He’s hugging me fiercely. I expect him to make me look him in the face, but he doesn’t, which is very un-Mark. Instead, he cradles my head gently; brushes my hair with his fingers and rocks us soothingly. Finally, he lays me on my back, shucks out of his jeans and covers me completely, resting his pelvis against my own.
His heavy cock pulses against my core, the tip tickling my clit and I can’t help but circle my hips in invitation. Mark’s eyes are intense, hot, and I can’t look away from them. Finally, he pulls his hips back and slides inside me, infinitely slowly and reverently, making tears form in my eyes.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart.”
“You feel so good,” I whisper roughly.
He hasn’t said anything in response to me spilling my guts, which worries me. Maybe he’s not ready to hear about my clingy need to someday live with him? Maybe this is just sex for him and I’m jumping to conclusions?
Maybe I’m an idiot.
He begins to move, rhythmically making love to me. One large hand glides up my side to cup my breast, his thumb tweaks over my tender nipple, making me bite my lip. His lips turn up in a half smile as he watches my body’s reaction to his touch.
“Do you have any idea,” he whispers and brushes his cheek against mine, barely touching me. His stubble tickles me, but makes my body clench even more. “Any idea how often I’ve wondered what it would sound like to hear those words come from you?”
He shudders and closes his eyes and I brush my fingertips up and down his back. A light sheen of sweat covers his strong body as he begins to move, his pubis pumping against my clit, sending electricity zinging through my body, all the way to my fingertips.
“Oh my God,” I whisper and close my eyes as he makes love to me, pounding into me while whispering words of love and forever and I can’t take it. It’s just too much. I erupt beneath him, crying out his name as I see stars explode around us.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispers. He reaches over me and grips his headboard as he thrusts into me harder, his mouth forming an O as he comes hard, jerking over me and watching me with wonder.
Finally, he scoops me into his arms and rolls us to the other side of the bed, cradling me in his arms.
“I’ll keep the house and we’ll take it one day at a time. Is that okay?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He kisses my forehead and suddenly grins. “I guess you’ll have to help me shop for furniture.”
He nods and gives me that naughty smile again. “Now that I’ve finally got you to admit that you’ll want to live with me one day, you should have a say in how your house is furnished.”
“It’s not my house,” I insist quickly with a shake of my head, pushing against his chest.
He rolls his eyes and pulls me back in his arms effortlessly. “Will you make up your mind? It either is or it isn’t.”
It so is.
“It’s your house that I don’t want you to sell.”
“We’ll work on it.”
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t want to go to work. I want to stay here, in my bed with my man still sleeping and wrapped around me and pull the covers over our heads and pretend that the rest of the world doesn’t matter.
But I have a plane to catch and I don’t think Jax ever came home last night.
Good for Jax.
My bag is packed and I’m ready to go, so I just lie here and watch Mark sleep for a while, enjoying the way his face is soft in sleep, the whiskers on his cheeks and how messy his hair is.
Of course, his hair is always messy.
He rolls onto his back and flings an arm over his head. I’m not stupid. Like I’m going to pass up this opportunity.
I slide down his body and before my movement can wake him, I take his semi-hard cock on my hand and lick him from the root to the tip in one fluid motion then take him in my mouth, wrap my lips around him and pull up firmly.
“Holy shit,” he mutters and sinks his hands in my hair. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I reply with a smile and circle the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. “You can go back to sleep. I’m just gonna play down here for a little while.”
He chuckles and then groans when I cup his balls in my hand and massage them while sucking up and down on his now very firm dick. It’s so damn big, almost too big for my mouth, so I lick and kiss and even graze the tip of my teeth down the shaft.
“Damn, you’re good at that, baby.” His voice is still thick with sleep, his body warm and completely at my mercy.
Sexy as fuck.
“I can feel your heartbeat right here,” I say and rub my fingertips over the thick vein on the under side of his dick. “It’s moving a little fast.”
“I’m sure it is.”
“Why is that?” I suck on the head and jerk him with my hand as I wait for his answer.
“Because the sexiest woman alive is sucking me off,” he replies with a growl and pushes his hips off the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ, M, your lips should come with a warning label.”
I laugh and lick down his shaft to his heavy balls and lick them both, then lick each one in turn while slipping my finger over that super sensitive spot right beneath them.
“You’re going to make me fucking come.”
“I think that’s the point,” I say and smile smugly as his legs begin to move restlessly and his hands clench in the sheets at his hips. “Like this, do you?”
“Just a bit,” he says through gritted teeth. I lick up the shaft and suck on the tip again, knowing he’s close as I pump my fist over him and feel his entire body clench. His balls tighten and lift and suddenly he’s coming in my mouth. I swallow quickly and watch his face as he pants and combs his fingers through my hair.
“Best way to wake up ever,” he says and laughs as he collapses back on the bed.
“That was fun,” I say and kiss my way up his body and lie on top of him. “Good morning, handsome.”
He kisses my forehead and wraps those amazing arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.
“When do we have to leave?” he whispers.
“In about thirty minutes,” I say. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
“I think that’s the fourth time you’ve asked me that since Friday night,” he says as his fingertips glide up and down my bare back. His heartbeat is beginning to return to normal beneath my cheek.