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"I dunno, baby. Why the fuck have I been watching the news of every state for the past two weeks waiting for this story? Why did I haul my ass up here, pushing eighty the whole way so I didn't miss you?" His hands moved out, landing at my hips, and pulling, making mine press into his, but keeping our upper bodies separated. "There just... seemed to be something here, don't you think?"
"We only knew each other for like a day."
"And yet here I am," he said, folding his arms across my lower back, pulling me closer. "And yet here you are ready to reevaluate a decade of plans."
"I didn't say anything about that being about being closer to you."
"Admit it's a factor. No matter how ridiculous it may seem given how new this all is. You wanted more of me."
I took a deep breath, knowing there was no way he would believe it even if I lied. "I wanted more of you."
"See? I knew all I had to do to hook a woman was cook her a good meal. And, you know, the orgasms probably didn't hurt either."
"Mm," I agreed, feeling an electric-like current move through me, seeming to rest and strengthen between my thighs where need was becoming a throbbing thing. "The orgasms might have definitely been a factor."
"Maybe I should give you some more. You know, just to make sure. For science."
"Science is the backbone of any logical argument," I agreed, tilting my head to the side as his head ducked to plant a kiss right below my ear. "We really should, um... oh," I groaned as his tongue traced down my neck.
"Should what?" he asked, pulling my shirt to the side to press a kiss beneath my clavicle.
"Should, um, conduct an experiment on the, yeah, that," I whimpered as his hands slid down my sides and slipped under my shirt, touching the bare skin of my stomach.
My skin felt overheated, more sensitive than it usually was. The very brush of his fingers across my ribs sent an almost painful surge of need through me.
"Been missing me, huh?" he asked, sounding satisfied in himself as I swayed against him. "So if I were to do this..." he trailed off as his fingers suddenly pressed me between my thighs unexpectedly, making me let out a moan. "Yeah, I thought so. I bet all it would take was five minutes of my tongue in that sweet pussy of yours and you'd be screaming my name."
He'd win that bet.
"But I'm not going to do that."
"Why not?" I whimpered as his fingers pressed my clit and then moved away.
"Because I am going to make you beg for it," he informed me, hands going to the hem of my tee again, slowly lifting it upward. "I think I earned the right to torture you after you made me think I would never see you again for a full week."
"Wouldn't it be more fun to rip each others' clothes off and then go at each other until we forget all those other pesky things?" I suggested as my arms went over my head and he discarded my shirt, leaving me bare from the waist up.
There was a rumbling laugh from Mark as he lowered himself down in front of me, hands going to the waistband of my shorts. "Nice try, baby," he said as the material slid down and I stepped out of my shorts and panties. "But you're just going to have to resign yourself to this reality," he told me as his head ducked, and his fingers spread me, and his tongue slid between my folds.
My legs wobbled so hard that I had to slam my hands down on his shoulders to hold myself up as he kept lavishing over me, driving me upward, getting to the point of proving his previous point. But just as my sex started to tighten, just as I was sure the torment was going to end, he pulled back, looking up at me with a wicked grin.
"I hate you," I whined as he got to his feet, hands going to my hips, pulling me back toward the bed then pressing me against it.
"And yet you're going to lay there and touch your pussy like a good girl while I get out of these pesky clothes."
He was right; I totally was.
I proved this by letting my legs fall open slightly, by letting my hand slide between them as he looked down at me.
"See?" he asked, voice deeper, eyes more hooded. He reached up behind his back, pulled his tee off, and tossed it to the side. "Spread your legs, baby. Let me see you slide that finger inside that wet pussy."
And really, with him looking at me with those gorgeous eyes, talking to me in that sex-sexy voice, standing there looking all god-like with all his muscles, was there really any way to deny him what he wanted?
