For a moment, she stiffened against him, but as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply and sweetly for the first time in a decade, he felt her resistance melt away like sun-warmed honey. Within moments of that surrender she was holding onto his shoulders tightly and pressing her hips against him in such a sensual way that he felt his cock rise and harden against her soft stomach instantly.
Serena really hadn’t meant to kiss him so soon. She had been imagining a slow and subtle seduction. Or at least that's what she told herself. The truth was that her mind had been replaying those steamy kisses they'd shared after Jack's first wedding almost constantly since Mark had returned to town. Her memory of that night and his callous rejection of her still had the power to humiliate and anger her. But the previous moments, when he'd nearly submitted to her pathetic advances, aroused her to a fever pitch as well.
Right now, with his arms wrapped so tightly around her, his tongue licking at her lips in that tantalizing way, and his erection so large, hard, and difficult to ignore between them, the humiliation suddenly seemed very distant. The possibility for pleasure, however, was immediate and impossible to deny.
Wanting to prove to him that she wasn't the novice he remembered, she kissed him feverishly, opening wide and sucking the tip of his tongue between her lips to encourage him to penetrate her mouth thoroughly and deeply. Sliding both hands up his wide shoulders, she trailed her fingertips over the nape of his neck and slid them into his long, silky hair.
Mark groaned against her lips and felt his control beginning to slip already. He kept his hair long because he was lazy, not vain. Short hair demanded some kind of upkeep, and he had absolutely no inclination to deal with product and trims and all that metro-sexual crap to keep it looking neat.
He would admit, however, that he enjoyed the sensual way the damp strands tickled the back of his neck when he got out of the shower. And he had a real weakness for a woman who ran her hands through his hair while making love. He particularly loved a good tug, close to the scalp, when his partner was getting too excited to hold back any longer. But how did Serena know that? Both her hands were buried wrist deep in his hair and she was grasping it tightly in her fists like she knew exactly how to drive him wild.
Hoping to bring her to the same level of arousal, Mark slid his palms down her slender back, slowly, until he reached the flair of her gently rounded hips. Here he paused for a moment, teasing himself and her, before grasping her rounded buttocks with both hands and lifting her slightly against him so their bodies lined up and he was able to feel her heat against his groin. "God, do you know how long I've wanted to get my hands on your ass?" He growled against her lips. "Seems like forever."
Serena pulled back long enough to look into his eyes. What she saw there was disturbing. There was humor, excitement and longing in those dark and expressive eyes, but there was something else. It looked like real emotion, which is exactly what she didn't want to see. She closed her eyes and leaned forward and gave his earlobe a little flick with her tongue. "How long?" She breathed directly into his ear, allowing hot puffs of air to caress the sensitive membranes.
Mark felt a shudder ripple through his body. He didn't usually enjoy having his ear tongue-fucked. The squelching sound alone was off-putting, but this gentle caress was driving him wild. He crushed her buttocks in his large hands and drew her pelvis even tighter against him so he could grind his aching erection against her mound.
Needing a distraction before he lost all control, he whispered against her temple. "Do you remember the summer you were fifteen?"
Serena froze. Was it possible? He'd been thinking of her in a sexual way since she was fifteen? She'd been clueless. He'd always treated her like a complete annoyance. "You dirty old man. I was just an innocent child." She said, pushing against his shoulder.
"Innocent? Right. You strutted into the back yard in a string-bikini and I wasn't supposed to notice. If Jack had any idea what I'd been thinking, I would have been dead or dickless, or possibly both," he said with a chuckle.
"What were you thinking?" Serena asked softly, tugging his lobe between her lips, she gave it a little nibble before moving her attention to that sweet, sensitive spot directly below his ear. She kissed him there softly, opening her mouth and letting her tongue lap at his delicious salty skin.
Mark's breath caught and his eyes nearly rolled up in his head as Serena made love to his neck with her mouth and he thought about her in that skimpy bathing suit. God, he was so hard he felt half-crazed, like every drop of blood in his body had migrated to his dick leaving everywhere else feeling weak and shaky. His hands were actually shaking with his need to grab her and throw her on the ground, so he could mount her like the horny beast he was.
Unable to stop himself he slid one palm between her legs from behind. He penetrated her as deeply as her skirt and panties would allow and groaned when he found her flesh was hot and slippery against his fingers. "I was thinking how much I would love it if your cousins would disappear so I could drag you into the pool-house, bend you over one of the benches in there and fuck you senseless."
Serena should have been a little shocked, but instead she felt a wave of intense arousal crash over her at his graphic words. She remembered that day very clearly. She had been next door, watching her cousins roughhouse around the pool deck from her bedroom window. They'd been throwing each other in the deep end and basically trying to kill each other. And then there'd been Mark, lying on one of the deck chairs, shirtless and sculpted like a young god in his cut off jeans and aviator sunglasses. He was home from college, enjoying the rare afternoon off, and hanging out with the Kingstons while recovering from yet another night of drinking and debauchery with Jack.
She'd studied him for at least a half hour without moving a muscle. Embarrassed, but curious, her gaze kept returning to the prominent bulge in the front of his damp shorts. Looking there made her feel strange. Hot and nervous and a bit tingly. For the first time in her life, she wondered what a man looked like down there. She suspected Mark would look unbelievably hot. Much better than those ridiculous-looking, posed men in the Playgirl magazine her friend, Dana, had smuggled into school. She had laughed herself sick at those so, so serious images. In her opinion, naked men just weren't dignified. An erect penis was laughable, not sexy.
Mark, however, would not look silly naked. From his long, silky dark hair, to his powerful, tanned thighs, no one would ever compare to him. She knew at that moment that she would do anything to make him really see her. Having filled out a lot in the past year she'd been so eager to show off her new curves to him. She'd donned that red bikini hoping to get his attention, just this once.
Strutting into the pool area, scantily-clad and shiny with an oil slick of baby lotion, she'd expected some kind of reaction from Mark, but he'd barely glanced at her. Jack, however, had barked at her and told her to go home and put some damn clothes on. It had been yet another humiliation in a long list. But now, years later, Serena knew the truth. Mark hadn't been indifferent to her at all. He'd been thinking about her. Thinking about taking her into the pool-house and ravishing her. It was a revelation.
He'd been 21 at the time. Much too old to date her, so she understood why he hadn't acted on his fantasy, but it still stung that he'd allowed Jack to treat her like a naughty five-year-old. She resolved to make him pay for that small injustice tonight as well. She would start right now.
"Hmmm... Interesting. I was thinking pretty much the same thing," she said, opening her legs slightly, so Mark could delve his fingers more deeply between her thighs. She gave an excited little gasp as his thumb brushed her aching clit through her clothing. Unable to help herself, she ground herself against his hand and bit down on her lip, trying to stifle her groan as he stroked her in exactly the right way to make her see stars.
"Really?" He asked huskily, sounding surprised and beyond delighted.
She laughed. "Of course not. I was fifteen. I was thinking more along the lines of
making your eyes pop out of your head. Doggy-style in the pool-house never occurred to me."
He sighed. "Oh, something was popping alright, but it wasn't my eyes. Not cool to be sporting major wood around a yard full of guys, thanks very much for that."
"Sorry," she said with a giggle, not sounding apologetic at all.
"That's okay. I escaped a few minutes later, and dealt with the popping situation, don't worry."
"Glad you had the situation in hand."
He chuckled at her play on words, allowing her to believe that he'd left to jerk off. In actuality, he'd made a surprise visit to Cherry. She'd been delighted to see him back from college and had enthusiastically allowed him to strip her, position her on her knees in front of him, and pound into her mercilessly from behind without even a hint of any foreplay.
The image of Serena in her bikini had been fresh and vivid in his mind as he'd vigorously plowed the older woman until she'd been weak and boneless with pleasure on the slippery floor of her own pool-house. It was Serena he'd wanted. And even as he'd grunted his satisfaction as he'd came, he knew it wasn't enough to fantasize about her as he fucked someone else. He wanted her. A young, innocent girl who would be appalled at both the things he'd done and the things he desperately wanted from her.
He resolved right then to avoid her. No matter what his body seemed to crave, he wasn't right for her. She deserved someone less selfish, who hadn't been so thoroughly corrupted. He just didn't possess enough self-control to keep his hands and thoughts, not to mention his dick, away from her. He knew, without a doubt, that given enough contact with her, eventually he would give in to his body's demands and seduce her. Fifteen or not, he would have her. Then he would hate himself for robbing her of her innocence. For once in his life, he needed to step up and do the difficult thing. No matter how cruel it seemed, Serena was off limits.
Chapter Nine
But that was a long time ago, and Serena wasn't forbidden fruit anymore.
Returning to the present, Mark reached down and began peeling Serena's stretchy skirt up her thighs. Needing to prove to himself that she was here and she actually wanted him, all he could think about was getting inside her panties and feeling her moist heat against his fingers, his tongue, and especially his rock-hard cock.
He caressed her thighs as he drew the skirt upward to her waist and was delighted to find that her striped tights were actually thigh-high stockings. He growled his pleasure against her neck and slid one hand inside the back of her lacy panties. He squeezed her soft ass cheeks before trailing his fingers forward to cup her pussy from behind. She was drenched and so hot he couldn't resist plunging one finger into her creamy heat for just a moment before reaching forward and teasing her nub again with that same slippery digit.
Serena gasped and let go of his hair so she could reach for his grey T-shirt. She was torn. She wanted his shirt off, but didn't want him to dislodge his hand from between her legs long enough to remove the article of clothing. She compromised by pushing his shirt up to his armpits so she could at least have some access to his incredible chest. Leaning forward, she tongued one of his small brown nipples as she held his shirt out of the way with one hand and gradually slid the other down his tight abdomen between their bodies until she reached the waistband of his jeans.
"Serena," he said softly, as she cupped his erection through his zipper. "Oh God. Are you sure about this?" He asked even as he flexed against her warm palm.
Serena thought about just walking away right then. That would be excellent revenge. Just leave him hanging the way he had done to her so long ago. But she couldn't do it. She had never been so aroused in her entire life. She genuinely wanted him. So badly that she was actually aching to feel his hard flesh thrusting between her thighs. She felt like she would die if she didn't have all of him inside her body immediately.
"I'm sure," she said, pulling back long enough to push him towards a nearby stone bench. He sat down rather ungracefully and watched her through heavily-lidded eyes as she followed him to the bench and began unbuttoning her silk blouse in a slow striptease while standing between his spread thighs.
"How do I turn this thing off?" she asked, looking up at the stadium lights he'd rigged to keep the center of the maze as bright as daylight.
He leaned forward, spreading the bottom of her blouse wide over her stomach. He touched his lips to her navel, giving it a soft, sucking, open-mouthed kiss. "But I want to see you. All of you. I've had the image of you in that bikini burned into my brain. I need to refresh my memory."
She undid the last button and shrugged out of her blouse, exposing her lacy white bra and the full mounds of her breasts to his gaze. Looking down at his upturned face, she smiled as he stared hungrily at her pink nipples just visible through the lace. "How do you know you won't be disappointed? I'm not fifteen anymore."
"Believe me." He said with a wicked grin as he reached up with both hands to cup her breasts. "I'm eternally grateful for that fact. Now I can do this without worrying about going to jail." He deftly undid the front closure of her bra and released her breasts into his waiting palms. Pressing her creamy mounds together he buried his face in her cleavage for a moment, breathing in her scent before reaching out with his tongue to lick one turgid nipple and then the other, alternating between the two until both nubs were cherry red and straining towards his mouth. He admired his work for a moment and then grasped one mound in his palm, and sucked the crest deeply into his mouth while plucking at the nipple of the other breast with his fingertips.
"God. That's good." Serena whispered, burying her hands in his hair again to keep his talented lips pressed tightly to her breasts. "But seriously. It's brighter than the sun in here. Where is the off switch for that damn light?"
He leaned back, releasing her breast from his mouth with a 'pop' and gave her an exaggerated sigh. "If you insist. Just pull the plug there." He pointed to the ground with the hand that had been cupping her breast just a second before. "It's hooked up to a generator. But hurry back or I'll have to start all over again."
"Poor you. Kissing my breasts is such hard work." Serena giggled, yanking her skirt all the way down her legs she threw it at him and turned her back, exposing her round bottom as she strutted to the lamppost. His soft 'wow' of appreciation was all the encouragement she needed. Adding as much wiggle to her walk as possible without hurting herself, she put on a good show for him, slowly removing her bra from her smooth shoulders and spinning it around one finger before flinging it in his general direction. He caught it with one hand and gave a long, low, wolf whistle.
Enjoying their game, she unpinned her hair and flung it around her head until it tumbled around her shoulders and down her back in a wild mass. She was tempted to whip off her glasses like a slutty porno librarian, but didn't think it would be very sexy if she walked into a rose bush. So, she left her specs on and circled the post, using it as a substitute stripper pole. After one slinky revolution she struck what she thought was a sultry pose, looking back at him over one bare shoulder and blowing a kiss, before gracefully bending over at the waist to unplug the light.
It was suddenly very dark in the rose garden. Serena's eyes adjusted quickly, but the starlight filtering in from overhead wasn't enough to make out Mark's shape on the bench. But she did hear something. It was the rustling of clothing as Mark removed his shirt entirely, and then the distinct sound of a zipper going down. Mark was finally getting naked in front of her and she'd just turned out the lights. Damn it.
"Serena?" Mark called, his voice low and guttural. "Are you okay?"
Serena paused, his question echoing his earlier concern. But she wasn't going to think about that. She was going to concentrate on fulfilling her fantasies about Mark, once and for all. Finally being with him was so much better than she'd imagined. Considering his broody nature, she'd always assumed that he would be an intense and dominating lover. She was delighted to find that he was also playful and sweet.
"I'm just consideri
ng whether or not I should strip bare or leave on my shoes and stockings," she said, creeping towards the sound of his voice as silently as possible.
"Leave 'em on and get over here. We're not going to play some kind of sexy version of Blind Man's Bluff now, are we? 'Cause I really can't wait much longer to get inside you."
Serena smiled to herself at his frank words. How did he know she'd been contemplating a game of erotic hide and seek? It sounded like he thought the foreplay was over. She had other ideas. When she was close enough to hear his harsh breathing, she sunk to the grass directly in front of him, and placed her hands on his knees, spreading his legs wide so she could cuddle in close to the juncture of his thighs.
The complete darkness made everything seem so much more intense. She paused, taking in the intoxicating scent of the roses and the ticklish feeling of cool grass on her legs. She wanted to recall these details later, but most of all she wanted to remember the silky heat of his skin, the sound of his ragged breathing, and the gentle strength in his hands as he brushed them over her collar bone and through her hair.
"Serena," he gasped her name as the naked flesh of her chest pressed against his lower stomach. The hard column of his erect penis rose between them and she altered her position slightly so she could bracket his large swollen shaft between the soft cushions of her breasts. She squeezed them together as she rose up and down on her knees, sliding his straining erection into the valley, teasing him mercilessly.
"Do you like that?" She whispered, firmly in control for the moment, and loving it. She pushed his underwear and jeans down a little further, and trailed her fingertips over the sensitive skin of one exposed hip bone.
"God. Yes." He didn't sound in control at all. In fact, he sounded like he was choking.
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