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As my finger slid lower, so did his hands, reaching for his button and zip, then sliding his jeans and boxer briefs off.
There was a distinct pre-orgasm tightening as his cock came into view, hard and straining, and full of promise.
"Now, Scotti," he demanded on a sound that was hardly more than a growl.
Just as he commanded it, my finger slid in as his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it to the base.
After that, well, all I knew was the need I felt inside at seeing his cock, in imagining it buried deep inside me again. I never realized before how almost unbearably sexy it was to watch a man touch himself, especially so when he was doing it while watching you was all the more intoxicating.
I was so wrapped up in those thoughts that I didn't see his other hand reach out and snag my wrist, holding it still. "You don't come until I tell you to come," he growled, stroking himself faster.
And, desperate to get him to the edge as I was, I folded upward, reaching to cover his hand with my own, then leaning downward to take him in my mouth.
"Fuck," he growled, hand going to the back of my head, sliding into my hair at the base of my neck, curling, and pulling just to the point of pain.
He didn't let me torture him for long, though.
One moment I was taking him deep. The next, there was a stinging pain in my scalp as he yanked back roughly, twisting harder, making me angle up to look at him.
"On the bed, all fours," he demanded, making anticipation shiver through my belly.
I couldn't move fast enough.
I was vaguely aware of him reaching for his pants and the crinkle of a condom foil before I felt his hands sink into my hips, pulling me backward, then letting his fingers drift up my belly to cup my breasts, rolling the nipples with perfect pressure, making me shamelessly press my ass back into him.
His hands moved around and down my back, one grabbing my ass hard, the other moving between my thighs, and shoving two fingers inside me deep. Before I could even register the invasion, his fingers were fucking me hard and fast and unrelenting, making me collapse half-forward, fingers digging into the sheets.
"Mark, please," I begged, face buried in the sheets as his fingers somehow got faster, harder.
"Please, what?" he asked, sounding on edge himself.
"Please fuck me," I clarified, feeling his fingers pull out of me.
There was hardly even a pause before his cock was slamming inside me, impossibly deep, with enough pressure that my entire body jolted forward, making him slide his hand up my back to sink his hands into my hair, curling, wrapping, and yanking, using it to hold me in place as he started fucking me.
"Oh my God," I whimpered, shamelessly shoving back into him as he thrust forward, taking him as deep as my body would allow, driving me toward the peak faster than ever before. I could feel my walls tightening, almost painfully intense.
"Nope," Mark growled, pulling completely out of me just as I thought the torment was going to come to a glorious end.
"No," I whimpered, falling forward onto the bed as his hand slapped my ass hard enough that I was sure there would be a red mark there later.
But before I could even register the full sting, his hands were grabbing my hips and tossing me onto my back, taking my legs, and dragging them back so my butt was off the edge of the bed, my legs resting on his shoulders.
His hands slid up and down my calf as his smile went boyish again, making a strange tightening sensation start in my chest, something I was sure I had never felt before and therefore couldn't name, but it was a mix of amazing and terrifying, whatever it was.
"Really gotta make you suffer," he told me, kissing the inside of my ankle. "So you don't go running off without talking to me again first."
Then with that, I felt his cock press against then slowly penetrate me, unhurried, sweet. One of his hands slid down and between my thighs, moving gently over my clit as his gaze found mine and held.
And I was sure I never felt more exposed as I did right in that moment. Vulnerable. Completely bare to another person.
Where it maybe should have felt scary or uncomfortable, full of growing pains, all that I could seem to feel was a heavy sort of rightness.
Seeming to feel the heaviness himself - or possibly that was just me projecting my own feelings onto him - Mark lowered my legs, wrapping them around his lower back, then lowering himself forward, pressing his body fully into mine. It was the first time I realized how much I wanted that contact.
