I felt the familiar tingling and knots form in my stomach as his fingers continued to work on me. I wasn't going to last much longer...
"Oh, fuck, Mark!" I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulder as it hit me. It was incredible, washing over me with a wave of pure pleasure. My toes curled, knuckles turning white as I gripped the counter top with desperation. I threw my head back, moaning loudly as I came against his hand, my hips instinctively rolling against him. I could hear him groan lightly at the sight of me.
He pulls his hand away, running his palm up my stomach to the valley between my breasts. I felt myself come down, my legs trembling and my breathing ragged. I felt the afterglow seep into me.
"Holy fuck.." I breathed out, opening my eyes to catch him watching me intently. I could see the small smirk pull at the corners of his lips, while his hands found my sides, sliding down to grasp my slender thighs.
"My turn." He comments lowly, pushing my legs open to take his place between them. I watched him with lidded eyes, his thick member completely erect now.
He pressed the tip against me, rubbing it against the slick folds. He was teasing me again, simply rubbing the head against me, adding more pressure with each stoke. I was getting frustrated, being so close to having him, but he didn't give. My eyes caught his; He was staring at me, dark eyes piercing into mine again. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, pushing myself closer towards him in a desperate attempt to get more. His hand quickly goes out to push me back, his palm flat against my chest before sliding up and wrapping around my thin neck.
"Beg." He demanded, pushing his hips forward just the slightest, before pulling back. I felt my face grow hot again, hesitant to look him in the eyes.
"Please, Mark. Please, fuck me." I whisper, with emerald eyes pleading.
"You're gonna have to do better than that." He remarks, a snide smile caressing his features, followed by a gentle push. I groaned impatiently, hips rolling towards his.
"Mark, please! I need you inside...please." I breathe out desperately. He grins then,
"That's more like it."
Not a second later he thrust forward with a growl, completely burying himself. A deep groan rumbles in his chest as I tightened around him, followed by a strangled cry from my lips. Mark wasted no time, his hand tightening around my neck while the other found my hip, firmly holding me in place as he repeated the motion. It took no time for him to find his pace; Hard and relentless.
He was slamming into me, the obscene slap of our skin and lewd moans of pleasure the only sound in the apartment. His grip on my neck was growing painful, but at that moment, I cared not one bit.
"Fuck! M-Mark!" I cry out, my hand reaching up to grasp his forearm. He didn't falter, simply pressing on harder, his steel grip was sure to leave bruises later. I was moaning loudly, crying out incoherent words and spewing profanities. I was getting close, and I wanted it more than anything.
"Mark! I think...I'm gonna-" I gasp, nails digging into his forearm as he released my neck. I arched my back, moving my hands to grasp the edges of the counter top. His other hand was quick to grab my waist, pulling me down on him in time to his movements.
"Come on, Eden." He growled, pushing against me even harder.
Then it hit me; He pressed harshly on that little bundle of nerves deep inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure straight up my spine. I felt my climax hit me once more, letting out a strangled cry followed by his name. I felt like I was literally going to pass out from the pleasure.
"Look at me." He demanded, and I quickly complied, opening my eyes and staring right into his. Mark's eyes were dark, brows furrowed in concentration. His mouth slightly ajar as he groaned deeply. He reached out, roughly grasping my chin and pulling me into a messy kiss. I moaned in his mouth, feeling his hand leave my face to wrap around my waist, followed by the other. Before I knew it, he had pulled me off the counter, turning around to slam me against the wall once more. My legs quickly wrapped around his waist, resting on his hips while my hands found his hair.
My orgasm subsided, I felt like a feather again. I was silently grateful he had me pinned against the wall, knowing I wouldn't be able to hold myself up. I barely had enough time to relax when he pushed into me once more. A deep moan escapes my lips, my head leaning back against the wall. It was almost too much to handle, the sensation of him inside me right after the most intense orgasm of my life.
It didn't take long for him to regain his pace, completely pounding me against the wall. My voice was getting rasp, tired from crying out so much. I could hear him groaning; A deep, vibrating moan that sent me over the edge once more. His hand came up to grip my hair at the roots, pulling my head back while the other tightened around my waist, pulling me against him as he tried to reach his own release. Leaning towards me, he latches onto my neck with his teeth, biting down harshly with one final thrust.
"Oh, fuck!" He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he came, still deep inside me. A lengthy moan falls from my lips, feeling myself come down for the third time. Our breath was ragged, and we both wore a light sheen of sweat on our skin. I had to take a moment to catch my breath, and regain some of my strength. I was literally trembling from the intensity of my orgasm.
"Mark.." I breathe, running my hands through his damp hair. He grunts against my neck, his scruff tickling my sensitive skin.
"That was...Amazing." I breathe, resting my head against the wall. He pulls away then, and catches my eye. A small smile braces my lips as I took a second to admire him; His hair was a mess, thrown about in every which way. His eyes were softer now, not so dark and demanding.
Like he was an entirely different person.
I say nothing as I placed my hand on his cheek.
"I think..I like this better than walking away." He comments, smiling lazily. I giggle in response,
"Definitely. We should do this more often.." I reply, a smirk crossing my lips. He raises a brow, grinning back at me.
"I'm game."