His eyes meet mine with a hot look. “Where are we going?”
“To my bedroom.”
He gives me a smile, as we head inside.
Once we’re there, I look at him. “We can shut the door, but let’s not lock it, in case she needs something,” I nervously tell him as I run my hand through my hair.
“Trish,” he tugs on my arms, pulling me over to the bed. He has a seat so he’s eye-level with me, and forces me to look at him. “I have no expectations for whatever this,” he motions between the two of us, “is.”
“I don’t either,” I have to be honest. “But God, I’ve been thinking about this since you pulled me out of that building. Ever since I met you I've wanted to know what it would be like to be with you, and when I got the food to make for dinner tonight, I got condoms.”
My face is burning, I mean positively on fire. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I do at this moment. I want him to take charge and make me stop being a fumbling idiot. “But if this isn’t what you want…..” I let my voice trail off, giving him an out.
“Shit no,” his voice is strong as he grips my arms. “Fuck that. You just stood here and told me you bought condoms. The implication of what that means already has me hard.”
I smile, because it makes me proud I can make him have that reaction. “We’re both on the same page then?”
“Honey, I’m wherever you want to be. You just tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”
The heady sense of arousal he gives me is crazy, I take my hands and push against his pectoral muscles, shoving him back against the bed.
“So it’s gonna be like that?” he teases.
“Maybe for a little while.”
I reach down, grasping the edge of my t-shirt between my fingers, before lifting it over my head, and throwing it to the ground. Then I move my hands to the button of my jeans, unhooking it before I push them down my thighs, and kick them to the side. I’m more thankful than I care to admit that no matter if I’ve had a man in my life or not, I’m obsessed with matching bras and panties. Them being sexy is a pre-requisite.
“Do you like?” I ask, noticing the once-over he gives me.
“Yeah,” he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, before using his left hand to cup his hard-on. “You’re a beautiful woman, Trish.”
“You’re a fucking hot man, Mark,” I pay him back the compliment. Never in my life did I ever think I’d be standing almost naked in front of a man like him. It just wasn’t in the cards for me.
Stepping forward, I let my fingers linger on the button at his waist, before I drop my palm down, covering his with mine. His cock is hard under the denim. I did that, I realize. There’s no one else in the room, only the two of us. Looking at my body did this to him.
“Put me out of my misery,” he begs, his voice gravel as he glances down where our hands are entwined.
I give him a squeeze before I release him and move my hand back up to his button, and unhook it, shoving my hands up his shirt. “Lift up,” and that’s when I realize how strong he is, he sits up, his body tightening, grasping me around the back of the neck, pulling me to him. As soon as the shirt is off his chest, his mouth is on mine, his fingers digging into the flesh of my neck. I fight with the waistband of his jeans, trying to pull them off his hips. With difficulty he stands, which allows me to pull them down, to get them completely off his body, leaving him in only a pair of snug boxer briefs. They do nothing but outline the hard line of his cock, and I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach as I look down at it, in all it’s glory.
“He’s not gonna bite,” Mark has a smartass grin on his face.
Leaning in, I put my hands through his hair, grasping the ends as I pull on them, tilting his head back on his neck, exposing the long column of strength to my mouth.His hands grip my hips, but they don’t try to dissuade me from my goal. Using my knee, I balance myself on the bed, and tilt forward, letting my lips run against the pulse point on the side of his neck. I kiss, nibble, bite, and take everything I’ve wanted to take for so long. One of his hands slides up my stomach, and over the mound of my breast, cupping the weight in his palm, squeezing as I nip harder, sucking stronger. I want to mark him, I want other women, if they’re looking, to know this man is taken. He’s got two people who care about him, two people who want him in their lives. There’s nothing I would ruin this situation for, nothing I would ruin these moments he’s given me for. These are moments I’d always assumed I’d never have.
Moving down his chest, I let my tongue paint a path to his nipple, sucking one in between my teeth and biting down.
“Shit, Mark,” his palm moves over the lace, and sneaks in past the fabric, his bare skin against mine. Fucking finally.
My nipple peaks as he rubs his calloused palm over it, the rough texture a contrast to the silky smoothness of my skin. His other hand hooks around my thigh, pulling me so that I’m straddling his waist. Our bodies are touching, every single inch of them, as I feel his cock jump against the heat of my core, my panties go wet. God, he’s so strong, smells so good, great with my daughter, and apparently knows the ins and outs of my body after a few nights of making out, that I want to weep. My patience must be counting for something.
When our mouths meet again, tongues tangling, he grips my thighs and flips us over so he’s on top of me. The heavy weight of him is as much of a turn on as the skill of his tongue, and the soft feel of his lips against my flesh. With one hand, he takes both my wrists and pushes them above my head, pointing my tits out. They’re swollen, still covered by the lace, and holy shit do I need him to get me naked before I combust.
“I let you go as long as I could,” he speaks as he trails his own kisses down my throat, and my chest. “But I need to be in you, I need to get this time out of the way.” His voice is deep, breathy, and dark as he moves down my body, placing a kiss on the flesh pouring out of my bra.
Using his free hand, he pulls the cup down, exposing me to the coolness of the room. Underneath the heat of his gaze, my nipple tightens, and I feel an answering tightening where his cock is nestled in between my legs, pushing up, I need the contact. I’m dying for the pressure of him pressing into me, of my body tightening around his length, feeling the jump of his muscle as he comes.
“Please, Mark,” I pant, straining against his hand, trying to press my body closer to his. “Don’t make me wait. I need this time as much as you do.”
He growls and attacks my nipple with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. The hand he used to pull the fabric of my bra down with is now moving along my side, past my hips and his fingers are catching the silky material of my panties. He bites down on my sensitive flesh and I shiver, pushing deeper into his mouth, moaning when he uses his tongue to soothe the heat.
