“Mara?”
She let out a relaxed breath with the sound of her name from his lips. She loved the way he said her name like he was sweetly savoring the taste of it.
“Mark?” she replied.
“Whatever I need?” he asked quietly, his eyes tenderly and hungrily taking her in.
She nodded silently, her eyes giving him permission. “Whatever you need,” she repeated.
“What if I need you?” he asked, taking hold of her hands and looking deep into her eyes, searching for her answer in them.
TEN
Desire erupted inside her with such intensity she could hardly speak. She nodded her permission, and Mark slid in closer to her.
“Are you sure?” he asked, cautiously, but his eyes were full of hunger and passion. “You made it quite clear earlier that you didn't want me parading back into your life.”
He moved in even closer until she could feel his warm breath on her face with each of his exhales. Mara had meant what she'd said earlier that day, but something had changed. In fact, it felt like everything had changed. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to help him and support him, and his disappearance and her heartbreak seemed like distant memories, and so insignificant in the shadow of their feelings for each other that they didn't seem to matter at all.
Mara didn't know how to explain it to Mark, and she didn't feel like talking anymore. She nodded silently again, and parted her lips as she leaned in to take his. Their mouths came together with so much passion that Mara felt like she'd had the wind knocked out of her. He grabbed for the back of her neck to pull her in to him further and she moaned in approval. He was taking in as much as he possibly could in a single kiss.
He shifted closer to her body as though not getting enough physical contact, as if he wanted their bodies touching at every point possible. He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt that she had thrown on before, and trailed his fingers down her chest once it was off of her. With each stroke of her fingertips, Mara arched forward into his hands. Each caress elicited a thrill from her lower body. His gently plucking fingers raised her nipples to tight, sensitized peaks. With each touch, she whimpered in response. In her mind, she cried his name sharply, but it came out only as a hoarse entreaty. He responded by covering one nipple with his mouth, surrounding it with heat and moisture.
Mara gripped the supple muscles of his back, and with a swift, effortless movement, he pulled her into a straddle position over his lap. Immediately, she felt him, hard between her thighs, as he started rhythmically bouncing his hips against hers. She responded, swiveling her hips in accordance, a simulation of the real loving making they both craved.
He kissed her deeply as the intensity of their love and passion surrounded them. “Mara.” He kissed her nose, her cheek, and nibbled on her ear. He ran is hand down her back in a long, caressing stroke. She shivered with the intensity and emotion in his voice, gripping his stony, bulging shoulders and dropping her head down to his ear.
“Mark,” she purred, and he groaned in urgent need, pulling her back into a deep, fervent kiss.
Their breath went ragged at the same time, and they moved against each other frantically—they were losing control, they couldn't wait any longer.
Mara stood and kicked off her flip flops and pulled off the boxers. She slowly released him from his pants and as soon as he was free of them, he swiftly pulled her back into his lap. She trailed her down his chest and took his manhood in her hands, eliciting an urgent growl from him and motivating him to flip her onto her back. He laid himself over her carefully and buried his lips into her neck. Her body ached for him to take her. She was as soft and ripe as he was hard and throbbing.
But, he took his time. His mouth tasted every inch of her, from her lips to the tips of her toes. He didn’t leave any place untouched. And she couldn't wait any longer. Each brush of his lips on some new place, each touch of moisture from his mouth on her delicate, exposed skin had sent her closer and closer to the edge. She writhed under him in aching anticipation.
“Mark,” she moaned in a trembling whisper that was all her voice could manage, “I need you…now.”
“Wait,” he said, and he fumbled in the end table drawer until he found a condom and quickly sheathed himself.
“You were worried about the Olympium,” she whispered, realizing what he had meant before at her house. “You thought it might do something...to me?” she questioned.
He nodded silently.
She knew how much he wanted her, and he had been able to stop himself from taking her then because he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want anything to happen to her. Her insides felt warm and a fresh wave of emotion took her.
She pulled at his back and let her legs fall to the side. He took her lips hungrily as positioned himself and then entered her, slowly and carefully, until he settled deep within her. She gasped and cried out in pleasure, clenching around him instinctively. The fell into a rhythm, sliding out some and driving back in, each time Mara shifting her hips or widening her legs to help him go deeper, and each deep thrust causing them both to shudder and moan in unison.
Their eyes locked, and Mara saw that Mark's were full of emotion. They were full of love for her, but there was also a deep sadness and more awareness than she had ever noticed in his eyes when they were younger. They had certainly loved each other then, but this was different now. They had both matured, their emotions were deeper, they had experienced real pain and real life, not just the happiness of their privileged adolescence. She knew it that moment just how terrible he felt for what he'd done to her years before, and that he'd never do it again. She felt how deep his love for her was as his eyes welled up with tears, a single on escaping and rolling down his cheek as leaned down to kiss her, softly and affectionately.
The sex changed. It was no longer about satiating their attraction and desire for each other. It was about intimacy and emotion, a deep understanding and love for each other. As they continued in their rhythm, Mara felt tears come to her eyes, as well, and a hot lump formed in her throat as she tried to keep her emotions from spilling over.
Mark plunged inside her desperately and she arched wildly against him, gasping for breath. As he slid out, every nerve inside of her erupted in electric heat. The fire between her legs roared and burned and she ached for release. As he drove back down inside her, she shifted her hips upward to meet him, and as he buried himself deep within her, she broke, crying out as the waves of pleasure rushed through her entire body.
“Oh, Mark!” she screamed, reveling in the intense and gratifying spasms of her climax.
“God, Mara!” Mark groaned, and he growled and shuddered as he buried himself in her a final time for his finish.
He slumped over her and his torso heaved with his heavy, panting breaths. Mara felt her own throat go dry with her labored inhalation as she tried to regain her breath, too. Mark rolled onto his side, pulled her completely against his body, and stroked her cheek lovingly. Mara finally settled her breath, closed her eyes, and nuzzled into his stony, warm chest.
In that moment they were one. She had never felt this way with anyone else. Sudden nervous heat filled her stomach as she remembered Phillip. What was she going to do? She didn't want to hurt him, but she'd have to end it as soon as possible.
The entire town would know about her return to Mark. It would be rumor fodder for months and months. Nothing could be kept secret in Heronville for long, especially when dating or sexual relations were involved. But, she thought, I don't care. Let them talk about me and my scandalous break with Phillip and return to Mark. They can have my secrets.
There was only one secret she cared about protecting now, and that secret was that the man in her arms, the love of her life, was a superhero...
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