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She startled and jumped from the armchair letting her blanket and book fall on the carpet. Mark froze, his voice stuck by the view of her. She was dressing a short silk pale pink night-gown held by almost non-existent shoulder-straps. It barely reached her mid-thighs. Mark swallowed a dry lump.
Amy looked at him and saw his angered expression. She didn’t need to ask the reason: it must have something to do with the day-off thing. Now he was looking at her, legs apart, hands on his waist, the perfect dominant male. Then the anger gave way to something else: that panther-like angled look that tore her guts apart. They glared mesmerized at one another for a long moment. His fierce eyes induced her female instincts to the extreme. Her instincts commanded her shamelessly, for this was her mate.
And she moved. Hypnotized by the demand of his dominant male stare. Slowly, eyeing him in the eyes, she backed. One step at a time. Until she felt the bed against her calves. Never leaving his enchanted stare, she sat. Slowly. His mouth fell open. Still slowly, she lay down, her arms above her head in a bold offer. Her silky cinnamon curls spread on the pillow. The translucent eyes of hers hazy with invitation. Their eyes still locked together. He never blinked.
His rational mind shut down and his body reacted instantly to her. He footed the door closed and neared the bed. He stared intensely at her, inch by inch, hypnotized. Mark lay over her as she nested his hips between her flexed legs. His both arms embraced her under her back, tightly.
Amy received the weight of him as relief. Her clear thought had bugged the moment he entered her room. Total system failure, not to be rebooted so soon. His thin sensuous lips came down on hers in a multitude of kisses. He licked her lips; he sucked her upper-lip; he small-bit her lower-lip; all in rapid succession causing waves of sensation to clash in her body. Her arms and legs circled him. And finally he kissed her as she wanted. He dipped his tongue in her mouth, demanding all, taking everything. She gave what he wanted and more. Their tongues entwined, chasing each other eagerly. Each fooling of his tongue put more fuel to her fire. It was burning her in every sensitive place.
When he lifted his head, they were both heaving in ragged breath. His mouth followed down her neck awaking her skin in its wake. But he wanted more. “Amy.” Her skin prickled in every inch he touched.
She tried to unbutton his shirt. She managed it to the middle with fumbling fingers. She made to distance from him to complete the task.
He embraced her tighter. “No!” He murmured in his deep desirous voice. “Don’t put a single inch between us!” He nibbled her shoulder. “I can’t stand it.” He plunged in her mouth again, even more hungrily. She let him, opening hers wider to allow him full access. She witnessed herself melding to him, her tongue involving his, responding to his.
Her fingers left his shirt and immersed in his silky hair to keep his mouth kissing. They kissed lengthy, until they could not keep from breathing anymore and had to part lips, panting. One of his hands came to her full breast, caressing all of it. But he wanted his palm on its smooth skin. Without hesitating, he tore the delicate night-gown and almost went mad. A soft murmur of surprise and excitement left her lips. She wore no panties: All her glorious beauty at the mercy of his admiration. Dear god! This woman was driving him to the edge! He held the base of her breast and tasted it with his mouth. She groaned, arching her body for more, her head lolled. Little electrical bolts originated there and travelled through her body right to the centre of her.
As she arched her body, she felt his considerable member stone hard. She wanted it. All of it. Her fantasies imagined him inside her. Oh, dear! She was getting desperate for him. Her hands roamed on his muscled body, getting the most they could from its half-dressed state. Her feelings went far beyond the physical sphere. As he drove her to maddening need, her mind, her heart, her essence were absorbed, taken over.
Her reaction fuelled him, he went on worshipping her breast, nibbling the pebbled nipple. It was not enough. He wanted more. He wanted all. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of that tempting mound in, wildly. It provoked such an intense reaction in her that she writhed under him. Her fingers drove down to search his trousers waistband. With difficulty, she undid it and pulled it down, revealing his full manhood. It was his turn to groan then.
“Amy.”
One of his arms never stopped embracing her possessively. The other wandered over her delectable body, which he appreciated in every detail with his narrowed calid eyes. His hand found her vital bud. She felt him stroking it tearing her apart with pleasure. And his fingers swam on it to the point of despair. Her despair.
They were both on the extremes of passion. Oblivious to reality. The fresh autumn night outside never mattered. The dim lamp cast a suave light on their tightly entangled bodies, as they moved, seeking one another.
His fingers tormented her and she could not wait any longer. She was on the verge of an explosion. She undulated under him, arched more for him and gasped pleadingly.
“Are you protected?” He asked breathlessly in a murmur.
“Yes.” Was the only possible breathed out sound for her. She had to take birth-control pills for health reasons.
The free arm of his sneaked under her waist again, holding her close, the closest possible. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her in one deep thrust. He filled her up and it felt like salvation. She sighed lengthy in contentment. But it was brief and her body protested for more. He moved in and out of her in sensuous long thrusts, intensifying her hunger. He held her more firmly, making her feel safe, warm, wanted.
“Amy.”
How could she have thought he was not affectionate? He was probably the warmest man on this planet. He continued moving arousing ever more intense waves which tightened her womb.
Mark was in a haze of heated passion. His mind clouded, his heart swelled with a kind of sunny warm feeling. He melted in her, melded, moulded. It was as if his whole being was funnelling into her in a potent joining.
He was losing control. Quickly. His urgency drove him out of himself. His mouth endeavoured hers in a savage kiss and when she broke it for air, his mouth descended to her neck, sucking it in total abandon. It got her hotter, all his caresses multiplying the sensations brought by his thrusts. She couldn’t hold it anymore, she exploded in a red-hot orgasm that reaped the whole of her, throwing her in a black pool of pleasure.
Now he let himself go crazy in her. Thrusting among grunts. Deeper. Deeper. Until he spent the life of him in her in a long groan. He fell on her in total release. He kept there, embracing her in complete rapture for a long moment.
Mark pulled the duvet which was placed on the brass bed-foot board. He finished undressing himself. Spreading the duvet over them, he lay behind her, holding her close, his face involved in her cinnamon fragrant hair. He put off the light. They fell asleep relaxed and happy.
Amy was warm and cosy in her hazy sleep. There was a muscled calid body enfolding hers in its arms. There were lips kissing her behind her ear. And it felt good. Too good. Arousing, in fact. There was a hard...oh...hard member pressing on her back. Solid biceps turned her to the god who had pleasured
her so shamelessly. She awoke to find Mark’s feline eyes on her in the penumbra of her girlie bedroom. On her queen-size brass-boarded bed. Her hands itched to caress his magnificent body. She indulged in running her privileged hand on his trained biceps, his tank-shaped chest, his six-packed belly and their silky hair. Her fingers dared down, to the huge extension of his total erection.
And immediately he was over her, embracing her with both arms, engulfing her in double as much enjoyment as before. They had it again: complete abandonment, mindless surrender, maddening orgasm.
Mark opened his eyes to the faint early morning light and looked at Amy in his arms, under the duvet. She meant paradise. Exactly as he knew she would. Their lovemaking was so fulfilling that he wanted nothing more than lie there forever, enfolding her. He grinned self-mockingly. Wasn’t it so timely to have the day off today? He wanted to spend it making her go crazy in his arms. All the twenty-four hours! His body reacted at the thought. He moved his hand and cupped her full tempting breast. He rolled the already hardened nipple between his thumb and his fore-finger. She groaned her sleep fading. He rubbed his erection on her buttocks and she awoke to have him. They made love again, steaming.
It was mid-morning when Amy opened her eyes to full morning light. She still felt Mark’s arms around her. His stubble mouth was caressing her shoulder idly. She turned to him. Their eyes met. She felt no embarrassment. What they had shared seemed only natural. But this deep molten desire coursing through them was a complete novelty for her. Therefore there was no false modesty as she met his intense stare. He appeared relaxed, released. Content.
“Good morning.” He wished in a low deep tone. But his hand was wandering distractedly over her thigh, hip, waist in such a slow, inviting caress.
