Needing to move, I beg, “Mmmm… More, Mark.”
Mark slowly pulls out almost to the tip, then thrusts back in.
It hits the perfect spot. “Oh… Fuck… Right there.”
Gripping his ass, I pull him close. “Faster, Mark. I need you.”
What starts as slow, languid thrusts turns into a fiery frenzy.
We’re nothing but tongues, teeth, and carnal need. The way his hips piston into me, I truly can’t get enough. I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm in a matter of minutes.
Without warning, Mark flips us over and demands, “Ride me.”
Pressing my hands onto his chest for balance, I quickly find a rhythm.
Reaching for my breasts, he pulls and plays with my nipples.
“God, Faye… You’re phenomenal,” he pants as I grind my pelvic bone against his.
“Oh… Right there, Mark,” I plead when he pinches my nipple, and electricity zips through my spine. “That feels… so… good.”
My core clenches when Mark’s sexy voice fills the room. “Fuck… You’re even more responsive than I remember.”
“I blame you,” I admit, grinding on him. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I blame us,” he says as he thrusts from below me.
Even from the bottom, he’s taking control.
But I’ll never complain.
At this angle, his cock hits me in a place only he has ever reached.
When he cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers, the earth shatters beneath me. Sparks of energy break from my core and pulse through every nerve ending of my body.
As I spasm around his cock, I feel Mark thrust into me faster.
Once, twice, three times.
On the fourth, he reaches for my hips and grinds me onto his cock, pressing deeper than before.
His loud groan fills the room, and through my tremors, I feel him release into me. Wrapping my arms around his body, I squeeze his pulsing cock as long as I can, never wanting this moment between us to end.
Eventually, our bodies relax into one another.
If I thought I was boneless before, I was sadly mistaken.
Listening to the steady beat of his heart as I lay my head against his chest, my limbs feel like lead weights, and the only thing I’m aware of is how perfect it feels to be in his arms.
Stroking my hair down my back, Mark eventually breaks the silence. “You still with me?”
“Barely,” I confess. “That was…” I trail off, fighting to find the words.
“Unlike anything I’ve experienced before.”
Thankfully, he takes the words right out of my mouth.
“That was definitely one of my best firsts,” I admit. “You always did know how to take things to the next level.”
