Chapter 2
The elevator was so dark that she couldn't make out his face….she couldn't even see the outline of his large frame. But the smell…the sound of his voice…told her that it was really him.
Hesitantly reaching out, she placed her hands on his chest, experimentally running them over the hard surface as his arms encircled her waist once more.
"I've missed you baby." he whispered, the tenderness in his voice stirring feelings inside of her that she had long though of as dead.
"I've missed you too Mark. So much. But… I still don't understand…"
"Let's see if this makes things any clearer." he murmured, seconds before he pressed his lips against hers
That one touch was all it took for her to quiet her thoughts. Running her hands up his arms, Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as his tongue flicked out to tease at the corners of her mouth. Parting her lips to let him in, she tightened her grip on his neck, her body coming alive beneath the touch it had craved for so long.
Cupping her face in his hand, Mark slowly broke the kiss, brushing his lips over her forehead and across her cheeks, playfully nipping at the end of her nose, before claiming her lips again. Leaning into his massive body for support, Rachel gave herself over to him completely, her mind reeling from the wonderful pleasure of his kisses.
Breaking the kiss once more, Mark released her and took a step back.
"Mark? Please don't go." she whispered, fisting her hands in the front of his shirt when she felt him trying to pull away from her.
"Shhh. I'm not going anywhere darlin'. Just hang on a minute." he replied softly, as he gently pried her hands lose from his shirt.
Her hands falling back to her sides, Rachel listened as she heard the rustling of clothes….the sound of a heavy leather jacket being dropped to the floor…the jingle of a belt buckle being loosened…the sound of a zipper being pulled. Every sound seemed to echo throughout the empty space of the elevator, heightening her arousal, fueling her need. Then all was quiet again and she felt the panic rising inside of her when she thought of him leaving her again.
"Mark?"
"I'm right here darlin'." he replied, bracing his hands against the wall, one on either side of her head, as he leaned in to give her yet another kiss.
Feeling the heat emanating from his large frame, she brought her hands back to his body, letting them wander over his bare skin, enjoying the feel of the flawless surface against her fingertips. Then dipping her hand lower, she wrapped her small fist around his throbbing erection, loving the way it jerked and pulsed beneath her touch.
"Ummm…baby…that feels so good…" Mark half-moaned, half-growled as he trailed his lips down her neck.
Feeling her arch against him, his hands left the wall, wandering down the smooth curves of her body, coming to rest on top of her breast. Teasing the hardening nipple between his thick fingers, he soon had her panting softly in his ear.
"You've got too many clothes on darlin'." he whispered softly, his fingers already working at the buttons of her coat as he unfastened them and slid the material from her shoulders.
Repeating the process, he quickly removed her shirt, then gave a sharp flick of his wrist as her bra was removed as well. Cupping her now-bare breasts in his large hands, he resumed his gentle nibbling on her neck, steadily working his way down her body until his mouth found one of the stiffened peaks.
With a soft cry, Rachel arched her back, forcing herself deeper into his hot mouth. Her hand gripping his shaft even tighter, she began to stroke him faster, her own desire quickly growing out of control.
Moaning loudly, Mark reached down to stop her, pulling her hand away as she protested with a loud moan of her own.
"Soon baby. I promise." he chuckled, as his mouth moved to her other breast to continue the torment.
Bringing his hands to rest on her hips, he began to slowly hike up the silky material of her skirt until it was gathered around her waist. Holding it in one hand, he slipped the other one between her thighs, letting it tease her already drenched center through the thin material of her panties.
"Mark…please…." she whimpered softly, squirming as she tried to make him increase the pressure.
Chuckling softly, Mark dropped to his knees on the floor, easing Rachel out of her skirt and panties before gently urging her thighs apart. Starting at her waist, he placed gentle kisses along the smooth skin of her stomach, letting his tongue swirl playfully around her belly button before steadily working his way down toward her drenched center. Moving at a slow, leisurely pace, he took the time to inhale her warm, intoxicating scent before finally leaning in for a taste. Easing one of her legs across his broad shoulder, he began to trace along her soft folds with his tongue, teasing her momentarily before plunging it deep inside of her tight body.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, Rachel squirmed against his mouth, whimpering and moaning in pleasure as he withdrew his tongue and enclosed his lips around her throbbing clit. Sucking gently on the small nub, he used the tip of his tongue for added stimulation and he soon had her panting harshly as she moved against him, her body tightening as a powerful orgasm rushed through her.
Gasping for air, she collapsed back against the wall, her body trembling as Mark rose back to his feet and took her in his arms again.
"You taste so good darlin'….so sweet. God…I've missed you so much…." he growled before taking her lips in a fierce kiss, letting her feel his own arousal as he pressed her into the wall of the elevator.
Trailing his hands down her body, he cupped her bottom, lifting her off of the floor.
"I can't wait any longer baby. I need to be inside you." he murmured as he eased himself between her wet folds. With one quick thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, groaning at how tightly her passageway gripped his pulsating cock.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rachel dug her nails into his back, crying out in pleasure with every thrust of his hips.
"Damn baby! You're so fuckin tight! It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?" he whispered softly, even as he increased his pace.
Unable to reply, Rachel whimpered as she clung to him tightly, her body spiraling higher and higher out of control as she felt another intense orgasm building inside of her.
"Mark…please…faster….." she cried, trying her best to work her hips in rhythm with his.
"I can feel you're almost there baby. Cum for me Rachel….show me how much you've missed me." Mark growled, as he teetered on the edge of his own release.
His sensual words were the only encouragement she needed, and she cried out as he finally pushed her over the edge, her body shuddering as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.
"Fuck…Rachel!" Mark growled out, gritting his teeth as he exploded deep inside of her.
Resting his head on her shoulder, Mark continued to hold her close as he came down from his powerful high, enjoying the feel of her body still wrapped tightly around his own.
When they finally regained their senses, Mark reluctantly released his hold on her, sitting her back on her feet as he withdrew from her body. Taking a step back, he knelt on the floor and felt his way in the dark until he found their clothes. Dragging them back to where Rachel was standing, he felt her jump when he placed a hand on her leg.
"Here darlin'. Let me help you get dressed. We don't have much time." he whispered, as he helped her back into her panties.
Without a word between them, Mark helped Rachel into the remainder of her clothes before dressing himself.
"You're leaving me again, aren't you?" Rachel finally whispered, her soft voice breaking the unbearable silence.
"I'm sorry baby. I don't have a choice. I don't belong….here….anymore." he answered reluctantly, immediately growing concerned at her silence.
"Rachel? Are you alright darlin'?"
Hearing her muffled sob, he reached out for her and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't cry baby. I don't want you to cry over me anymore." he murmured, as he slid to the floor, bringing her with him to cradle her in his lap.
"Please don't leave me again." she cried as she buried her face into his well-worn jacket, inhaling the comforting scent.
"You know I can't stay here. It's just not possible." he whispered gently, as he rocked her in his arms.
"Then take me with you." Rachel murmured, tightening her grip on his shirt. "Please don't leave me here by myself again. I don't want to stay here without you."
"I can't do that Rachel. It's not your time. You still have things left to do with your life. You're not ready to leave this world yet."
Crying harder, she closed her eyes when she felt him begin to stroke her hair.
"Please don't leave me again Mark….please…don't….go." she murmured, the fatigue quickly taking over her body as he continued to touch her.
Feeling her body begin to relax against his, Mark knew that she was falling under his spell. He hated to leave her like this...disappearing without a proper goodbye. But he thought it was for the best. He hoped that it would be less painful for her.
Hearing her murmur his name, Mark whispered to her soothingly.
"I have to leave you now Rachel. It's time for me to go. But don't ever think that you're alone. I'll always be close by… watching over you…keeping you safe. I promise you baby…I'll come back to you soon. I will find someway to live again."
Easing himself from beneath her, Mark laid her sleeping form carefully on the floor, leaning in to give her one last kiss on the forehead before he vanished into the darkness.
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Waking with a start, Rachel bolted upright as she gazed around her, immediately noticing that the elevator was moving again.
"I must have been dreaming…." she murmured, as she rubbed her head in confusion.
"Mark….there was no way he could have been here. But it seemed so real." she thought to herself, rubbing her lips when she remembered how good it had felt to be in his embrace again.
The soft jingle of the bell alerted her to the fact she had reached her destination, and she slowly staggered to her feet as the doors opened, finally releasing her from the metal confines of her prison.
Picking up her briefcase and straightening her clothes, she took one last glance around the elevator, noticing for the first time that she now felt strangely at peace with herself. Letting out a soft sigh, she slowly headed toward the door, stopping in her tracks when she spotted something lying on the ground in front of her. Bending down to pick it up, her heart nearly stopped when she saw what it was.
A small scrap of leather…well-worn leather.
Bringing it to her nose, she smiled as she inhaled the scent.
With the slightest bit of cologne mingled in for good measure.
Pulling herself upright, she clutched the material tightly in her fist as she looked around her once more. Then rubbing her hand across her stomach, she smiled when she remembered the words her husband had said to her.
He would live again. Maybe not his body. But his heart…his soul…his love was now growing inside of her. She understood now why he had come back to her. And she realized that he had helped her more than he would ever know.
Smiling again, she strolled from the elevator, a spring in her step as she headed for home. For the first time in a very long while, she was finally looking forward to what the future would hold.
~The End~
