Thursday, December 5, 2013 – same afternoon

Max felt Mark's lips on her neck, his beard lightly tickling her skin, causing her to moan quietly and lean back onto him. He was behind her, embracing her by the waist, his one hand at her breast, his fingers gently playing with her nipple, the other hand dipping lower between her legs, his thighs hugging her hips.

The bathtub wasn't awfully big, but it fitted the two of them with no problem, leaving quite a bit of extra space so they didn't feel squished in there, allowing them to stretch out their legs should they want to. The hot water was keeping them nicely warm, the foam on the surface covering their bodies, leaving a little bit of mystery. Two wine glasses, along with a bottle of red, stood on a stool nearby. The bathroom was only dimly lit by the candles surrounding the tub, which, coupled with the enjoyable, citrus scent of the bubble bath, rendered the mood romantic.

'Mm, we should have done this ages ago,' Mark murmured into her ear, making her smile. His lips and tongue were teasing Max behind her earlobe, his slightly scruffy beard tickling and scratching her skin.

'Mm-maybe.' She exhaled, responding to the caresses. 'But now it feels more special,' she added, bringing her hand to the back of his neck.

'It does, yes,' he murmured again between kisses, 'like everything that has you in it.'

Max bit down on her smile. 'I–' her own moan interrupted her, escaping her lungs.

Mark's fingers were stroking her clit delicately though more insistently, the dull sound of sloshing about with his rapid hand movements coming from beneath the surface, his other hand gripping her thigh open as she started squirming in response to the pleasure. She brought her palms to his, pressing them closer, gasping and panting, pushing her back against his torso. Her head landed on his shoulder, allowing him to leave a trembling, sloppy kiss on her jaw, moving his fingers faster and faster, bringing in that blissful, tingling heat, and was forced to move his other hand to her waist to steady her, locking her under his arm, she holding onto him, surrendering to his caresses. She abruptly turned her face towards his, moaning against his jaw as he made her come.

Her body limp against his, she let out a content laughter, feeling his lips leave a kiss on her cheek. 'I…I forgot what I was going to say,' she breathed, laughing some more. Mark joined her, flexing and unflexing his tired hand.

She reached out for her wine glass. Taking a sip, she looked back at Mark and had to hide her grin behind glass as they locked eyes. His stare was sometimes so intense – or so it seemed to her – that it made her feel shy in his presence. In turn, he adored seeing that coy look on her. He smiled back at her and left half a dozen little kisses on her cheek.

'Oh, I am getting way too drunk for my own good. I'll probably fall asleep on you once we get out of here,' Max chuckled, putting the glass back on the stool.

'Being on the receiving end of your little masterpiece, how could I ever hold anything against you?' Mark joked, his murmur vibrating in her ear again. Max could swear it was one of the hottest things he did, his voice so soothing and sort of purring, almost always sending shivers or tingles down her neck.

'You definitely cannot,' she breathed, her eyes shut and her smile wide.

They cuddled for a few moments in silence, caressing each other skin, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.

Feeling playful, Max took two handfuls of foam and carefully placed it all along her jaw and above her mouth. Turning to face him, she said, 'Now I look like you,' an amused expression on her lips, cracking herself up.

Her girly, sincere laughter filled his eardrums and Mark couldn't help but laugh with her at her silly demeanor. He absolutely loved how adorable she was. 'You little goof,' he said softly, stroking her cheek.

She grinned at him wiped her mouth as too much of the bitter foam dripped down to her lips. He created a big cup with his palms and drew clear water, cleaning off the rest of it to kiss her.

Max repositioned herself, turning around and sitting astride his one thigh, and brought her hands to his face, kissing him back with more eagerness, his hands holding her steadily by the waist. Mark could taste wine on her tongue, as well as feel her palm slipping lower down his chest, until she dived it deeper, eventually reaching between his legs.

'Mm,' she murmured, breaking away from the kiss. 'Someone is ready for me.'

Mark offered her a huge grin. 'It appears s-so, y-yes,' he gasped, as she wrapped her hand around him and started gliding it up and down his length.

She gave him a little smooch before planting wet kisses on his neck, teasing him with her tongue, working her arm vigorously, making her partner moan with delight. His palm, dipped underwater, squeezed her cheek in passion, feeling her strokes become more and more insistent, he was simply sighing and grunting as his pleasure kept mounting higher. She could feel he was getting close now, as his grip on her behind tightened, and he soon graced her with a content growl, much to her satisfaction.

She moved up, bringing her palm to his cheek, sharing slow, deep kisses with him.

Drying off her hair, Max called out, 'Mark, babe? I have nothing to wear to sleep, I didn't bring anything.'

Mark exited the bathroom and headed to the chest of drawers, perusing through its contents until he found something. 'Okay, I can offer this,' he stated, passing a pair of grey pajama shorts and a navy blue tee to Max. 'The shorts are probably too big for you, but they have that, uh…string thingy, you can tie it quite tightly around your waist so they won't fall down.'

Max raised the clothes in her hands, examining the attire. 'Hm. Okay, I'll try it on.'

Indeed, Mark was right in assuming the clothes were far too big on her, but the string did help and the tee hanged nicely off her shoulders, though looking rather oversized.

'There we go,' he said, checking her out. 'You look so cute.'

She grinned. 'Ah, thank you.' She left a little smooch on his lips. 'Okay, come on, let's go to bed, I'm super tired.'

'Yes, me too, it was an eventful day,' he chuckled. 'No wonder we're exhausted.'

They snuggled up together, warm and cozy, falling asleep soon after.


Friday, December 6, 2013

A pair of soft lips was leaving delicate, little kisses on Mark's bare upper back, and an arm hooked itself around his shoulder, bringing the owner's body closer to his. His chest heaved as he drew a deep breath, slowly waking up, making Max smile as he let out a pleasurable, humming moan.

'Good morning,' Max purred into his ear, gently pulling on his lobe. She then went back to kissing his gentle skin, it burning pleasantly against her lips.

'Good morning,' Mark murmured in reply. He felt her bare breasts pressing against his back. Turning his head to face her a little, he asked, 'Hey, where's your tee?'

She slipped her hand down his torso, stopping to feel his abs. 'I didn't think I needed it anymore.'

Mark chuckled, sounding a bit sleepy. 'Nicely deduced,' he praised. 'Come here.' He rolled over and pulled her on top of himself. 'My, my, entirely nude, huh?'

Max grinned at him. 'Thought you might like it.'

'I do indeed.' His hands skimmed up her sides, arriving at her breasts, squeezing and fondling them lightly, she bringing her hands to his, feeling the pleasurable warmth radiating from his palms, and began grinding her hips against the edge of his underwear. Mark then pulled her down for a kiss, his palms wandering up and down her back. They then trailed off to her behind, pushing her hips towards his face. 'Have a seat,' he said playfully, sending her an enticing gaze.

Max giggled and eagerly acquiesced to his offer. She kneeled over his head, slowly lowering her pelvis to his face, her pulsating clit soon meeting his warm tongue. Holding onto the bedframe, she was calmly rocking her hips, sighing and biting down on her smile. Mark's one hand at her cheek, steadying her, the other trailing off up her torso, eventually wrapping his palm around her breast, she bringing her hand to his again, and they moved together, both teasing one another.

Oh, but Mark knew exactly how to make her want more. Maneuvering his tongue interchangeably up, down and side to side, he soon elicited a delighted moan from his girlfriend, making her wetter, and she began riding his face a bit faster, though still gently.

'Ah, Mark…' Max sighed, her fingers curling around the bedframe and his hand, her cry undoubtedly making him smile. It clearly encouraged him to intensify the caresses, his strokes becoming more and more pleasurable, the warn, tingling sensation escalating higher, until she cried out again, slowing down her movements.

Wanting to feel him inside her, she broke away from his mouth, and crawled backwards, her lips meeting his for a wet, passionate kiss. Mindful to return the favor before going further, she was now planting kisses down his neck, all over his chest, relishing in his scent and the feeling of his blazing skin, backing away and kissing his abs, hearing his pleasurable, humming moans, his anticipation rising.

Finally getting between his legs and meeting his eyes, she sent him a gorgeous smile and pulled down his boxers, sliding them down his legs and relieving him of them completely. She teased him some more, licking the skin by the base and digging her fingers into his abs. Mark bit down on his bottom lip as he felt her lips wrapping themselves around his tip, sucking on it as her tiny palms moved up and down his length in regular strokes. It felt utterly satisfying to hear him quietly moan.

'Mm,' he murmured, then suddenly gasped in pleasure. Responding to his quiet cries of passion, Max began sucking on him more intensely, taking him in deeper. 'Fuck,' he whispered, his hand landing on her nape, his fingers tightening the grip. He closed his eyes, listening to the lovely sounds her mouth was making around his dick, coupled with her ragged breathing. He then locked eyes with her, smiling at her as her lips glided up and down on his side, leaving a playful, little kiss near his tip.

He pulled up, cupping her face with both of his hands, and brought it closer, kissing her eagerly. 'You wanna…?' he asked, once their lips parted.

Max didn't respond verbally. She relieved herself from his loose embrace, crawled towards the foot of the bed and lay down on her stomach. Looking over her shoulder, she sent him a wide grin. She giggled in excitement, bending her knees and waving her feet.

Mark smirked. 'I'll take it as a yes.' Tilting back, he reached for a large pillow and passed it to Max. 'For you, my darling.'

'Thank you very much,' she replied in a polite, theatrical way. She took the pillow, stuffed it under her upper torso, and rested her head and arms comfortably on it.

Mark crawled right after her, kneeling low behind her, his torso straightened up. Moving her one leg up and bending it at her knee, he came closer, she smiling at him over her shoulder all the way through. He teased her some more, brushing his fingertips against her soft labia, delighted to feel how wet she was for him.

'Lovely,' he murmured, widening Max's grin.

She then felt him slowly slide inside, sighing quietly as he made himself at home. He loved the familiarity of the feeling of her warmth around himself, perfectly slick and tight.

'Ah, yes,' he breathed, beginning to move within her, holding onto her bottom, spreading the cheeks as he leaned against them. Closing his eyes, he murmured, 'Oh, Max…you feel so good,' escalating her excitement. He was gently rubbing against her wall at a semi-rapid pace, creating a light friction, causing her to gasp and let out quiet moans once in a while. She could hear him panting and grunting in response, he was clearly enjoying himself, his palms tightening their grip on her behind.

Mark was continuously rocking his hips, pressing himself against hers, going in slower every few moves to feel her deeper, grunting in pleasure. He propped himself against the bed and leaned in closer to leave wet kisses on the back of her neck. As turned her head to face him, he kissed her.

'Good?' he asked, reaching out and caressing her cheek.

'Mhm,' she replied with a wide smile.

Reciprocating it, he kissed her again and straightened his torso back up, his hands finding her hips and steadily holding onto them, and began moving more decisively, pushing harder, reveling in the sensation. Feeling her heat mount, Max reached back for his hand, he taking it and putting it to one of her cheeks, then covered it with his palm. Sweat breaking out on his skin, he began driving in faster and faster, evidently having reached her sweet spot. Hitting against it with more force, he heard her delighted, drawn-out moans, her body moving beneath him in response to the delicious, warm pleasure.

Slowing down for a moment, leaning over of her and smirking to himself, Mark uttered in a deep timbre, 'Oh, you like that, huh?'

Her grin widened, her lips parted, she moaned and closed her eyes. 'Yes,' Max murmured, drawling out every letter of her cry of passion, tightly gripping the pillow, feeling him continuously filling her up, her voice shaky due to Mark's rapid movements within her. Her pleasure was building up higher and higher, warmer and warmer, causing her to remove her hand and prop herself on her arms and knees, the sensation all too overwhelming.

Arching and bending her back, his hands holding her by the waist, she felt his thrusts becoming faster and more aggressive, the friction more and more intense, much to her delight. He was panting behind her, evidently getting exhausted, but relentlessly slamming into her until he eventually brought her to climax, her peak breathless, fingers wrapped on the edge of the mattress. She dropped her tired body onto the bed with a loud thud, causing the bed to wobble.

Mark was now able to slow down. He slid his palms up her soft back and, having swept her hair to the side, leaned over her to give her a sloppy smooch on her nape. Max simply lay on the side of her face, eyes closed, satisfaction curving her lips upwards, trying to catch her breath. He was still moving inside her, albeit less intensely for now, as though to prolong the moment for himself, lightly kissing the back of her neck.

Max felt him withdraw from her and turn her on her back, thus she opened her eyes and sent him a dreamy, near-euphoric smile, reaching out with her hands to hug his face, which was approaching hers. Kissing for a few moments and sharing a grin right after, she then sensed him slide back inside. Mark leaned on top of her, again propping himself up on the mattress, she encircling her legs around his waist, her palms pressing against his chest. They were smiling at each other, lust mixed with affection, sharing the blissful friction between one another. He didn't need to be as insistent this time, her pleasure was building up again, thanks to her first peak still lingering.

'Are you a good girl?' he asked, his voice tired, but still thrillingly deep.

'I am,' she replied, her lips parted and curved up in a smile, eyes closed.

Pushing a bit harder and hearing her moan, he asked again, 'You want another?'

Without opening her eyes, she uttered, 'Yes.'

'Ask nicely.'

'Please, Mr. Jefferson,' she murmured, gasping as her pleasure mounted higher, barely able to speak.

He smirked. 'Good girl.'

Keeping his end of the bargain, he began rocking his hips with more vigor, increasing the speed and force, pushing more roughly than before, observing the bliss painted on her face. She dug her fingers into his chest, feeling him continuously and relentlessly hit against the sweet spot, he was driving into it with no stops, soon bringing her into her second climax. It was more intense, causing her to cry out and tighten the grip around his waist, moving her hips with his. Mark lowered his body, his chest brushing against hers, his lips at her neck, and with the last few thrusts, he burst inside her with a loud growl.

Exhausted, they lay there, dripping with sweat, cuddling and trying to catch their breaths, elated smiles on their faces.

'Pancakes?' Mark offered after a few moments, then placed a kiss on her forehead.

'I'm kinda feeling like…eggs and bacon this morning, if that's alright with you.'

'Of course it is.' He squeezed her a bit tighter in his arms. 'Anything you want, you get.'

She trembled with giggles. 'Oh, you are going to spoil me beyond repair.'

'Impossible. We've established that you're a good girl,' he said, cracking her up. 'Okay, go shower quickly and I'll make you that breakfast, hm?' Max wanted to protest, feeling he really was spoiling her, but he cut her off before she could say anything. 'Go, go, go!' he hurried her, lightly spanking her bottom in a playful way with each word.

She got off him, giggling. 'Yes, sir.'

Mark simply shook his head at her with a smirk, enrobed his underwear back, and headed downstairs to keep his little promise.

Max soon joined him in the kitchen.

'You're fast,' he remarked, raising his eyebrows. 'There you go,' he said, gesturing to the plate placed on her side of the island. 'If you want more, just say, okay?'

Max took her seat. Two fried eggs and three strips of bacon, along with a big piece of toast graced her plate. He had also cut some veggies and made her coffee just the way she liked it. 'Oh, it's perfectly fine. Thank you.'

'Welcome. Now, I'm gonna go shower, I'll be back soon, you just enjoy your meal, baby,' he announced, placing a kiss on her temple and headed upstairs.

Max slowly consumed the delicious breakfast, peeking out the window with a dreamy smile. The weather was nice enough for December, a few faint rays of sunshine were piercing through the glass. She felt simply blissful, spending time with Mark, or just at his house, always felt so wonderful.

He soon joined her, wearing her favorite white shirt, rolled-up sleeves, completed with dark jeans. He made himself a cup of coffee as well, and a similar breakfast, though just a bit more.

'You sure you don't want more?' he asked.

'You have no idea how full I am right now.' She smiled, massaging her tummy. 'It was so tasty. Thank you.'

Mark chuckled. 'Well, alright. I'm glad you liked it.'

'I did. Dare I say, it was even more delicious than Joyce's.'

'Who's Joyce?'

'Oh, right. Chloe's mom. She works at the Two Whales,' Max explained. 'Can't count the number of times she's made breakfast for Chloe and me. But, as I said, I've found my new favorite chef,' she added, grinning. She moved closer and kissed him.

'That makes me very happy,' he replied with a smile. 'So, busy day?'

'A bit, but I think it's still going to be rather easy on me, especially since English has been called off today. Ms. Hoida is still not feeling well.'

'Right. I do hope she comes back soon, she's a damn fine teacher.'

'She is. I love how passionate she is about literature, makes it so much easier to absorb it all.' Max took a sip of coffee. 'How about your day?'

'Just two lectures, gym in between.'

'I see. I actually have PE first, too, gonna burn all this breakfast.'

'You've already had some cardio today,' he joked.

'I did, yes, but I doubt that counts at Blackwell,' she chuckled.

'Sadly, I'm afraid you're right.' Having finished, Mark collected their empty plates and put them in the sink. 'Oh,' he groaned, 'I'm full now too.' He then joined Max back by the island, both sipping their coffee. 'You know, this was actually my father's favorite breakfast,' he confessed.

Max smiled. 'Yeah?'

'Mhm. My mother would make it often for him, especially when he was working hard at night, coming back home early in the morning, completely exhausted. Once he was finished, he always said, 'You're the best,' to my mom, kissed her on the forehead and headed to sleep,' he recounted with a wistful smile. Clearly, the memory of his father was always somewhere at the back of Mark's mind.

'That's so sweet.' Max shifted closer, smiled and said, 'You're the best.'

Mark moved up and kissed her forehead, caressing her cheek. 'You are.'