***Sexual content!!***

Chapter thirteen

"Glenn was right, it isn't really all that late," Amy said as they were driving along.

"Oh, I know that, sweetheart. But if we didn't leave now, I wouldn't be able to have any time alone with you before I took you back," Mark said, smiling across at her before turning his attention back to the road.

"Oh," Amy said softly, feeling inordinately pleased that he wanted to be alone with her again. She watched as he drove along and turned down a darkened road that seemed to go on forever and then just end, apparently in the middle of nowhere.

"There," he said as he turned the engine off. "This'll do for now."

"Where are we?" Amy asked, trying to look out of the window but seeing only her own reflection in the glass.

"Just somewhere we can get a little privacy, without Glenn finding us and butting in," Mark said, releasing her seat belt and his own and pulling her unresisting body across the car into his lap. "That's much better." He studied her face, noting that she looked slightly wary. "What's the matter darlin', not getting scared on me all of a sudden are you?"

Amy swallowed before she answered, studying his face where it was so close to hers. "Not really...I just...it's a bit dark out here," she muttered.

Mark frowned. "Are you scared of the dark or me?"

"I'm not sure...the dark I guess. Maybe a bit of you, too," she admitted, chewing her lip.

His thumb came up and pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth, rubbing gently over it where she had bitten it. "Why would you be scared of me darlin'?"

"I can't think straight when I'm close to you...you make me feel out of control," she stuttered, her wide eyes fixed on his.

Mark chuckled. "At least you're honest about it, sweetheart, but that ain't nothing to be scared of. Now tell me why you don't like the dark?"

"He used to lock me in the cellar. The light switch was outside, but even if it had been inside I wouldn't have dared to use it, because he would probably have killed me." Her voice was flat as she said this and her eyes had taken on a faraway look.

"Who, Amy? Who locked you in the cellar?"

His voice made her jump and she stared at him. "Oh, I...er...I shouldn't have said anything."

"Yes you should, it's probably past time that you told someone about this. Why shouldn't it be me?" he asked reasonably, one hand stroking the small tendrils of hair away from her face.

"Because you won't look at me again in the same way, the way you usually look at me," she admitted.

"How do I usually look at you?" he asked her, amused by her response.

"Sort of like...well, like you want to eat me," she said, seeing that same look in his eyes now.

"That's pretty accurate darlin', but all in good time. Tonight we let each other know a few things that other people don't know, how's that?"

She nodded and he sighed when he felt her settle against him, her posture becoming more relaxed. "Okay, sweetheart, how about I go first? I know you must want to hear about my marriage, because if the gossip mongers have already gotten to you then you'll probably have the wrong idea about the whole thing." He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her, his head dropping slightly so he could rest his chin on her hair.

"I met Sara and I fell in love with her pretty damn quick, which I suppose was probably stupid, but that's the way I am. Anyway, I married her and I thought everything was okay and when she got pregnant I felt like my world was complete, you know? Until I found out she was sleeping with someone else, and that the baby was his and not mine. I've got a bad temper, which I'm sure you've heard about, and I went a little crazy, beat the guy up. I don't hurt women, but I wanted to kill her for what she'd done, for betraying me," he confessed and Amy could feel how tense he was.

She looked up at him. "She broke your heart, didn't she?"

"I thought so at the time, but I think I got over it too quickly. I'm not sure I was as in love with her as I thought."

"It was the baby that hurt the most though, wasn't it?" Amy asked, narrowing her eyes.

He looked down at her and gave a small smile. "You see deeper than anyone else has honey. Yeah, it was the baby that hurt the most. I wanted a kid so much...and then to find out it wasn't even mine. You've probably heard that I didn't have much use for women after that, save for one thing. And that was all true, at least for a while. I was hurting and I used people, maybe I even hurt their feelings. I don't know, I didn't bother to find out one way or another, and I guess I feel a bit guilty about that. But Sara took me for a hard ride, one that nearly had me hating all women, at least until you came along. I heard through the grapevine that she stayed with the guy, so I guess that's where she is now and she's probably happy. Although he hasn't got as much money as I have, and she did love money. I guess she found him better in bed than me too, judging by some of the things she said to me at the end. Apparently she only 'suffered me' and she said I was pretty useless even when she was in the mood."

Amy winced, only being able to imagine how much that would hurt a man's ego. "Well, I don't know about the...er...bed part, but I love the way you kiss and your voice...it..." she broke off and swallowed, feeling shy telling him what she liked about him.

"My voice is what?" he prompted, a slight smile curving his lips.

"It's really deep, really, well, sexy. Especially when you make your accent all exaggerated and you sound just like a cowboy out of one of those old films. And then when you keep using endearments when you talk to me like that...it makes me go all weird, sort of shivery. You're the sexiest, most handsome man I've ever met, and I can't imagine anyone wanting your money more than they'd want you," she said, not thinking about her words.

He looked almost amazed, surprised that just the sound of his voice could affect her so deeply. Mind you, he thought, he found her voice stimulating as well. But the thing that struck him the most was that she didn't care about his material possessions. "You wouldn't care if I was dirt poor would you baby?" he asked, his big hand cupping her face.

"It doesn't matter to me what you've got, you're you, that's what I l...er...like," she said softly.

He wondered if she had been about to say something else but he didn't want to push her just yet, and besides, he wanted to learn about her. "Come on, I've told you about the bad stuff that happened to me, now it's your turn. And honey, I ain't gonna look at you any differently, not ever." He looked at her tense, almost frightened, expression and pulled her face into his chest, letting her talk to him without having to look at him, knowing that this would be better for her.

"I don't remember when it started, because it's all I ever remembered from when we were with my father. He used to beat my mum up and when he couldn't hit her anymore because she was unconscious or bleeding too badly, he would start on me. I was in and out of hospital so many times when I was little, but no-one ever seemed to realise that he was doing it. I suppose he must have been a convincing liar, although I can't ever remember him speaking, not to anyone. It's weird, but I have memories of his mouth moving, but I can't remember his voice, his talking voice I mean. I can hear how he sounded when he went mad and shouted, but I can't ever remember hearing him talking calmly, just talking..." she tailed off and he heard her swallow. "There's not an awful lot to tell. He just kept beating on us until Vince came and got us out of there."

"What about the cellar?" Mark asked, trying to keep his voice calm because right now he wanted to go back in time and kill the son of a bitch who had been her father.

"He used to lock me in there when I was bad," she said and shrugged.

"When you were bad? What did you do?"

"Spilled a drink or knocked something over. I broke a glass once when he hit me and I stumbled into the table, so he locked me in the cellar for the whole night. That happened quite a lot. Christmas time and birthdays were the worst, in a way. My mum always bought me a present, but he always broke whatever she got right in front of me. The last Christmas I actually remember with him he made me sit in the corner while they ate their dinner, I wasn't allowed to have any, I can't remember why. I know I was hungry a lot back then, maybe that's why I'm so short, because I didn't get enough nourishment." She looked up at him briefly and then snuggled back against him, feeling safe. "But it's over now, isn't it? Vince saved us, he really did. But my mum never got over it, never really went back to being the person Vince has told me so much about. I used to feel jealous whenever I saw a film at Christmas of people having a family dinner and celebration. I've never had that, as far as I can recall. Mum had to get whatever work she could to support us, and that often meant working on all the holidays as the pay was better then. Mostly a neighbour would watch out for me if she wasn't there, and there wasn't any spare money once all the bills were paid for presents. Not that I blame her for that," she said quickly, frowning. "She did what she had to do and I would have done the same I suppose. I've felt sort of bad since she's been gone, because she didn't protect me. But when I look back she was usually too badly hurt to help me out. I don't really understand, even now, why she didn't leave him. I would never stay with someone who could hurt me or my child like that," she said fiercely, her frown deepening. She shrugged. "She must have loved him a lot. Anyway, Vince often called us to make sure we were okay and she always told him we were, even if we barely had enough money for food that week." She took a deep shuddering sigh, feeling an intense sense of relief to be unburdening herself of all the pain of her past. "Although she wasn't there very much, when she died I felt so alone, but I knew I had Vince and Linda in the background if I ever needed them. I just didn't think I ever would," she said, her voice quiet.

"And you came here because you needed them? Because you lost your job?" Mark prompted when she remained silent for a minute.

"Sort of. My boss tried to touch me, he cornered me in his office and...well...he made some threats and stuff, but Vince said it would all be okay." She moved away from his chest again and looked up at him. "It will be okay won't it?"

"Honey, if Vince said it would be okay, then it will be," he said, keeping his expression carefully neutral so he didn't give away the fact that he didn't know about her boss. He intended to ask Vince all about it when he took her home that night. "You know you belong to all of us at the federation now, and there ain't one of us gonna let anything happen to you, especially me." He dropped a kiss on her forehead and then hugged her fiercely, his frown deep as he thought about what she had told him. "I'm so sorry for what happened to you, sweetheart, but you can believe me when I say nothing like that will ever happen again."

"I'm sorry, too, about your wife," Amy said in return and she felt his chest rise and fall on a deep sigh. "She needs to have her head tested, not wanting you. You're a hunk."

Mark chuckled. "You know something? For the first time I'm glad she didn't want me, because now I get to hold you, and that's worth everything that's happened sweetheart."

Amy snuggled closer to him and hugged him tighter. "I'm so glad I met you."

"I can say the same, honey. I think we've both laid some ghosts to rest tonight, and it's probably about time. Now let's do what I've been wanting to do for ages," he murmured, nudging her head away from him so he could cover her mouth with his.

She gave in instantly, her lips parting so she could welcome his tongue inside, her own tangling with it. A soft moan of pleasure worked it's way out of her throat as he crushed her against him, his kiss becoming deeper and more passionate as she clung to him with complete trust. His hands slid up her back and gently unfastened her bra without her even being aware of it and he moved one hand underneath her top so he could search out her soft skin. Amy didn't even protest once, she was so eager for him to touch her, and it sparked off a deep emotion in him that had him drawing his head back and staring down at her with glittering eyes. "Do you have any idea how easy it would be to just lay you down right here and make love to you?"

She managed to open her eyes and simply nodded, biting her lip and staring at his mouth where it was hovering so close to her own.

"Do you want it again?" he asked, his voice husky and his lips curving into a smile when she nodded again. "And if I wanted to make love to you, right now, would you let me?"

"I'd let you," she whispered, raising her gaze from his mouth to his eyes.

"Without any promises of forever after or anything like that?" he prompted her, raising both eyebrows.

"After the way your wife treated you I wouldn't expect that. But it'd be okay, I wouldn't mind," she said, and he studied her carefully, seeing the slight indecision that she couldn't hide.

"Hmm. I think you'd like me to make love to you, honey, but I think your conscience would beat you to death afterwards and I ain't gonna do that to you. Besides, I have a conscience too, you know. Some women I could do that to with a clear conscience, but not you." He gave her a brief kiss and then put her gently back in her own seat. "That being the case, we're going home, right now."

"Now? But..." she started, but he reached across her and fastened her seat belt, pinning her against the seat and stopping her words.

"No buts young lady, I'm taking you home," he said, his eyes a mere inch away from hers, "before I do something you'll regret!"

"But I wouldn't..." she tried again, not wanting to end their closeness. This time he kissed her to shut her up.

"I said no buts," he growled at her, nipping her bottom lip gently and smiling before he moved away and started the car.

Amy tried to smile back but found that she couldn't. Why had he stopped so suddenly? she wondered. There was only one reason she could think of and that was because of what she had told him about her past. She turned her head away and looked out of the window as he drove them back to Vince's house, but her eyes weren't seeing the dark scenery going by. She couldn't believe how much it was hurting her that he had stopped, especially when she had been so willing. Even though he had said that he wouldn't look at her any differently after what she had revealed, he had. He must find her disgusting, she decided, and her eyes filled with weak tears that she tried to dash quickly away before they got home. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop crying and eventually, when they pulled up in front of the house, Mark noticed.

"Amy? What's wrong honey?" he asked her softly, his face a picture of surprise when he saw the tears streaming from her eyes. He hadn't had any idea she was even upset.

"I..." she tried, but she couldn't find the words. "Nothing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't...I shouldn't have told you...I ruined everything!" she said and quickly got out of the car and ran into the house. Her movements were so quick that Mark hadn't even taken his seat belt off when the front door slammed behind her.

"What the hell...?" he said to himself and got out of the car to follow her. He knocked on the front door and waited for what seemed like forever before a very angry looking Vince threw the door open and glared at him.

"What did you do to her?" Vince snapped, his teeth gritted in genuine fury.

"I didn't do anything," Mark defended himself, looking shocked. He ran a hand through his hair and tried not to look as puzzled as he felt. "She was fine, then we drove home...I don't get it."

Vince lost some of the stiffness from his posture and stared at Mark, pursing his lips. "What happened on the way home to make her that upset then?"

"Hell if I know! We talked about our past and I thought we were getting on okay. Hell, I even stopped myself from having sex with her right there in the car because I actually have a lot of respect for the girl..." he tailed off and shot a wary look at Vince. "That..er..that didn't come out quite how it should have."

Vince actually gave a slight smile. "Don't worry about it, at least the word respect was in there somewhere. So that was all?"

"Yeah, except now she's crying her eyes out and I have no idea why!"

"Oh come on! You must have said something, or done something to upset her. Think!" Vince said, starting to get more impatient. "Did she say anything?"

"She said she was sorry and that..." Mark broke off and hit himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand. "Christ I'm dumb. She thinks I'm looking at her differently!"

Vince frowned. "What? What does that mean?"

"She told me about her dad, but she didn't want to at first. She said I'd look at her differently when I knew the whole story. She must think that's why I didn't...er...you know..." he looked uncomfortable and Vince relented a little.

"I get it, you don't have to paint me a picture. Well, go on, get up there and explain it to her," he said, motioning Mark past him.

"Firstly, I want to ask you what she was going on about earlier, something about her boss?" Mark asked, eager to find out the truth.

Vince told him all about the man and what he had been doing and Mark found himself getting angry, swallowing the emotion with some difficulty. Vince nodded and gave a smile. "At least she has us on her side now, doesn't she? He won't get anywhere near her, if he even has the brains to try and find her again! Now go on, get up there." He grabbed Mark's arm as he walked past. "And do a good job of it, I don't want her any more upset than she already is, got it?"

Mark nodded and then narrowed his eyes. "How long have I got before you send in the army to remove me?"

"Count yourself lucky that I'm not in too bad a mood. I'm going to bed myself so I won't be timing you. Her room is the last one on the right. Feel free to stay the night, the guest room is opposite Amy's room, and that's where I expect to find you in the morning." Vince stared at the younger man and then smiled knowingly. "On your own."

"Dammit, I was hoping you wouldn't say that!"
"You may be out on your ear after ten seconds if she won't listen, so don't count your chickens. Goodnight," Vince said and disappeared into one of the downstairs rooms.

Mark watched him go and then made his way up the stairs to Amy's room. He stopped outside the door and listened, hearing small muffled sounds coming from inside. Great, she was still crying. This definitely wasn't going to be easy, he thought, and he turned the handle, not bothering to knock and give her an excuse to tell him where to go.

Amy was sitting in the middle of the bed with her face pressed into a pillow which she was hugging to her chest, and her head jerked up when she heard the door open, her eyes widening with shock when she saw Mark standing there.

Mark didn't give her a chance to say anything or get up from the bed, he slammed the door behind him and then strode straight over to the bed, picking her up and settling her on his lap once he had sat down. She struggled slightly against him, but he held her easily and just pulled her head to his chest, one big hand stroking her hair as he held her. "Want to tell me what that was all about?" he asked, his voice quiet.

Amy shook her head and relaxed against him, her head tucked under his chin so she didn't see his mouth form a thin line as he let a bit of irritation flow through him. "I ain't leaving until you do, so you might as well get started. Then I can decide whether I should be angry and whether or not you deserve to get your ass whipped!"

His words made Amy jerk her head back and stared up at him, surprised that he sounded angry when he was holding her so gently. "You wouldn't..."

"Hell, yes I would, little girl, so I suggest you tell me what had you so upset you decided to run away from me like I'd done something wrong!"

"You didn't do anything...it's not your fault..." she stammered and then fell back against his chest, hiding her face from him.

"What's not my fault?" he prompted, hugging her against him.

"That you think I'm disgusting, that you don't want to touch me," she said, her voice so quiet he could barely hear her.

"Disgusting? Why the hell would I think you're disgusting?" he said, his voice a deep growl.

"Because of what I told you," she said, sounding resigned.

"I don't think you're disgusting. Hell, if I thought that I wouldn't even be in here right now, would I?"

Amy frowned as she thought about that. "I guess not. But you stopped...in the car."

"You guess not. So that's what this is all about? You think I don't want to touch you?" Amy nodded and he rolled his eyes. "Lord, give me strength. You want to know why I stopped touching you?" he asked, his face taking on stern lines as he stared down at her. He watched as she nodded again and then he took her hand and put it squarely in his groin, spreading her fingers over the large swollen ridge of hard flesh there. "That's why." he muttered gruffly, still holding her hand against him as she tried to pull it away. He scanned her eyes for any hint of understanding, but she looked hopelessly confused and he found himself chuckling. "You have no idea what I'm on about do you?" He let her pull her hand away finally and then he dropped a small kiss on her nose, glad to see that she didn't look miserable any more.

"You turn me on so quick and so hard, that if I actually made love to you while I was in that desperate a condition, I'd hurt you. I'd rather chew my own arm off than do that, so when we do make love, I'm going to try and be a bit calmer, if that's at all possible," he said, his eyes twinkling as her face became redder. "Does that sound like the reaction of someone who finds you disgusting?"

Amy shook her head and then looked down at what she had so recently been touching. "Isn't it always like that then?" she asked him, her eyes huge.

Mark burst out laughing, laying back on the bed and pulling her so she was laying next to him. "No, it isn't. God, your sex education is sadly lacking. Maybe I should just go ahead and strip off so you can get a good look!" He looked at her and was surprised to find she didn't look appalled at that thought, but rather looked almost hopeful. "Do you want me to?"

"I...er...no, Vince..." she tried to explain, her words halting because she could almost picture him naked, lack of education or not.

Mark raised his eyebrows and grinned. "You do have a lock on your door, and Vince has gone to bed. How about it? I think I can restrain myself if you can!" He was only half joking.

She bit her lip as she seriously thought about it. "We shouldn't."

"But you want to, don't you? You want me to strip off and let you do whatever you like with me, don't you?" he asked, leaning up on one elbow so his face was hovering just over hers, his mouth an inch away from her own. "Go ahead and admit it. You want to see me naked!"

"Yes, I do," she whispered, just before his mouth came down and pressed her lips apart, his tongue shooting into her mouth and tangling with her own whilst one of his hands speared into her hair and turned her head at the right angle. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and then scraped his teeth across it, releasing it only to nip at her lips. When he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at her, he saw her staring back at him through misty eyes, the longing obvious to see.

"This is really stupid, you know that? I feel like a goddamn teenager again, creeping about behind the parents backs. If I take my clothes off and show you what it is you want to see, do you honestly think I'll be able to stop myself from using it?" Mark asked her, his lips curving upwards in amusement.

"I guess not," she whispered.

"You guess not. You keep saying that. The question is, do you still want me to?"

"Yes."

Mark swallowed and thought about it for all of five seconds. This is really stupid, Calloway, he thought to himself, but all the same he sat up and started pulling his shirt off.

Amy watched wide-eyed as he revealed his upper body to her gaze, moving quickly on to his belt and then the zip on his trousers. He glanced up briefly and gave a wry smile at her fascinated stare. "You'd better go and lock that door, sweetheart."

Amy jumped up and did as he told her, turning back to him to find him standing next to the bed now, wearing only his boxer shorts. She tried not stare at how perfect he was, but she couldn't help it, he was gorgeous. His huge arms with their multitude of tattoos excited her for some strange reason, as did his height and pretty much everything else about him too. His presence filled the room, making people notice him wherever he went. Her cheeks flamed when his hands moved to the waist of the shorts and he slowly started to pull them down. "You still sure about this?" he asked her, his movement stopping as he looked at her.

"I...no," she mumbled, looking acutely embarrassed.

Mark moved towards her and framed her face in his hands, bending to softly kiss her. "If you don't want me to get naked, honey, then I won't."

Amy gulped and stared at the huge expanse of flesh in front of her face, her hands reaching out and smoothing across his enormous chest, running through the red hair there and relishing the feel of his warmth. "It's not...I do want to see you...it's just a bit..."

"New?" he put in, smiling lopsidedly as her hands made his body harden uncomfortably.

"Yes," she said, her eyes on his torso and not on his face. She rubbed across his nipple as she had done before and he tensed, his arms shooting out and landing on the door frame above her head, balancing him as he let her continue to explore him. "Is this okay?" she asked unsteadily as she ran her hands over his stomach and felt the muscles there clench.

"This is more than okay, believe me. It's killing me," he growled as her hands ran dangerously low across his abdomen.

She stilled and looked up at him. "It hurts?"

"It's complete torture, but don't you damn well stop," he said, moving her hands on him again so she would get the message and carry on. She obliged eagerly, exploring all the solid muscle of him and tugging on the tiny line of hair below his belly button before sliding her arms under his and pressing herself against him. Her hands explored his back now and ran up and down his sides, making him tense over and over again. He hadn't been this responsive to such innocent play since he was a teenager, he thought as he felt his legs shaking.

"I think I'd better lay down," he said, walking backwards across the room until he could fall on the bed and take her down with him. "That's better, I didn't think my legs would hold me up much longer!" He looked at her confused expression and chuckled. "You're too much, you know that? Didn't anyone ever tell you that it makes your legs weak?"

"It does? Well, no, I didn't know that." She gave a small smile. "I made your legs weak?"

"Yeah, you sure did. Want to make them even weaker?" he asked her, grinning wickedly.

"How?" she asked, looking all too eager to try.

"Well, you could start by moving your hands just a bit lower, that would pretty much be guaranteed to do it," he said, not thinking there was any way she would actually do it. His breath left him in a rush when she did as he suggested and brushed her hands over the front of his shorts. "Christ!"

She looked at his tense face and decided to touch him again and watch his reaction this time, just to be sure he was okay with it all. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, then let her hands fall on him again, her fingers testing the shape of him under the thin material. Apart from his jaw clenching and his eyes screwing closed, he didn't look as if it hurt, she thought, and gave a gentle squeeze. He gasped in a breath and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry..." she began, thinking she had hurt him. She tried to pull her hand away but he pressed it harder against his violently aroused flesh.

"No," he said, his eyes snapping open and staring into hers. "Let me show you," he said, his voice deeper than she had heard it. He moved her hand and showed her how to touch him, how much pressure to use, until finally she got the hang of it and gently stroked him.

"I want...can you...can I take them off?" she asked hesitantly, getting braver by the second as she was doing things she had never before imagined.

Mark closed his eyes and prayed for more strength. "You can do whatever you want honey, feel free."

"Really?"

"Really. Go ahead, I ain't gonna stop you," he invited, holding his arms out and laying there like a sacrificial victim, smiling as she started looking less tense, although her face was an interesting shade of red. "Scarlet," he whispered, stroking one finger down her face before flinging his arm back on the bed again.

Amy almost chewed through her lip as her hand went to the waist of the shorts and tugged them slowly down his hips. The elasticated edge got caught on the huge bulge of his arousal and he chuckled, twisting his hips to help her. Finally she freed him and her eyes grew enormous as she stared at a naked man for the first time. Her mouth formed a soundless 'o' as she stared and Mark started to feel slightly uncomfortable, not being the one in control for the first time in his life. He watched her reaction and felt a rush of emotion clench his stomach as he thought about sinking into her innocent young body, and he hardened even more under her fascinated gaze.

"Is that normal?" she asked, reaching out and touching him again, intrigued by how soft the taut skin felt under her fingertips.

"Oh, yeah, that's very normal," he muttered, wondering how he was going to survive this.

"But it's huge!" she said and then covered her mouth when she realised what she had said.

Mark burst out laughing and pulled her over on top of him, hugging her pliant body to his chest. "God, you make me feel young, sweetheart. Give me your mouth," he said, nudging her face up so he could take her mouth, kissing her deeply whilst he allowed his hands to roam over her curves. He moved his fingers to her hair and started to release it, stroking the long, thick tendrils down over her shoulders, relishing the silky feel of it.

Amy felt him pull her top up and deftly take her arms out of it so it was left hanging around her neck, but she couldn't find the will to protest. She wanted to feel her naked skin pressed on his, and she lifted up when he began removing her bra so she could make it easier for him.

Mark stopped the kiss and suddenly sat up, staring at the beautiful curves he had uncovered, getting his first look of her breasts without any cloth in the way. He sucked in a sharp breath at how perfect she was, the skin creamy and smooth and the nipples small, dusky rose against the alabaster canvas of her skin. And they were real, he mused, more used to seeing the globes of a silicone enhanced chest. These were round and smooth and perfect all on their own. His fingers traced the faint freckles on her chest and he smiled, moving his hands and cupping her gently, feeling her tremble under the unfamiliar touch, although she didn't fight it. He pulled her top all the way off and flicked the pendant he had given her, letting it rest in the valley between her breasts, then he manoeuvred them until she was the one laying on her back and he was looming over her, his head dipping so he could tease one taut nipple with his tongue, using his beard and his teeth to get a response out of her. He had no trouble at all, she was incredibly responsive to even his slightest touch.

She felt a heat well up in the pit of her stomach and work it's way out down all her nerve-endings until she was writhing underneath him, her nails biting into his back as he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked, before turning his attention to the other one. She had never felt such sensations and she couldn't even speak, her voice gone as her breath gasped out of her mouth each time he drew on her flesh. He ran a hand down her stomach and caressed each inch of skin, his mouth following until he got to her jeans.

Amy watched helplessly as he undid the button and then pulled the zipper down, slowly pulling the material down over her hips and revealing her simple underwear to his gaze.

"Nice," he murmured, admiring the white cotton that only accentuated what he so wanted to uncover. He nipped at the skin just below her belly button and she moaned softly at the wave of feeling it sent through her, earning herself another nip.

Mark ran his fingers over her mound, letting them drift down over the moistness that was gathering underneath the cotton. She was aroused, that was easy for him to see and he hooked one finger underneath the elastic and tugged them down and off, throwing them on the floor together with her jeans. He gazed down at the pink softness he had uncovered, his fingers running slowly through the dark auburn curls until he could stroke open the moist petals. He felt her jump slightly at the contact and her legs attempted to close, but he wedged himself between them to stop her.

"No, honey, don't cover yourself. You are truly a work of art and I want to touch you in the same way you were touching me," he said, looking up her trembling body into her shocked eyes. "You gonna let me?"

Amy tried to speak and couldn't. She nodded her head and watched as he grinned wickedly at her and then lowered his head, shocking the life out of her by actually using his tongue to taste her there, something she wasn't even aware that people did! She made a faint attempt to protest what he was doing but then she groaned and her head flopped back when he ran his tongue up and down the moist opening, finding the small, violently sensitive nub and caressing it softly.

The violent trembling of her legs and her abandoned response urged him on and he slowly slipped a thick finger inside her, moving it gently as he felt how new this was to her. She was so incredibly tight that he doubted he would be able to get himself inside her at all.

Amy almost came up off the bed when she felt his finger invade her, the feeling alien for a few seconds and then incredibly pleasurable as he moved it gently in and out of her. She lost any will to stop him and just lay there letting him do whatever he liked, faintly scared at the strong feelings that were shooting through her.

Mark reluctantly stopped licking at her soft flesh and looked up at her as he added another finger to the first and stretched the elastic flesh he so wanted to sink into, he could feel the barrier of her virginity and he felt his body swell even more at the thought that he would eventually be the one to take it. He watched as she bit her lip and screwed her eyes closed, her hips moving up towards him, and he started moving his fingers rhythmically in and out of her entrance until he felt the first signs of her tightening around the digits. She was gasping for breath and looked terrified of what was about to happen and her eyes opened and looked down into his.

"Don't panic, baby, just let it happen. Cum for me," he said gently. He moved his thumb up to rub over the distended nub and smiled as she whimpered and the first orgasm she had ever experienced ripped through her body, her juices flooding over his fingers as her body convulsed. As soon as her muscles unclenched a little bit he withdrew his hand and kissed the insides of her thighs, moving up to cover her body and kiss her trembling mouth.

She returned the kiss with more enthusiasm than skill, but still she made him groan as his unfulfilled body jerked against her. He drew back to take a breath and stroked her hair out of her face. "Okay?"