‘A lot of Nordic Track rowing, but we can swap exercise tips later.’
‘Good call,’ I mumble, impatiently reaching for the fly of his jeans.
He stills my hands. ‘We’re going to take this nice and slow.’
‘I’m not sure slow works for me.’
‘Lie down, Nella,’ he whispers.
I lean back, resting on my elbows so I can still see him. He stands above me, not moving. I thought he’d be all Italian Stallion about this. He certainly looks the part – tense and powerful, the sheen on his chest, accentuating the contours of his muscles. A racehorse waiting for the gates to open. I’mthisclose to begging:climb on, hold me down, and giddy the fuck up.
‘I brought a twelve-pack of condoms,’ I blurt. ‘If that’s what you’re worried about.’
He quirks an eyebrow. ‘A little presumptuous? And maybe a tad ambitious?’ Then he grins. ‘I bought some today, too.’
‘Great,’ I reply, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. ‘So, please, for the love of God, will you just—’
He cuts me short by pulling me by the ankles to the edge of the table. His fingers hook into the waistband at the sides of my knickers, and I hold my breath as he inches them down.Thank you, Jesus.
He pulls up a chair.
‘What are you doing?’
‘What people usually do at a kitchen table.’
It takes me a moment to realise what he means. ‘You really don’t have to, I’m more than ready—’
Before I’ve finished my sentence, his mouth is on me.
He starts softly, his tongue making gentle strokes then slowly builds up pressure, and then, when I’m tantalisingly close – and I get there shockingly fast – he uses his hand, too, and I’msuddenly coming very loudly in the middle of the kitchen, not giving a toss that I’m never going to be able to look at this table the same way again.
When I finally get my breath back, I sit up and find him watching me. I expected him to look wolfish, but his expression is much more tender.
He stands, offering me his hand. ‘Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?’
Mark carries me to his room, lays me down reverently on his bed, then takes out a box of condoms from the bedside table.
‘I know I said we’d take this slow, but that was before you came on my mouth with my fingers inside you.’
He kneels on the floor in front of me and unclasps my bra. Bending down, he places a soft kiss on my nipple.
The touch of his lips makes my insides clench.
And, even though I’m impatient for his mouth on my breast, what I needmoreis him naked.
‘Stand up,’ I whisper.
His hands are at his fly before he’s fully on his feet, but I shake my head. ‘Let me do that.’
It’s painfully erotic to sit naked on his bed and slowly unbutton his jeans while he stands watching.
His erection springs free, and I take a moment to pause. He’s bigger than I’m used to, but not unnervingly so. I guess the rumours from school had made me anxious.
I look up, then lightly kiss the tip.
His in-breath is ragged and the muscles in his abdomen contract. Slowly, I take him into my mouth. Not far, just a couple of centimetres, enough to taste the soft taut skin. When he doesn’t object, I lower my head further. The only movement he makes is to gently sweep my hair out of my face. Lightly sucking, I pull back up. I do it twice more before his hands are suddenly on my shoulders, pulling himself free.
‘A little mercy,please,’ he says, his voice breaking.
