed my breasts instead of pushing him into me. As ready as I was to come, I would surely suffocate him. I watched his face below me, facing my entrance, and felt the blood rush to my clit as it throbbed with each breath he exhaled.
“Last chance. Tell me you don’t want me.” Mark looked up, waiting for my words.
“I love you, Mark,” I murmured breathlessly, and then I pushed his head into my crotch. I heard a light laugh, but the sound didn’t last long as I felt that first brush of his tongue. I twisted my hands in his silky hair and moaned with pleasure.
I released his hair and pulled my tank top down to expose my breasts. I tugged on the nipples as Mark rode me higher and higher up the cliff. My racing heart had finally drowned out my moans. I needed this release more than my next breath.
“Please.” I gasped between moans. His pace quickened and suddenly I felt it coming on strong. I tightened my stomach and my thighs. Wanting to scratch and claw up the glass window, I was forced to endure every unrelenting lick and thrust. I bit my lip and pinched my breasts as I screamed through the beginning of my orgasm. Electricity pulsated as the waves crashed over me. As he continued, his onslaught of my clit heat ravaged my body. Sweat dripped from my brow as I was steamrolled beneath the agonizing pleasure he bestowed upon me.
I struggled to catch my breath as he lowered me. I was grateful he kept a hold on me because I didn’t think I could stand. My legs trembled. He slanted his head and placed his mouth over mine. I tasted myself on him and it only stirred the pulse behind my clit once more.
Mark ripped my tank top off and I stood completely naked before him. The glass at my back was soothing as my skin flamed while he looked over my body. Then he turned me to face the glass. I could see all
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