by Raven Starr
“Funny. Come on,” she smiled then nibbled her bottom lip as the elevator door opened. She stepped inside, Mark in tow.
***
When the elevator door opened, Kylie hurried out, ran the card key through the lock and pushed open the door.
“It’s just a room,” she said sounding suddenly disappointed.
“It’s a room with you in it. That’s all I could ask for.”
Mark softly caressed the back of her head. Her hair smelled of sweet strawberries. God how he’d missed her.
“I have so much to tell you, Kylie. I just don’t know where to begin.”
“Start at the beginning, Mark,” she whispered back to him. “Start at the beginning.”
“Okay, sit down.” He brushed by her, took her hand, and guided her to the couch. Mark propped her feet on his legs and started massaging her them.
“After we first met, I honestly don’t know what happened. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He locked eyes with her.
“Your smile fueled my endless nights and brought joy to lost days. You know that when I saw you I had a girlfriend, well of sorts, right?”
Kylie nodded.
“When I got home, I didn’t feel like I was at home. I felt empty and all screwed up inside. I knew that missed you.”
He caressed her cheek, marveling at how soft her skin felt.
“Each day away from you was torture, each passing minute a lifetime. I broke it off with Eve and followed my heart. My heart lead me to you; it belongs to you.”
Mark ran his hand up her calf and squeezed lightly. “I know we only spent a few hours together but I feel like we’re…”
“Connected,” Kylie finished his sentence.
“Yes, I feel like we’re connected.”
Mark reached out tenderly to stroke her moist cheek. He leaned closer and wiped away her falling tears.
“All I want is you. I want to know everything about you. I want you to know that my heart jumps into my throat every time I hear your name.”
He held her face in the palms of his hand.
“I want to be the man that you confide in, that you stay up late at night and laugh with. I want to be the man that you love…” he dropped his head at the sheer mention of love. How crazy am I to think that she could believe that I love her?
Kylie didn’t speak, and with each breath, he hoped her giggle would breach the endless silence.
“You’re like our tree, scarred and broken, but always strong enough to stand against the raging wind.” She cupped his chin.
“I thought about you, each and every day…” she voice choked. “I whispered your name, hoping the wind would carry me to your heart, that you would one day hear my call.”
Mark laced his thick fingers with her slender ones. Like puzzle pieces.
“I heard you, Kylie. I heard you.”
They inched towards each other, the urge to finally embrace threatening to take over. With the slightest touch of their lips, months of waiting, wanting, wishing, and lusting exploded. Kylie’s plump lips were so soft that Mark felt like an addict, constantly craving the touch of them against his.
He crawled on top of her, kissing her precious lips and hoping his large frame would not suffocate her.
“It’s been so hard trying to live without you. Before I met you, I didn’t care about anything, but you opened my heart to so much more.”
Mark put his head under her neck doing his best to conceal the tears that escaped and now dotted his face.
***
Feeling Mark’s partial body weight pressing hard against her somehow made her feel safe and secure she knew with him, she was finally free to be herself. Even though a man or two had passed in and out of her life, some gates had never been opened. Kylie was still a virgin. Mark’s pink tongue slid up her throat sending wave after wave of pleasure down her spine. Oh that feels so good.
Kylie arched her back to accommodate Mark on his journey of finding all her hidden erogenous zones. She tugged up his shirt; every inch of his flesh seemed to generate an electric current that intoxicated her.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, gently running her nails down his back. His deep moaned licked her senses. Pushing up her shirt exposing he lacy bra, he nuzzled the valley between her full breasts before pulling one cup down freeing the pebbled nipple. She couldn’t help but to moan louder as Mark’s tongue and warm mouth toyed with tit. Her body twitched as small tremors rippled through her making her panties damp.
“You okay?” he asked, concern filling the brim of his brown eyes.
“Yea, yea sure. Why?” Kylie felt his eyes probing her.
“Are you sure?” he questioned again.
“I want you, Mark. Nothing else matters.”
She wrapped one arm around his neck arching off the couch to capture his perfect mouth in a searing kiss. God I can’t stop kissing him. Kylie flicked her tongue out licking his lips, tasting like sweet honey.
“Wait,” Mark held her back and brought her closer. “I want you too, but if you’re not ready, I can wait for you.”
Kylie fought back the burning tears. She wanted to tell him, but she had told others. They laughed, called her names like frigid and stale. She didn’t want to lose him, not like that. She cleared her mind and mentally shattered the icy fingers of fear that gripped her heart.
“Let’s go in the other room.”
Kylie slipped from beneath him, missing his buff body protecting her from the outside world.
Kylie held out her hand while walking backwards. Her brown eyes slanted, giving him a sexy come-hither look as she bit her quivering bottom lip.
“Come here,” she gestured with her index finger.
Mark stood, and followed her into the adjoining bedroom. She closed and locked the door behind him.
“I wanna feel your skin against mine,” she said in hushed tones while unbuttoning his shirt.
Her heart beat faster as she slipped her hands over his broad shoulders, sliding his shirt off in the process. His chest had only a scattered amount of dark brown hair living happily in the middle of his chest. The sight pleased her very much. Men, covered in hair did nothing for her libido. She loved a man with a body she could see clearly defined, not covered by hair. Mark’s body as of yet made her weak in the knees. She placed her head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
Kylie took a half step back so he could drop his shirt to the floor. Her nipples hardened in response to the cooler air. She loved the tender way his fingertips explored her awaiting skin. Along her arms, and slowly over her shoulders, his hands moved, lingering only for a moment to release her bosom from the offending garment.
Staring deep into his eyes, she felt the intense desire his taunt body exuded as her bra fell to the floor. Mark squeezed the small of her back, his big hands resting above her tight rear. With every caress, Kylie’s mind went into over-load.
What if he finds out my secret? Damn, I should’ve paid better attention to Lily’s tall tales.
***
Mark felt her tremble in his embrace. Is she afraid of me?
“I got an idea,” he whispered to her, pulling her on the bed. “Lay on your stomach.” He kneeled on one side, leaned over her, and slipped his hands underneath, fiddling with her jeans zipper. Cautiously he glided them off her shapely legs and tossed them to the floor. He focused on her round, tight bum, encased in mouthwatering see thru powder blue panties. Kicking off his shoes, he undressed quietly and kneeled over her, making sure not to crush her under his weight.
“What are doing?” she questioned turning her head towards him.
“Just relax, you’ll see.” He promised.
Mark began to massage her back and shoulders. He admired how smooth and flawless her chocolate skin appeared. Her soft moans let him know he was on the right track. Mark had been around the block more than once, so he was no spring chicken or a novice at sex. From her body movements, he could tell she was afraid and unsure.
That’s not how he wanted to spend their first night together. Mark wanted it to be memorable, especially if was her first time. His fingers danced down her spine and tickled her sides. Mark smiled as Kylie giggled and wiggled under his touch.
This moment had been well worth the hell of the last months. Tonight I’ll show her how I feel.
Chapter Eleven
Kylie buried her face in the pillow, her body begging for his touch. His hands handled her flesh like seasoned professional. She curved her back, allowing access to explore her ample rear and below. Her breath caught in throat as he took the bait and slid his hands lower. He squeezed and slapped her butt playfully.
“This color looks so good against your skin. You have no idea how hard it is…”
Kylie cut him off.
“How hard are you?” she tilted her head over her shoulder.
“Turn over.”
She wiggled her ass, slightly grazing the bulge in his boxer-briefs before rolling over on her back.
She noticed his handsome face had flushed red and his eyes were fixed steadily on her heaving chest. Reaching out, she grabbed his hands and placed them on breasts, making his face flush even more. For once in her life, Kylie had no care in the world, she felt as if floated hundred feet above her body in a bubble of pleasure and excitement. She hoped like hell it didn’t burst. Laying half naked in front of Mark was easier than she thought. Mark’s roving eyes taking in every nook and cranny of her body while his hands plied her nipples.
“So, you were talking about being hard?” she said jokingly.
“See for yourself.” Mark insisted guiding her hands down his boxers.
Oh my God, you’ve got be joking, fondling the massive burgeoning erection in her hand. It’s not gonna fit. Holy shit… Not being a total dumb-ass in the sack, she fondled and stroked his enormous rod. She started slow at first, exploring his firm flesh, then discovering her own rhyme, as she become more confident. Kylie squeezed harder and watched Mark shudder. He was such a big man, strong and steady, but in her hands, he was butter on melting in the noonday sun. With each groan that escaped Mark’s lips, she stroked his iron-hard tumescence harder.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
“Well, I have to agree with you about it being hard,” Kylie teased coyly.
Mark opened his eyes.
“Come here,” he grunted pulling her up into his arms.
His commanding kiss bordered on pain. She felt his rasping breath, telling her how much he craved her, yet he held back. Kylie slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off, now both of them were completely naked. She felt his hard shaft resting in the crook of her thighs and turned to her head, inviting his lips to plant his sweet kisses along her neck.
“I love your skin,” he said.
“I love yours,” Kylie replied sweetly.
She parted her legs, allowing Mark to lie comfortably between them. He sat up on one forearm, holding his erect rod against her nub, rubbing. Oh God here it goes. I hope it fits.
***
Mark felt the moisture between her thighs and knew she was ready for him.
“Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Kylie pointed to the nightstand. “Look inside.”
He leaned over, opened the drawer and saw the unopened box of condoms, he took one then closed the drawer.
He rested forehead against hers. She could hear him tear the foil package. As he lightly kissed her parted lips, he carefully grabbed his staff and began to push inside her. She tensed and Mark immediately stopped.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes fluttered before she opened them. “No. Why do you keep asking me all these questions?”
Mark took a deep breath. “Because I know, Kylie.”
“You know what?”
Mark looked down at her, his brown eyes boring into her.
“I know,” He stated plainly.
“And it’s okay. In fact, I’m honored to be your first. I’ll be gentle, I promise. If you don’t like something just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay,” Kylie uttered sweetly.
Mark planted small kisses on her lips. Again, he Mark slid his aching bulge deeper into her wet vessel. He held her as a spasm ripped through her frame. Mark shifted his weight and thrust deeper. Kylie cried out, but Mark knew it was pleasure and not pain. He groaned as her muscles engulfed his hardness. Suppressing his need to pound into her sweet little core, he rotated his waist around in a semi circle, slowing pulling out, then pushing back inside of her canal. It felt as if he were virgin himself, and all these experiences brand new.
His past encounters with other women, were hastily done, mostly due to his lack of interest and this very manly need to extinguish the immense sexual frustrations that filled him on a daily basis. Miraculously he controlled his erection, holding fast to let her ride each one her orgasms. But each time Kylie’s muscles contracted, his engorged manhood got harder to control.
“You feel so good,” his voice caressed her ear lobe.
Her response was to wrap her brown legs around his waist. He put his hands firmly on both her round ass cheeks, plunging harder.
“Oh,” she moaned clawing his back. “Don’t stop.”
The headboard thumped hard in a rhythmic melody against the wall, alerting to the guests in the next room and all who listened to the fun they were having.
“Oh Mark, please don’t stop,” Kylie begged.
Mark gathered the energy he could muster, placed her leg over his shoulder. At this angle his entire distended flesh fit snugly inside her. He held her waist, rocking back and forth, enjoying the way his cock slipped in and out so easily.
“You’re so wet, Kylie.”
Her hands were over her head, grasping onto the sheets. Sweat lubricated their bodies as the heat between ignited into fiery frenzy. For a virgin, Kylie kept up with his tumultuous pace, her skin so slippery and soft that his fingers glided over her flesh with ease. Mark ran his fingers through her damp hair.
Kylie peered at him, her luscious eyelashes kissing her high cheekbones.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His eyes stared into her heavenly brown orbs.
“Absolutely exquisite.” Mark pressed his body against hers, feeling her racing heart beating next to his own. With exuberant passion, he kissed her, feeling sex-drunk. He could no longer fight the overwhelming urge to reverse positions. Quickly, she rolled him on his back. It’s like she read my mind. A look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
“Let me show you.”
“I can handle it,” Kylie retorted.
“Oh really?” he questioned casting an arrogant look at Kylie.
She sat up, rocking back and forth, as she began a sexual assault on Mark’s rigid shaft. She held her head back as the ends of her black hair tickled his inner thighs. Being on top, she needed no further instruction. He was just as hard when they first started making love. His stamina and self-control were immeasurable, but now she wanted to turn the tides.
She braced her against his chest, leaning forward, and thumped her round rear up and down, making his hard phallus penetrate deeper. She moved her hands to squeeze his shoulders. Oh God, where’d she learn that?
“That’s right, Kylie. Just like that. That’s my girl.”
Mark bent his knees and leaned her back against them. Her hands caressed her moist body in a sensual display, amazing and titillating him.
He leaned her back farther, squeezing and tugging at her throbbing clit as he rode the edge of his orgasm, the culmination of hours of lovemaking.
“Harder,” he growled. His grip tightened on Kylie’s small waist as he drove his molten member deeper into her awaiting treasure trove.
“Oh God,” Mark grit his teeth as he spilled his seed.
“Oh God, is right,” she whispered between pants, lying on his chest totally spent.
He played with her damp hair.
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“You okay?” he asked his concern back.
“Yes, I am,” Kylie answered quietly.
Mark could tell by the sound of her voice and slow pattern of her breathing that sooner, rather than later, sleep would take her.
“Good night, Kylie.”
“Good night,” she mouthed the words.
Mark lay there in bed staring at the blank hotel room ceiling; for once he was completely satisfied with his life. This is the way it should be. Having the woman he loved falling asleep in his arms is what he truly yearned in life. Now all was right world and Mark planned on keeping it that way. Another plan brewed in his brain.
“Just wait until tomorrow,” he said.
Closing his eyes, he whispered. “I love you, Kylie,” before falling asleep with a Chester cat smile on his face.
Chapter Twelve
Sunlight broke through the yellow patterned curtains and spread across the two lovers like a blanket, encasing them in a ring light that stood out against the dark places in the room. Mark opened his eyes. Kylie lay on stomach, her hair loose and framing her oval face. Last night had been spectacular. There was no place in the world he would rather be, no woman he could ever want that could replace the woman in next to him. He stared at her with pure admiration, this woman that had done something to him that he had only wished for. She made him feel, she opened him to the true aspects of love.
In his brutal, cutthroat business, one needed a tough skin. Mark learned to wheel and deal, and to take all the women he could possibly handle a night. Now here, in this hotel room, his whole appeared so clear. He knew what he had to do. Another brilliant plan taking action, he joked lightly rising from the bed as not to awaken his lover.
Mark had to suppress the urge to stroke her skin and kiss her shoulder. He settled for one last glance as he picked up his boxers and pants, heading to the shower. In the throes of their passion, an immense feeling consumed him, his heart finally full. He got out of the shower and looked at his clothes on the floor. Mark hated the thought of wearing the very same outfit he had on the day before. Instead, he wrapped his towel around his waist. Carefully he poked his head out of the door, searching for Kylie, who he assumed was still asleep in the bedroom.