Friday, December 27, 2013
Staring absentmindedly at the airport rush happening in front of him, Mark finally blinked repeatedly as a familiar tiny palm waved at him from afar, a gorgeous smile beaming from his favorite face in the world. He immediately requited the grin, his heart picking up the pace and joy surfacing as he locked eyes with Max. He could hear her adorable, excited giggles echoing throughout the space they were in and growing louder with each of her steps. She was sort of running up to him now, evidently thrilled to see him again at last, just as he was. He opened his arms wide, allowing her to almost jump into his embrace a few moments later, causing him to step backwards a bit under the force of the blow, and locked her tightly under his strong arms and close to his chest.
That same familiar, pleasant, coconut scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, and he rested his face in her hair for a little while. As if it were even possible, she dug herself deeper into him, breathing in his scent as well and relishing in the familiarity of the warmth of his body.
'Oh, I've missed you, babygi–' Mark started, but was cut off by Max's eager kisses. He smiled in astonishment, causing them to bump mouths for a couple of seconds, but their kiss soon grew a little more intense and less and less decent, considering they were in a public space. She clutched to his face and gradually slowed down, breaking away soon after.
'I've missed you, too,' she said, flashing that gorgeous smile again, gazing into his eyes with wonder. Their lips met for another wistful, tiny smooch.
'Alright. I don't know how about you, but I'm starving. How about we eat something first, huh?' he offered, cupping her face with one palm and sending her a matching soft, wondrous gaze.
'It's like you're reading my mind again.' She bobbed her head, a wide grin on her gentle face. 'Yes, please.'
'Alright, let's go.'
They grabbed their suitcases and headed to a nearby airport pizza place.
Having barely arrived at Mark's place, they were all over each other, almost forgetting about their luggage left on the porch or to even close the front door. Mark slammed it shut and continued the heated kiss, Max gripping his face for stability and smiling against his mouth. His hands found her hips and pulled her closer to his own, sliding higher and pushing her towards the wall separating the kitchen from the hallway. Their gasps and grunts were echoing throughout the room. They felt so starved from one another's touch it nearly felt like feeding an addiction.
Finally, Mark pinned her to the wall and his lips started to sail across her jaw, leaving those amazing, wet kisses of his, his breath kept sending shivers and goosebumps right down into her core. He soon moved lower, caressing the soft skin on her neck, all the while his hands sneaked up her tee and explored their way up to her breasts, eventually wrapping themselves over her bra and squeezing lightly. Max moaned in thrill, her hands landing on his shoulders and skimming up until they reached his hair. With one more squeeze, she tugged on his hair and felt his teeth teasing her neck. He kissed her once more before looking her in the eyes and attempting to undo her pants.
'Wait, hold on,' she countered, although with a dose of disappointment in her own voice.
'Why, what happened?' Mark asked, reluctantly taking his hands away.
'Nothing, nothing, just… I feel so gross after being on the plane for so long. I'd like to take a shower first.'
'Oh. Well, alright, of course, go on. I should probably take one, too.'
She gave him a tiny smooch. 'Thanks. We'll finish this right after, okay? Promise.'
'Alright, baby,' he replied and took a couple of deeper breaths to collect himself. His excitement had risen just before she'd stopped him, and so now he needed to readjust his jeans, feeling that uncomfortable tension.
Max noticed it and offered him an apologetic look, a bit of guilt surfacing. 'Sorry,' she mouthed, putting her hands to his chest and flashing a slight pout.
'Hey, it's okay.' Mark kissed her once more. 'Later it is.'
Max all but started heading upstairs on her own, but then stopped in the middle of the staircase and looked back down at Mark. 'How about…you join me?'
He immediately turned to face her. His excited smile told her everything she needed to know.
Done with brushing her teeth, Max undressed herself, leaving all of her clothes in a messy heap on the floor by the sink, and went into the shower cabin. She never really focused on any details inside it, but she had to admit – it was quite spacious and definitely luxurious. Obviously, the showers at the Blackwell dorms couldn't compare, but neither could her home bathroom back in Seattle – in here, there was an electric shower with temperature controllers and a big shower head. It always felt like getting an actual massage with just streams of warm or hot water. She could stay here for hours and hours.
She stood under the shower head and let the hot water soak her entire body. She then soaped herself up with Mark's shower gel, slowly massaging her skin and cleansing the areas that needed it the most, the warm water relieving tension from her sore muscles. Meanwhile, Mark brushed his teeth at the sink, looking in the mirror and seeing the reflection of his beautiful girlfriend who was now nude, and kept involuntarily smirking to himself with the toothbrush in his mouth. He couldn't help but let his anticipation rise. And the pressure between his legs became all too unbearable to ignore.
Finally finished, Mark removed his specs and turned around to approach the shower cabin, then gently knocked on the slightly steamed glass, prompting Max to face him.
'All good?' he asked, his bare, dark brown eyes piercing through hers so persuasively.
'Oh, yeah, it's amazing,' she replied, and paused for a second, tentatively resting her hand against the glass door and biting down on her bottom lip before she spoke again, 'Would you like to join me now?'
'I would like that very much,' Mark responded with that soft yet deep timbre of his. His eyes roamed over her gorgeous, soaped, tiny frame with desire, marveling at how foam dripped off of her. 'God, you're beautiful,' he said.
Max flushed, and regarded him for a second. He was wearing only those dark jeans and a white shirt, the two items complimenting his muscular body.
'As much as I love this look on you,' Max started, enticingly, pressing her breasts against the glass, 'I mean, I really love it, but you should definitely lose these clothes right now.' Mark began to quickly unfasten his belt, but he heard Max protest just as fast. 'Hey, slow down,' she stopped him. 'Your shirt first. Let me savor it,' she said.
Following her order, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, one clasp at a time, looking at her all the while with that same desirous gaze. As he reached the end and exposed his naked torso, she instinctively rushed forward to touch it, but all she could touch was the obstacle in the form of the glass wall of the shower cabin which separated them. He looked down at his body, then back at Max, and started to unbuckle his belt, again slowly and teasingly, and eventually revealed himself, holding her gaze throughout.
Max smiled and opened the cabin. 'Come in,' she invited him. Without missing a beat, Mark got in and shut the door behind.
He gently took her face into his hands, and began kissing her softly at first, but soon had to match her impatient intensity, their tongues brushing against one another with more and more fervor. Her hands traveled all over his chest, savoring the way he felt against her skin, and reached back for the shower gel to spread it along his torso, down his arms and around his waist to his back, resuming their heated kiss. Her palms dancing on his skin kept furthering his want, sending that pleasurable and tingling sensation in all directions, until they slid lower and she he gently dragged her nails down his abdomen, undoubtedly teasing him, judging from the grunt with which he responded. And then he felt her tiny hands wrap themselves around his awaiting hardness, eliciting a moan. What a satisfying sound to fill her eardrums with.
The kiss intensified on Mark's part now, his pleasure mounting in a blissful wave. He brought his hands to her breasts, feeling the familiar shape against his palms, and stroked her hardened nipples with his thumbs. 'Mine,' he whispered against her lips, brushing them against her jaw and down to her neck again.
Still moving her hands up and down his length, she smiled widely with her eyes closed and murmured, 'And this is mine.'
His hand wandered off to touch her too in response, feeling her warm wetness on his fingers. 'Mine, too,' he added as he heard her moan slightly. He kneeled to finally feel her with his tongue as well, the familiar taste triggering his excitement. She felt his lips close around her, his warm tongue not omitting any area with those eager strokes, and she soon found it hard to stand still, the pleasure overcoming her, making her knees weak and causing her to have to lean against the glass wall. After a few moments, he felt her pull him up. He smirked and stood up, with Max immediately resuming the pleasurable, petting strokes and their kiss.
'Fuck,' Mark panted between kisses, Max's hand movements becoming faster and irresistible. In his growing passion, he moved his hands up her hips and under her bottom, picked her up, and pinned her to the cool tiled wall, while the hot water was splashing down on them. She entwined her legs around his waist and held onto him tightly by his shoulders, sighing lightly as she felt him slide inside her.
He began to go into her slowly, though hard and as deep as he could, with her gasping with each thrust, and kept her eyes shut. His movements were deliberate, precise, decisive and unrestrained. He was looking at her face so deliciously surrendering to the pleasure, her back being pinioned to the wall, one hand in his hair and tugging on it slightly. 'Faster,' she urged him.
Mark flashed an excited grin and guided her hand to the shower rail. 'Hold onto this then,' he ordered, enticingly cocking his eyebrow. Biting down on her smile, she acquiesced and embraced him by his shoulder with her other arm. Mark propped her up higher for stability and picked up the pace as instructed. He was now slamming into her with more speed and force, perpetually and relentlessly. She found herself at his mercy – he was nowhere near stopping, his voice rough at each enter, his hand hitting the wall with frustration. His ample hardness was tangible against every inch of her tight wall, the shared friction becoming all too overwhelming for the both of them.
Her arms almost ready to give up, she pulled herself up once more, digging her nails into his shoulders, and urged him again, 'Harder,' which only made his movements all the more aggressive, having him groan now. It felt so wonderful to be inside her and so thrilling to hear her demand to be fucked the way she wanted. He kept hiding within her, again and again, his lips caressing the crook of her neck and eliciting those sweet moans from her.
Breathing more and more heavily at the edge of her peak, Max suddenly felt her vision get blurry, her limbs turn cotton-like, and there was a growing whirring in her ears as she came, contracting around him, a delicious warmth spreading down to her core and across all nerves. Almost losing her consciousness, she rested her forehead against his collarbone, her arms and legs letting go of Mark, slumping down all helter-skelter.
Startled, he stopped his thrusts immediately and held her limp body up. 'Oh, hey, hey, Max! Are you okay? Can you hear me?' Having heard no answer, he checked if she was still breathing. 'Oh, thank god,' he murmured as he felt her steady albeit a bit weak breath against his protruded cheek, and opened the shower cabin to let more air in. He waited several minutes for her to collect herself, holding her firmly in his arms and gently stroking her cheeks. He dismissed his unsatisfied excitement and focused entirely on his partner.
Beginning to regain consciousness, Max heard his muffled question, 'Are you alright? Max?'
She let out an astounded little laugh, opening her eyes and looked up at him. 'Yeah,' she replied, beaming at him blissfully, though still quite lightheaded. Feeling pretty proud of himself, Mark began to kiss her slowly now, smiling into the kiss, and she felt pleasurable tingling sensation mixed with pins and needles in her limbs as they returned to their usual state. 'You really did fuck me senseless,' she added, chuckling and sounding breathless.
'I did, didn't I,' he affirmed, a smug smirk painted on his face. 'I've missed you too much,' he said softly.
'I've missed you, too,' she echoed, exhausted, holding onto his chest, resting her head against his collarbone and trying to catch her breath. He held onto her as well, hot water splashing down on them and keeping them warm. A while passed while Max recovered. She looked up at him again and remembered one crucial thing. 'Did you have an, uh… Did you get to come too?' she asked quietly with a little bit of that gorgeous blush of hers.
Mark offered her a soft gaze and brushed off the wet hair from her face. 'Well, uh…no,' he admitted. 'But it's okay, making sure you were alright was more important to me.'
'I am. Let me take care of you now.'
She slid her hands up his chest and reached his face, holding onto it gently, and they joined in slow, deep kisses, meanwhile her one hand wandered off, skimming down his arm, then down his abdomen, until her tiny palm arrived back at his wrapped around his length. She glided it slowly and gingerly at first, getting her partner ready. He pushed her back towards the wall and leaned against it, towering over her with a lustful gaze as her strokes intensified, making him grow in her hand, allowing her to go faster and tighten her grip around him with both hands.
His breathing quickening, Mark somewhat buried his face the crook of her neck and focused on the pleasure, but soon had to break away as it became too powerful. Max observed his passion-stricken features as they kept displaying nothing but delight in response to her petting caresses. She heard him cuss under his breath as another wave of pleasure hit him hard, thus she picked up the pace, eliciting grunts and moans, and didn't stop until she felt his warm release cover her tummy. She surrendered to his kisses now, still moving her hand to prolong his bliss.
They gave into their fatigue and snuggled up nude together in his bed, with Max burying her face into Mark's chest.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Waking up in the morning, Mark had to wait several minutes until he was fully awake, as though he completely forgot what led him to this situation. He didn't want to move as not to wake her up just yet, but he had slept in the same position the whole night and was forced to finally change it, awakening his fiery lover from the previous night.
'Mm, good morning,' Max's sweet voice greeted him, she gently scratching his chest.
'Hi, baby,' he replied, kissing her on her temple. 'We completely passed out.'
'Yeah, we did,' she chuckled lightly. 'How did you sleep?'
'Oh, it was great.' He yawned, his voice sounded so adorably sleepy that Max couldn't help but melt inside. 'Haven't felt so well-rested in a while,' he added, rubbing his eyes. 'How about you?'
'Same.' She looked up at him, smiling, both of them thinking of what had happened the previous night. They had been aching for one another during those few days of separation, their passion having overcome them. Max could feel his morning erection against her abdomen. Still wet, she sneaked her hand down and guided him inside her. He exhaled loudly, slowly beginning to move within her and gripping her thigh for stability.
'Mm. If we keep doing this,' he remarked between gentle thrusts, his words ending in a soft moan, 'we're never getting up.'
'That's the idea,' she replied, moving her hips with him, sighing lightly. She moved her head slightly lower, and began to pleasure his nipple, circling her warm tongue around it, prompting him to move faster, holding tightly onto her, pulling her leg up to feel her deeper and lazily moving within her for several moments, allowing them both to slowly wake up.
After a while, they changed the position, he entering her from behind, holding her leg up and burying his face in the crook of her neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses, his beard lightly scraping against her skin. His thrusts were slow, she could feel the entirety of him sliding in and out, so ample, so full within her. Her moans were calm and let out with each exhale, sweet and slightly high-pitched, making him smile and escalating his pleasure and excitement. His breathing was a bit more uneven than hers, he was humming lightly in a deep timbre straight into her ear, her well spilling further. She felt perfectly wet and slick, so warm and tight, he honestly could just stay there for hours and hours, feeling her like this. And it was indeed what they ended up doing, not caring about what time it was, just enjoying each other's company.
She could feel herself tumble over the edge, the heat within her growing higher and higher until she felt one, calm rush permeating from the sweet spot as he brought her to her peak. She graced him with a lovely cry of passion, pouring out even more and triggering the last stage of his excitement, as the familiar pulsating sensation was surfacing. He didn't speed up his movements, wanting to come in the exact, tranquil manner as she just had. He soon felt ready to burst, and in one sudden moment, everything turned warmer and wetter, their liquids meshing together, and Max sensed a slight twitching, throbbing feeling of his hardness, he swelled just a bit as his release filled her.
'Well, I definitely know what I'm thankful for this whole year,' she giggled, coming up for air.
'Me, too,' he concurred, laughing with her, and gave her an amorous kiss.
'Okay, I'm gonna take a shower,' Max said, getting up. 'These bedsheets are going to need a serious cleanup.'
'I know,' Mark said, smirking at her. 'Go, I'll clean up the mess.'
Consuming meals and watching movies together throughout the morning and afternoon, they eventually dozed off on the sofa, covered with a warm, fuzzy blanket. Max was somewhat sitting astride him and resting in Mark's arms and he held her in a loose embrace, both of them listening to the soft music emerging from her phone, one earphone for each. They awakened after a couple of hours of napping, staying in the same position.
Gently caressing her hair for a few moments, Mark soon took out the earphones from his and Max's ear, shifting her focus to him. She squirmed in his arms and met his eyes in question. 'So I, uh…I bought us– well, you– I bought you something,' Mark started. 'Some accessories, so to speak,' he clarified and gazed tellingly into her eyes, but wasn't quite sure she understood what he meant. 'Come on, I'll show you.' He gently grasped her hand and guided her upstairs to the bedroom.
On the bed, there were lying a couple of different items, hard to discern from afar, but once they approached the bed, Max was able to recognize what it was, even if she hadn't seen it live before. Mark had bought sex toys. Certainly not each of them was going to be used during their "teaching session", but perhaps he just wanted to present all the possibilities to her. In any case, Max felt a hot blush creep up her cheeks and she squeezed Mark's palm tighter in her hand.
'Again,' Mark's soft voice filled her eardrums and his hands cupped her flushed face. 'If you don't want to do it, it's alright, I won't insist. I want you to be comfortable with everything we do. But if you do want it, I can keep my promise and…teach you.'
Max gazed into his eyes, listening intently to his assurances. She felt nothing but safe with him. And yes, the prospect of discovering herself, even in front of him, rang exciting, she couldn't deny it. 'I'm a little nervous, yeah, but…I do want it,' she said. 'I'm sure.'
'Alright. Let me show you what I bought then.'
They sat down at the edge of the bed, now both feeling thrilled. Mark grabbed a pink, sort of wavy device and pushed the button on its top. It was barely audible, but once he eased it into Max's palm, she recognized its purpose.
'A vibrator,' she said, her voice quiet and breaking a little from the slight stress that still lingered. She examined the purring device in her palm. It seemed it had just the right weight and size, as though Mark knew exactly what she needed. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
'Mhm,' Mark affirmed with a warm smile. 'It should definitely help with your tiny issue. And as you've probably noticed, it's very discreet, so you can take it with you to your dorms and no one is going to hear what you're doing.'
She gulped at the thought. 'Right.'
'See, it has intensity regulator right…here.' He pointed to the button right above the "start/stop" button. 'If you'd like, you can try it out on your own at first, I don't have to be here.'
Max nodded and took a deeper breath. 'I think I'd like that, actually.'
'Good. Well, I should leave you to it then.' Mark got up from the bed and cleared out the bed from the rest of the sex toys, putting them away into a nightstand drawer on "his" side of the bed. 'I'm going to wait for you inside my office. Take your time, however long you need.'
His office, which neighbors the bedroom, Max remembered. It was possible he could hear her from there. But did she really have to be embarrassed of that? He'd heard and seen her in many more explicit situations thus far; surely listening to her cries of passion shouldn't intimidate her. And Mark had said it himself, it would be beyond exciting for him to experience that.
'Okay,' she said, getting up from the bed and approaching Mark, still grasping the vibrating device in her hand. She stood on her toes and kissed him gently, flashing a gorgeous smile right after. 'Thank you.'
'You're welcome, babygirl,' he replied softly, brushing the back of his index finger across her blushing cheek. With a smug smirk on his lips and that deep, purring timbre in his voice, he added, 'Enjoy.' And then he left the bedroom, shutting the door behind.
Max turned around and involuntarily squeezed the device harder inside her palm. She switched it off for a moment, walked over towards the bed and set it down on the sheets. She then proceeded with undressing herself, her hands shaking a bit. Once nude, she reached for the vibrator, pulled the covers up, ensconced herself in the comfortable mattress and spread her legs wide.
A little tentatively at first, she was simply brushing her fingertips against her surface, enticing her senses beat by beat, thinking of the things that she considered sexy. Mark. She undressing Mark. Mark talking to her in that soothing voice of his. Mark pleasuring her. Mark's dark brown eyes piercing through her. Mark being inside her. Mark's deep moans. The sound of Mark's orgasm. She now used the other hand to gently caress her skin throughout, sending goosebumps and shivers, fondling her breast as well. Soon, her own arousal covered her fingers, allowing her to slide them back and forth on her wet clit, it swelling soon after along with the rest of her folds. The familiar, tingling sensation was building up stronger with each stroke, until it was time to use the brand new device. She switched it on, applied it to her clit and began to explore.
Oh, Mark had been nothing but right when he'd said it would help. The vibrations sent by the device felt far more intense than her own touch, the warmth was growing higher at a much more rapid pace, yet only prolonging the blissful sensation. Max started to move the device in circles, causing the delicious pleasure to rise up and linger; it stayed at an even level for a couple of minutes, and then rose up further, this time eliciting a moan.
Mark heard that wonderful sound from behind the neighboring wall, seated by his computer desk, his desirous eyes sunk into the image before him – a photograph of Max, her tiny lips wrapped around him, which was a part of their very intimate session. His pants were pulled down and resting on the floor now, his shirt undone, as he was pleasuring himself, just like his girlfriend was doing so to herself inside his bedroom. He made use of her coconut lotion, it provided a smooth, slippery friction, and its scent added to his already heightened senses.
'Mm, oh, Max…' he kept muttering to himself, listening intently her delighted moans, gliding his hand up and down, thinking of her and panting heavily with a big smile on his face.
Max was at the brink of her peak, finally getting to discover what it felt like to be able to achieve that on her own. Obviously, she enjoyed Mark's lips and tongue far better, he was always able to make her see stars with his caresses, but this…this was so exciting and a little bit new, she couldn't deny the fact she felt proud of herself. She slightly picked up the pace, moving the device more vigorously, letting out a moan after a moan, feeling that heat escalate higher and higher, until it burst forward and she felt her thighs tremble and shake as she brought herself to climax.
She turned off the vibrator and rested on the bed, relishing in the bliss and smiling widely with her eyes closed. A few moments later, she heard Mark's soft moan emerging from his office, and her grin only grew wider. She stayed in place for another while and draped covers over her bare body, caressing her skin and waiting for Mark. He joined her not long after, flashing an euphoric smile and gracing her eyes with his naked torso. He also brought the coconut lotion with him, presumably for the upcoming session.
'Hey, you,' she greeted him. 'I take it you enjoyed yourself as well, huh?'
'I may have,' he retorted evasively and cocked an eyebrow, sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning his arm against the mattress. 'But it goes without saying that you definitely did.'
'I did, yeah,' she admitted, mushing her face into the soft pillow to hide the blush on her cheeks. 'You were right.'
'The teacher usually is. And he appreciates diligent students.'
Max giggled. 'I'm diligent?'
'You certainly are,' Mark affirmed. 'Did your homework, prepared for the lesson…now it's time for the labs.'
'Oh?' She raised her eyebrows in question.
'Oh, yes. I'm going to teach you how to perform something more…intense,' he replied with a smirk and readjusted his glasses. 'And I'll just observe the results.'
'You are welcome to do the same, though, Mr. Jefferson,' she teased, playing off of him. 'Should you choose to, of course. I just love seeing you at work.'
'I shall, Miss Caulfield, I shall.'
Biting down on her smile, she shook off the covers and kneeled on the bed in front of him. 'May I help you, sir, relieve yourself from these clothes?'
'For extra credit?'
'So to speak.'
'Well, proceed then.'
Max brought her hands to her professor's bearded cheeks and began to plant kisses on his soft lips, feeling them move against her own, and his hands skim up her back, his fingertips designing goosebumps on her warm skin. She slid her palms lower, down the shoulders and under the fabric, pulling his shirt down, which prompted him to etch his fingers in her hair and pull back, gazing her in the eyes with lust. He gently pushed her back to lie down on the bed and traced a path of wet kisses down to her delicious, still wet folds. He needed to get at least a small taste of her. It was that one tiny thing that had been missing from him in his office.
Mark got up now and towered over his gorgeous student, his eyes roaming over the perfection that was her body, her ivory skin almost melting together with the white sheets of his bed. Her arms were stretched over her head and her legs loosely pressed together, as though to tease him by hiding herself from him. She undoubtedly noticed the excitement bulging out of his pants and bit her bottom lip as she got caught red-handed. Mark then proceeded with removing the rest of his clothing, eventually standing before her in all of his glory. He then kneeled on the floor and pulled her by the ankles closer towards the edge.
'Now, our lesson begins,' he announced with a smug smirk, eliciting a blush and a smile from Max. He brushed his fingertips against her wet clit and then smoothly slid his middle and ring fingers inside her, making her moan in astonishment mixed with pleasure. 'See, I'm moving my fingers against your upper wall, in that little 'come hither' kind of way.' Hearing her delighted moan, he added, 'And that's how I know it's working.'
'Mhm,' Max replied, although it came out more as a whine or a whimper of sorts.
Mark kept maneuvering his fingers in the same manner, purposefully slowing down as soon as he realized her pleasure mounted, and repeated the teasing caresses with a smirk. It drove her insane, but in a way, she loved what he was doing to her, and how smug he appeared throughout. Leaving her at the edge again, he withdrew his fingers from her slick warmth and slid them into his mouth for a moment, once more reveling in the flavor.
'Alright. Now–' He gently took her hand into his and placed it between her thighs. '–try and do the same. I'll help you.'
Max nodded and pulled up a little bit. 'Okay,' she agreed and carefully drove her middle finger inside. Mark's warm, large palm covered her hand and closed around it, navigating her movements slowly, but with a firm conviction.
'Don't be shy about this, move your fingers with me.' Looking back to her with a soft expression on his face, he asked, 'Good?'
'Mhm, yeah,' she murmured, getting used to this new, odd sensation. Her entrance felt more spongy rather than smooth, and it wasn't something she'd anticipated, but the deeper she slid her finger, the less strange the impression rang. Soon, she felt Mark's fingers tenderly push her ring finger to join her middle one, thus she acquiesced, placing her trust in him. Guided steadily by his hand, her fingers were exploring her own depth in search of the sweet spot.
'You'll know when you find it,' he muttered into her ear, the sheer feeling of his lips and breath against her earlobe sent a jolt of excitement down to her core, making her breathe out a moan. It also encouraged her to move her fingers more vigorously, bringing more pleasure to herself. Mark then let go of her hand and reached for the lotion. He squeezed out a fair amount onto his palm and wrapped it around his pending erection, gliding it up and down at a pace that matched her own. He kept sending her an assured smile, and his features were lightly graced with pleasure.
Giving into his want, Mark then pulled up and kneeled low, getting a better view of his girlfriend as she was pleasuring herself before him, finally making his fantasy come to life. He helped her move around, so that now she was fully resting on the bed, with her head sunk into the soft pillows and Mark in front of her, getting off to the sheer sight of her experiencing pleasure. Their eyes roamed over one another's bodies, maneuvering their hands to elicit more bliss.
And that was the moment Max found her sweet spot. 'Oh, god,' she murmured under her breath and continued the rapid strokes.
Mark's pupils dilated and his smile widened. 'Yes, exactly like that. Move your fingers in circles or side to side, I've found you love both techniques,' he advised with a mischievous flash behind his gaze, as though he was proud of himself for holding such valuable knowledge. 'And don't stop.'
She followed his instructions without words, though her response wasn't quiet in the slightest, as she graced him with a delighted, loud moan, her eyes fluttering shut, which only rendered Mark more inclined to move his hand faster. Max focused on the perpetually rising pleasure, relentlessly working her fingers around the sweet spot, hearing Mark's increased breathing and the sound of his palm sliding on the slick surface of his entire length. Arriving almost at the end, she locked eyes with him, her lips parted and letting out unrestrained cries of passion.
Mark sank his stare into this wondrous sight in front of him. The way Max kept driving her fingers into her own warmth, bending and arching them with such a raw passion painted on her delicate face, how he could see the pleasure she felt, how absolutely gorgeous she appeared throughout, all intensified the experience for him. His imagination wasn't as gifted as he'd thought, seeing this happen compared to photographs he'd created inside his mind couldn't compare one bit. Max was simply…too perfect to imitate.
Perhaps that was what brought Max to her peak – the gaze that Mark offered her in that moment. As though she was the most desirable, most beautiful item in the whole universe to him. And of course she was. She felt warmth explode out of her, making her flutter her eyes shut. Mark was now able to witness the fulfillment on his girlfriend's flushed face, accompanied by her lovely, relieved moan. She needed a few good moments to recollect herself, and he just kept staring at her, wonder in his eyes and his arousal mounting higher.
Her ecstatic blue eyes returned to his again, the usually dark brown irises appeared almost entirely black now. She could hear his throaty groans, and knew his climax was just around the corner. Beaming at him with a satisfied smile, she drew patterns from between her breasts and down to her mons to indicate that his race was to finish right there and nowhere else. Her incentive was all the invitation he needed. Devouring her beautiful frame with his lustful gaze, he soon burst forward with that familiar deep moan of his, and his hot seed landed on the predesignated spot, much to both of their contentment.
Mark crawled on top of her, his lips and tongue hungry for hers, even though his want had been satisfied two times over. Max embraced him with all her limbs, her fingers smudging her arousal on his upper back, and she could feel him pressing himself against her abdomen. He kept kissing her with fervor, immersing himself in the moment.
When he eventually broke away, Max brought her palms to his face and stared into those dark brown eyes of his. 'Thank you…for teaching me,' she said quietly, her shyness apparent due to the pink blush on her cheeks.
Mark chuckled and sent her a soft gaze. 'Thank you for letting me observe,' he countered. 'You always look so beautiful when you're aroused and when you come, I can never get enough of that sight.'
She flashed a grin. 'Thanks.'
'You're very welcome, sweetness.' He gave her another wistful, delicate kiss. 'Come on now, a serious cleanup is due. Again.' He broke away from their embrace, got out of bed and took Max in his arms, carrying her bridal style, her gentle giggles accompanying his walk up to the bathroom.