Lost
Chapter 1
Her eyes scanned the huge property before her, a neutral expression on her face and looked down at her hand. On her left ring finger was the most beautiful 3 stoned diamond ring she'd ever seen in her life and it was set on a silver band. She couldn't help smiling, not believing it'd been a year since her wedding. She sighed, leaning her forehead against the glass window and admired the beautiful day outside.
It was sunny, hot and the wind blew ever so gently. Jemma never thought she'd ever have a life quite like this one, but that's what happened in her line of work. She sighed, not wanting to think about that and continued gazing out the window. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top, her every day wear, Jemma had just finished cleaning the house.
Mark was outside working on the corner of the house, repairing some minor damage caused by the last storm. He grunted, nailing in the last bit of siding before wiping sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand. Studying his handiwork, Mark nodded in satisfaction. It'd do quite well. He walked towards the backdoor, pulling off the now damp muscle shirt, chest muscles rippling with every movement.
Jemma heard the screen door open and looked up from the window, knowing her husband was probably finished with the siding and smiled. The poor thing had been outside in this awful heat for most of the day, repairing siding the storms had damaged. They'd been getting nasty thunderstorms lately, even tornado warnings, but that's what happened when a person lived in Texas. It was right smack dab in the middle of Tornado Valley as the meteorologists liked to call it. She sighed, sliding off of the ledge and walked out of the bedroom barefoot. Shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, Jemma went to see what he was up to.
Mark stood on the back porch with the screen door wide open, pouring a gallon jug of water over his head. Letting the water cool him down and wash away the sweat and dirt from his face, hair and chest. He grunted, shaking his head, water droplets flying everywhere from his wet hair. Water droplets trickled down his well chiseled chest, a groan escaping him at how wonderful the water felt against his heated skin.
Her teal colored eyes raked him in, admiring his chiseled body and Jemma licked her lips hungrily. There were some perks to this situation that was for sure. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. Damn if the man wasn't gorgeous and she loved his hair. Her favorite thing about him, but what captivated her most was his beautiful green eyes that reminded her of emerald stones.
Jemma could stare into them for the rest of her natural born life and get completely lost. She smirked when she seen the sun baking down on his soaking wet body and groaned inwardly. The man was going to be the DEATH of her! As if sensing he was being watched, Mark's head shot up, emerald green eyes narrowing slightly before focusing in on his wife. A wicked smirk crossed his sensual lips.
"Well hey there, darlin'." He greeted, setting the jug down and stepped inside, walking over to kiss her, his lips devouring her eagerly for a minute.
"Mmm hey yourself, big man." She purred in reply, teal eyes sparkling and wiped a little bit of dirt from his nose. Jemma ran her hands up and down his wet chiseled chest and bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. Walking past him, her hand reached out to smack him on the ass for good measure. "Are you having fun playing outside?" She asked nonchalantly, walking into the kitchen and wondered what she should make for dinner that night.
Mark growled, coming up behind her and wrapped his arms around Jemma's waist, pulling her back against him. He smirked when she protested she was getting wet. "Playin' huh? More like fixin' up the house to keep yer pretty little behind nice and dry." He bent down, nuzzling her neck, his goatee brushing against her tender skin. "I'm gonna jump in the shower, darlin'. Care to join me?"
Jemma tapped her chin in thought, contemplating it for a minute and turned around, staring into his eyes. Those same eyes she could get lost in for an entire lifetime. She smirked and brought his lips down on hers, passionately kissing him breathlessly and broke it.
"I'll race you!" She called out over her shoulder and zoomed upstairs down the hallway, her laughter permeating the air.
Mark followed slowly, at a more predatory pace, stalking her. He watched as she slowed to a walk, watching her hips sway and then studied her pert little backside, licking his lips. "Race me all you want, I'm enjoyin' the view." He drawled, following her into their bedroom and began shedding what few clothes he had on.
Jemma giggled wickedly, her eyes flashing at him and pulled her tank top off over her head, dropping it to the floor. She winked at him over her shoulder, unclasping her bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her hand went to the button of her jeans, unsnapping and pushed them down her long smooth tanned legs. Not bending her knees, Jemma had given him a full view of her pert ass.
Proceeding to do the same thing with her panties, Jemma kicked them both to the side and gave him an lustful look, disappearing into the bathroom. Mark recognized that look quite well and gave Jemma enough time to get the shower running before joining her. He pinned her against the shower wall, beneath the spray and stared down into her eyes knowingly, his own darkening with hunger.
"Yer a tease, Jem." He murmured, lifting her and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I know, but you love it, Mark." She retorted, her arms wrapping around his upper body, running her fingertips up and down his back.
Jemma leaned forward, capturing his flesh with her mouth, loving his neck. She flicked her tongue out against his pulse point, smirking when he hissed and tightened his hold on her as her ankles locked around his waist. Her lips and tongue moved from the side of his neck to his throat, exploring.
Even though Jemma knew this man's body like the back of her hand, she somehow managed to find new things he enjoyed every time they had sex. Mark had Jemma's body memorized quite thoroughly himself, having burnt every contour to memory. Committing to mind each of her sweet spots, he smirked, hitting one of them right beneath her ear with his teeth.
"That I do darlin'." He whispered, brushing his cock against her dripping wet sex, chuckling wickedly when she jumped.
"Damn you." She whispered out, her voice harsh with passion and instantly melted against his body.
The feeling of his lips and tongue against the tender flesh of her neck was enough to drive her completely crazy. Not to mention his goatee, this made her mind reel every single time. This time was no different as Jemma arched her neck further into his mouth, letting him have his way. Her eyes drifted shut and ran her nails down his chest, smirking when he growled as the water from the showerhead pounded down on them.
"Mmm that feels so good…" She moaned out in approval, wishing he would stop tormenting her.
"Indeed it does." Mark growled, agreeing with his gorgeous vixen of a wife.
He slid inside of her, his breath catching in his throat like always. No matter how many times they'd been together, how tight Jemma was around his cock never failed to amaze him. Mark took his time sliding into her, then pulled out, sliding in farther and withdrawing again, teasing her.
Jemma lost her breath as she leaned her head back against the shower wall, her fiery red hair flowing down her shoulders and gripped his forearms. It didn't matter how many times they had sex, made love, whatever it was. Sometimes it was just straight out screwing, like now. This wasn't a lovemaking session and she knew it.
"God fuck me, baby…I need it so bad…" Jemma whispered out breathlessly, reaching down to stroke his throbbing cock.
Gliding her nail up the length of it, causing him to shiver, Jemma smirked with gleaming wicked teal eyes. Mark noticed that smirk and returned it, setting Jemma down and turning her around, gently pushing her so she was hunched over. That beautiful backside was fully in his view now. He licked his lips hungrily, lightly smacking it and positioned his cock at her dripping wet entrance. Teasing her by rubbing the head of it up and down her slit.
"I like it when you beg, darlin'." Mark murmured huskily, tracing a large finger down her spine.
A full body shiver flowed throughout her as Jemma trembled with anticipation, feeling her pussy tingle every time he slapped her backside. It wasn't hard, but enough to make her pussy quiver. Her hands planted firmly on the shower wall as Jemma bit her bottom lip and groaned when he started teasing her again.
"Mark please, stop teasing me…" Jemma pleaded, her heart racing and knew he'd take her when he was good and ready.
It was how he always was. A dominator in the bedroom, though Mark did on occasion let her have the reigns. Mark didn't stop right away, considering it, enjoying the sight of her flushed quavering body. Her pleading tone was pure music to his ears. Finally, he decided to end both their torment and slid inside of Jemma, grunting when her walls caved in around his cock, drawing him in. Mark gripped her hips, pulling her back against him, sheathing himself fully inside of her.
"This what you want, Jem, darlin'?" He demanded hoarsely, beginning to thrust inside of her at a steady pace.
"Yes, oh yes!" Jemma cried out, feeling his cock begin to slide in and out of her at a slow, tormenting pace.
She groaned, nails pressing hard against the shower wall and could feel her thighs and legs shaking intensely. This was Jemma's favorite position because she could feel EVERYTHING at a whole new level. Though, the only bad thing about it was it made her cum way too fast for her liking. Jemma bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress her moans, but Mark felt too good. She started moaning his name uncontrollably as he plummeted harder and faster inside of her, causing her pussy to tingle with every slap of his balls.
"Oh Mark!"
"That's right darlin', scream my name." Mark growled, increasing the pace ever so slightly, knowing she came fast and hard in this position, drawing it out on purpose.
Tormenting her. He slowed down, barely moving, listening to her whimpers and mewls before finally giving her what they both craved. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, only to be washed away by the warm water as he plummeted inside Jemma. Careful not to hurt her, Mark maintained a speed and depth he knew she liked.
"Mark!" She screamed out his name, reaching back with one hand and stood up straight with her back pressed against his chest.
Careful not to slide him out of her, Jemma wrapped her arm around his neck and met him for every thrust. She arched her neck, passionately kissing him and lost her breath when he began hitting her sweet spot moments later. That alone caused her to cry out his name as her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy.
Mark grunted, stopping slightly to angle himself to slide against her sweet spot, knowing this was over when she screamed out his name. He pressed his face to her neck, licking and sucking on her neck, feeling his entire body tingling. His balls tightened and Mark was ready to cum any second now.
"Christ!" He gasped, his body stiffening before burying himself inside of her and exploded against her back wall violently.
Jemma's walls clamped down around him, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth, suffocating him almost. She screamed out his name as she came hard, her juices milking him for everything she was worth and licked her lips when the breath left her body. She had to press both hands against the shower wall when she felt him explode inside of her, causing another orgasm to rip through her and shrieked out her second release. It was almost more intense in this position than any other. The sweat on her body washed away from the hot shower sprays as she sagged back against Mark.
"Fuck…" She rasped out, not expecting to release a third time.
Mark couldn't say a word, he was too busy trying to survive the intensity of his own orgasm. Finally, when he'd filled her completely with his seed, he kissed her neck, his softening cock sliding out of her slowly. Mark sat down on the ledge and pulled her with him, letting the water beat down on them, trying to calm his racing heart and steady his breathing.
"Hot damn, woman…" He grunted, burying his face in her soaking wet hair.
"I second that notion." She breathed out in a giggle, holding her finger up and looked up at him with a soft smile. "I love you." She murmured, kissing his lips tenderly and felt her heart race when he wrapped those strong arms around her tiny frame.
He was massive compared to her, but had never raised a hand to her. Mark was the perfect husband in her eyes with very few flaws, such as his temper. When Mark got angry, he did one of 3 things. He yelled, went out into the garage to tinker with his motorcycles or left the house. He'd only lost his temper once and punched a hole in the wall, which scared Jemma to no end and that ended up costing him a week without her presence.
She'd gone to stay with his sister, Corence, and Mark had gotten quite the tongue lashing from his little sister. They hadn't fought in a while and Jemma wondered when it was going to happen. She sighed, pushing that thought out of her head and snuggled against him, wanting to enjoy this moment with her husband. Mark cupped her chin in one massive hand, tilting her head back gently so he could stare into her eyes.
"What's on yer mind, Jemma?" He asked softly, running the pad of his thumb over her lower lip.
"Just thinking how lucky I am to have such a wonderful loving husband like you." She answered promptly, half lying. Jemma pressed a soft kiss to his palm before sliding off of his lap, her legs still a bit shaky. "Thanks for the shower, sweetheart. You finish up while I go start dinner." Stepping out, Jemma wrapped a towel around her body and walked out of the bathroom.