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As he pulled the door, his mouth fell open. Amy was lying on his king-size bed. The soft bed-side light on, illuminating her lush body covered by a transparent lacy negligee. His body prompted for her like lightning. His eyes caressed her from her honey haze pools, to her full breasts barely visible through the lace fabric, to the darker shade on the juncture of her thighs. He was lost. And he was found, as a sunny joy dominated his heart.
“Mark, come. I can’t wait any longer.” Her voice a velvety whisper, her eyes two pools of promise.
He didn’t need it said twice. He strode to the bed and lay over her, being immediately nested between her flexed thighs; wrapped by her arms. Her soft body welcoming him that way provoked such a rush in his guts. He sighed and buried his face in the curve of her neck, his arms circling her under her spine. She smelled of flowers and her own womanly scent.
“Oh, Amy. I miss you so much!” He groaned and his mouth covered hers in a deep thirsty kiss.
Amy was on the limit as well. She had had her share of lonely nights longing for him. So much so that she had started wondering whether pushing him away was the right thing to do. But when he came to apologise this morning she knew she had to do something special for him. She stopped at a fancy underwear shop after work and bought that sensuous piece. In her bedroom, she took a long scented bath. Then she watched attentively for his arrival home and went to his bedroom to surprise him, when she heard him coming up.
Mark ceased his kiss to unlace every tiny satin ribbon that tied her negligee closed. Each unbound ribbon revealed more of her creamy skin, which he worshipped with kisses. When he uncovered her breasts, he caught his breath at her beauty. He praised both full mounds in every possible way, one at a time.
“Amy.” He whispered in delight.
Amy arched for him, moulded her body to his and drank on his caresses as they were water in the desert. She unbuttoned his shirt removing it from his muscled shoulders in need to feel his smooth tanned skin and the taut muscles of his broad chest and his arms, section by section. Her feet stroked his legs over his trousers, making him feel even more wrapped in her.
His fingers found her lubricous centre and set to torment her to unbearable level. Her head fell back, lips parted, eyes closed, craving more. Craving all.
Sensing her readiness, Mark unfastened his trousers, making his notable stone-hard member pop out in bold exhibition. And embracing her again he finally dived in her. Slow, deep, sleek, extracting a long groan from her delicious mouth.
Receiving him deep in her felt like glory. It was more than her body. It was more than simple lust. It was as if her soul was getting fed, transcending what words could express, going beyond the tangible understanding. She held him, arms and legs, seeking the whole of him, making all her skin touch his.
But he was on the verge of an abyss, sweat seeding his forehead. “Amy.” He moved deep. “You’re driving me mad!”
She moved her hips in search for more. Her fingers in his hair, her groans more desperate, biting her lips as pleasure increased. The world exploded in a multi-prismatic light. A cry echoed in the room.
She squeezed him so tight that she hastened him. He moved in quick wild thrusts and he fell into the abyss in a dark consuming pleasure that gave her all he had. He lifted his head in abandon and grunted exultant.
He fell on her totally spent and they were holding each other like this for a long time. After a while they changed positions. He spooned her from behind, lacing her tightly. “I want you to sleep right here with me from now on.” He murmured hoarse in her ear. They fell asleep pacified at last.
Mark sought avidly after her the whole night. Such a long time away from her had thrown him into a starvation he wasn’t sure he’d be satiated of so soon. She drained him and she filled him with more energy at the same time. Total fulfilment spread over him each time he lost himself in her.
Next morning Amy woke up on time. She sat on the bed, sheet falling from her naked body. Mark stirred and opened his eyes to a faintly lit grey morning.
“Don’t go so early.” He moaned and his hand slid from the nape of her neck to the small of her back lazily.
“I will, Mark. It’s my duty to follow the working hours.” She looked for her negligee on the floor.
“You know you don’t have to.” He neared her body and circled her hips, pressing his need onto her.
“Of course I do.” The temptation of him was a seduction difficult to resist.
He kissed the top of her thigh. “We can go public about this. Everybody will understand.”
She turned abruptly to him and looked at him astonished. “We won’t! I don’t want to go through this grinding.” She found and dressed her negligee.
“Alright. I take it back.” He conceded, but secretly, he wanted to show everybody who she belonged to and shove the competition away. But he had to tell her about her father, first of all.
“Thanks.” She stood up and went to her room to prepare for work.
Days went by at work. Mark set their nights aflame. Whenever she was at home earlier than him, she retired to his king-size bed and, if dozing off, awoke by his ardent love-making. It was so consuming physical and emotionally that it made them fall asleep exhausted.
The R&D department was finally a reality. A cocktail party would welcome the new employees that evening. Amy had just enough time to go home and change into a fashionable golden cocktail dress. The colour matched perfectly her eyes and hair. It had a high-waist bellow her full breasts and fell in a satin skirt straight to her knees. Her shinny cinnamon curls were caught in a loose chignon on the top of her head, with some ringlets falling around her face. High-heels and a shawl complemented her look.
Mark didn’t have time to go home, but he was magnificent in his fine black suit and red tie. He turned and saw Amy arriving at the reception hall and his breath got caught in his throat in complete stupefaction. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. And all he could think was how he’d strip her off that dress later that night.
“Your ex-charge is worth a painter’s master-piece.” Mark heard Juan comment beside him.
A red-hot spear of jealousy cut through Mark and he had to hold himself with all his will-power not to react physically to the project-of-a-Latin-lover’s comment. “No doubt about that.” Mark grit between his teeth.
