“I need you, Brea. I’ve been putting it off too much, too long. I need to bury my cock in you. Feel you around me. That I’ve waited this long without bending you over a table and just taking you right then and there is a testament to the discipline I have.”
“Then stop waiting,” I coaxed him. “Take me.”And do it soon, while I’ve still talked myself into this being a good idea.
His response to my words was to pull loose his belt, kick off his shoes, and push his slacks down his legs, revealing his cock tenting against his black boxer briefs. I licked my lips at the sight of it, playing up my reaction, making sure he was watching and paying attention. He purred with desire, ready to properly take me.
Mark was back on top of me, his cock poking against my thigh. His hands caressed my curves to my panties, writhing in, touching my hot pussy. A sudden lightning bolt of pleasure shot through me as he rubbed a finger along my slit.
“I want to feel your hot, wet pussy around my cock. I’ve been imagining it for so damn long now,” Mark said, his deep voice sending more shivers through me.
“I didn’t come here wrapped up like a pretty package for no reason,” I reminded him, running my hands along the ridges of muscle on his strong back.
He answered by rubbing my clit especially hard, sending a blissful wave shuddering through me. He then grabbed the fabric of my panties and pulled them down my legs. I wriggled my hips in a desperate desire to be free of them.
Mark paused a moment to look down and over my body, taking in the sight of me. His look of amazement was unexpected, as if he couldn’t believe a woman so sexy was in front of him. I never expected a man to ever truly look at me the way he did. I suddenly felt strongly vulnerable and undeserving. Why would a man who looked so damn good himself, someone who could have any woman on the planet if he so desired, look at me like that?
Stop overthinking this!my inner sex goddess shrieked, throwing her shoes at me. I forced my attention back to Mark. It wasn’t difficult.
Now that I was naked, he was eager to join me in that state. His boxer briefs went down, his cock jutting out and throbbing hard, all for me. With nothing more in between us, he wasted little time before getting back on top of me, his naked form pressing against mine, igniting me head to toe with sensations and feelings for him.
He delivered another long kiss as sensual and exciting as the first one had been.
I reached down between us, grabbing his cock, stroking it, ready to guide it in. Then reality caught up and temporarily interrupted my dream. “Condom,” I whispered.
Without a single protest, he pushed himself up, went to a side drawer, and pulled one out.
Then, in a flash, he was back on top of me. I stole the package from him, tore it open, and reached down around his cock, rolling it onto him, feeling him shudder under my touch.
“Fucking hell, Brea,” he growled softly right into my ear. “I don’t want your hand, I want your tight little pussy.”
I smiled and resumed guiding him toward my slit, rubbing his cock in the wetness. The tip of his cock poked at the edge of my pussy, spreading me as he took over, pushing himself in bit by bit.
The tide rolling into me was incredible. I nibbled my lip as the feeling overtook me. My body squeezed him, the friction between us intense.
“Fuck, I haven’t been able to think about anything other than fucking you,” he said as he stroked my hair, tickling my head ever so slightly and giving me that marvelous smile of his. He kissed me hard again, and then his strong arms wrapped around me as he started to fuck me. The gradual pace sent vibrations through me, forcing the littlest of moans out of me.
It didn’t take long for me to get into it too—bucking into him, fucking him back, setting my rhythm with his. We were becoming one, building a greater and more intense pleasure between ourselves, fully dedicated to both of us getting the absolute most out of the encounter.
Our pace quickened, and our desires intensified then spiked up higher. My moans became louder and higher pitched, my words barely coherent. “Fuck, so fucking perfect, Mark....ohmygod.”
Mark kissed me hard. We were fully and completely into one another, running our hands over each other, rolling around the bed, laughing in between our moans of lust.
In the chaos of the moment, he fucked me fast and hard with one of my legs damn near pinned over me. Once we had learned one another and what the other wanted, we found it quickly. Our bodies were quick to work in concert to create something amazing.
This cannot be the only time we do this!
It was the beginning of an addiction. I wasn’t going to be able to let Mark go. Harder he fucked me, every thrust sending a roar through me so goddamn powerful and strong. The bliss shook through me, its epicenter my clit, echoing out to my core, my chest, my entire body.
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take much more of it, before I had to give in, unable to contain the pleasure he was giving me.
Only a few more strokes, and that’d be it for me. Him? He was right there with me, his teeth gritting, trying to endure it all just a little bit longer, to wring a tiny bit more joy from it.
A last kiss, a last thrust, and that was it.
I came for him once again. Powerfully my entire body shook for him, and I cried out loudly and incoherently for what he had done to me. The sensory overload of this climax, everything just being about Mark for that very second, was absolute sex heaven.
His hands dug into my hips, holding me tight, thrusting deep. His groan was long and serene, telling me that I was just as good for him as he was for me.
My only regret at that moment was that it couldn’t have lasted even longer.
