Mark needs no direction in navigating my nether regions.
Using his thumbs to part my folds, he languidly licks me from my core to my clit, and I nearly rocket off the bed.
Pressing a palm on my abdomen to hold me in place, he taunts, “You like that, do you?” Without waiting for a response, he quickly repeats his movements.
I’ll assume that’s a rhetorical question, because my senses are so overloaded, I can barely think words, let alone form them.
Fisting my hands into his hair, my body bucks to meet him stroke for stroke.
Electric sparks start deep in my spine and splinter through every fiber of my being, making this the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.
My body flashes with heat, my vision goes black, and all I can do is hold on and revel in wave after wave of ecstasy.
Holy fucking shit, what is Mark doing to me?
He’s relentless and doesn’t stop until my body stills, and my bones feel as if they’ve been replaced by jelly.
Lifeless, I lie on the bed, eyes closed, wondering if I’ll ever be able to move again.
I’m vaguely aware of him climbing up the bed beside me.
I feel Mark prop himself onto his side as his fingers stroke across my skin.
When the backside of his fingers slides along my jaw, he finally speaks, “You okay over there?”
“Shhh… Feels too good to move,” I hiss, not wanting to leave this state of consciousness.
My eyes might as well be superglued together, and my limbs are like bricks. If I die, this is truly the best way to go.
His sexy chuckle fills the room. “I think I can find a way to make you feel even better.”
Now, this has my attention.
Slowly, I force myself to face him and pry my eyes open.
“Really? You think you can top that?”
“Oh, Faye. You have no idea what I can do,” he says, bringing his mouth to mine.
The touch of our lips brings a spark of energy back to me.
Rolling to my side to face him, my hard nipples brush against his broad chest.
Needing him closer, I run my hand along his back and pull myself flush against him. When my fingers trail along his belt, I declare, “You have entirely too many clothes on, Lancaster.”
“Hmm… I think I can remedy that.”
Within seconds, he’s standing at the base of the bed, toeing off his shoes and unbuckling his belt. Needing in on the action, I fly across the mattress on my knees to assist him. My fingers make it just in time to help him push his cargo pants over his hips, leaving him standing only in black boxer briefs.
This man is a sight to be seen.
My eyes never leave his as I reach behind my back.
Unhooking my bra, I slowly remove it and drop it on the floor beside us in a challenge.
For the longest time, we wordlessly stare at one another as the energy crackles between us. All that we hear is our heavy breathing and the blood pulsing through my ears as my heart thunders.
Mark breaks the silence when he hooks his thumbs in his boxers, pushes them off his hips, then says, “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart.”
