Amy was still trying to get her breath back when he grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them over her head, his face lowering so he could kiss her, playfully nipping at her lips and licking at the seam of them until she opened for him, allowing a deeper possession.
The kiss he gave her was so arousing that she went under with barely any thought at all, groaning under the pressure of his body as he lowered his weight carefully onto her. She opened her legs as he inserted his knee between them and made room to settle himself against her, moving his free hand to slip beneath her hips and tilt her up into him. She became briefly lucid at the incredible intimacy of it, but he had found the sensitive skin of her throat and was nibbling at it contentedly, making her writhe underneath him.
She didn't feel him let go of her wrists, but she definitely felt it when he lifted one of her firm breasts up to his face, licking at the hard bud of her nipple and then sucking it deeply into his mouth, feeling her arch under him and moan in pleasure. He nipped at the hard flesh in his pleasure and then turned to her other breast, treating it to same drugging caress, making a meal of her pretty pink body. He looked down at the sensual feast before him, enjoying the sight of her breasts flushed and the nipples hard and reddened from his ministrations. His mouth worked down her torso, finding anything that made her squirm and concentrating on it, learning what she liked and memorising it for later use. When he finally got to the juncture of her thighs, she was shaking like a leaf, wanting him to end the torture. He grinned and blew across the patch of auburn curls, making her tense, her hips rising unconsciously towards him. He obliged happily, using his tongue to part the slick petals and tasting the juices that flowed from her. Alternately using the tip of his tongue and the flat of his tongue, he found the sensitive bundle of nerves and teased her, taking his time. Every now and then he would push his tongue inside her, testing how far gone she was and then returning to torment the hard nub that was almost too sensitive to touch by now. Every time she was on the edge he would ease off, laying soft gentling kisses on her thighs until she calmed down enough for him to continue. His thumbs held her open for his ministrations and he used his lips to pull on the distended nub, sucking at her, hearing her almost scream at the intense sensations this caused. He smiled at the sound of her pleading with him, her voice a mere whimper as he tortured her until he couldn't stand it anymore himself, and he pulled himself back up her body to plunder her mouth, nudging her lips apart and plunging his tongue deep inside, the taste of both of them mingling. He broke off and stared down into her eyes, stroking the hair back from her moist forehead whilst he used one hand to guide himself against her softness, feeling her tense helplessly even as he probed as gently as he could.
He dropped some small distracting kisses on her mouth and let himself start to enter her, stopping only when he felt the barrier that he knew he would have to break. He stroked her face again, smiling softly even though he felt tense. "It will only hurt for a second, okay? But it will be so good after, sweetheart. Trust me?"
Amy bit her lip and nodded, already feeling the slight discomfort just from him pressing against her, but she was still aroused and she still wanted to continue. She watched as he nodded and then closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he pushed his hips forward suddenly and broke through, making her stiffen and try to get away from him at the sudden knifing pain that shot through her. She sobbed, feeling as if he had set fire to her abdomen, the pain more than she had imagined it would be, his flesh an uncomfortable and very large alien body inside her. "No, I can't...." she said, pushing at his shoulders, whimpering when he kept pushing relentlessly to try and get his length inside her. "Nooo......stop....it hurts!"
Mark's face creased up in combined anguish and pleasure as he felt her tight flesh envelop him slowly, for a split second not knowing whether to pull back or continue. The sudden ease of his passage made his mind up for him and he continued, even as he saw the pain it was causing her. "Shh, shh, honey, it will pass," he whispered soothingly, hoping he was right. He had never in his life been with a virgin, and he hadn't known that it could possibly hurt anyone this much, although he was aware that he was well endowed. She was obviously as small as he was big. The realisation of the pain he was putting her through made him feel like a prize asshole, even if the intense pleasure of being inside her made him unwilling to withdraw. He stilled once he was fully sheathed, his hands soothingly stroking her hips and thighs, his mouth dropping to gently kiss her, deepening it slowly as she began to relax under him. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, baby," he crooned, placing soothing kisses on her face, over her closed eyelids to sip away the tears and down to her neck where the pulse beat frantically.
When she was still and she wasn't shaking quite so much, he moved his hips experimentally from side to side, watching the pleasure from the movement skitter across her face. One hand dropped to her stomach and rubbed tenderly over it, his nose rubbing against hers at the same time. "Okay now?"
She nodded jerkily, stunned by the feeling of being joined to him, arching her hips delicately to make it feel even better, a sense of fullness she had never had before. Mark gritted his teeth as she did so and slowly started moving, lifting her hips and curling them into his, showing her how to move to heighten the sensations.
"You are so beautiful, you feel so good," he whispered to her as he relished the feel of her flesh holding him snugly inside her. "So tight," he continued, moving his hips steadily. "Lift up slightly, yes...ah, like that," he murmured, his hands teaching her. "Touch me," he ordered, smiling encouragingly as she started exploring his body. She did everything he told her to and then it came naturally, her body taking over all her movements in it's search for pleasure. And he gave it to her, so suddenly that she had almost no idea it was about to happen. The world exploded behind her tightly shut eyes and she cried out as the pleasure bordered on insanity. She had expected him to stop, but he had new reserves of endurance having already taken the edge off his hunger, and he kept on moving. His hands caressed her thighs, running to the inside of them and pushing them back towards the mattress, opening her wider to him so he could sink deeper into her. He felt her jerk and shudder when he sank into her again, pulling out until just the tip of him was still joined to her and then pushing back again. It wasn't deep enough and he lifted her legs, pressing them towards her chest, his eyes taking in her every expression so he would know instantly if he was hurting her.
Amy felt him surge even deeper inside her and cried out at the sharp stabs of pleasure he caused every time he thrust inside her, his movements speeding up slightly now. One of his hands went under her and his fingers cradled her backside, holding her body up for his thrusts. The pleasure intensified for her as he angled her so he touched a particularly sensitive spot inside and she clenched her teeth as he tormented and teased her, keeping her bordering once again just on the edge of climax. He lengthened his strokes again, pulling almost right out and then snapping his hips almost violently back in, piercing right up to her cervix, the tightness of her passage making him rough in his passion-fogged desperation to make this last as long as he could while paradoxically wanting to cum. She felt him suddenly shove a pillow underneath her to keep her hips tilted up enough for him, but he never even slowed his movements, keeping up the same pace.
His hand ran down her stomach and through the nest of curls, his thumb finding her swollen nub and pressing down on it, rubbing in rough circles, using his hips to thrust a last few times, getting as deep as he could.
"Oh God, Mark, please...I can't..." Amy gasped out, the feelings running through her almost painful in their intensity. "It's too much....it's too....I can't...."
"Yes you can sweetheart, let it happen," he said roughly, urging her on with a rough twist of his hips, his eyes frankly fascinated through his own fierce pleasure. Amy's hips lifted up and her body set in a rigid arch as she had an even more explosive orgasm than before, soft cries of fulfilment pulsing out of her throat, faintly hearing him join her in that sweet oblivion.
Mark squeezed his eyes shut, the image of her at the peak of her pleasure burned into his consciousness and sending him off on his own spiral. He roared as the tension snapped suddenly and then sent him free falling through space for only a few precious seconds.
Amy briefly lost consciousness, her arms falling from his shoulders and thudding lifelessly onto the mattress as she came down from the incredible high.
After a few ragged breaths Mark managed enough strength to finally lift his head, then he went into a panic when he noticed she had passed out. His senses came crashing down on him when he realised how he had just taken her, and that she had been totally innocent. "Amy? Amy! Fuck!" He patted her cheek helplessly and loomed over her, saying her name over and over again until she opened her eyes and looked at him dazedly.
"Oh my," she whispered, feeling her face heat as she thought about what had just happened. She frowned when she saw how worried he looked.
"Are you alright?" he asked her hesitantly, his eyes glittering with guilt. "I was so rough with you, I didn't even realise...."
"I'm fine, I think," she murmured, still feeling small eddies of pleasure coursing through her relaxed body.
"I had no right to take you like that," he continued, his hands running up and down her sides and arms, seemingly making sure she was in one piece. "I lost my head."
"Isn't that what it's normally like then?" she asked him, wondering what he had done that was so awful. Everything had felt amazing to her, although it was all a bit embarrassing when she thought of all the details.
He chuckled helplessly and leaned his forehead on hers, taking a deep breath. "No, darlin', that ain't what it's supposed to be like your first time." He looked deep into her eyes as he slowly started to withdraw from her body, seeing her tense and then wince when he drew back and he nodded knowingly. "And that's why," he murmured, sitting back on his heels and looking down at her sprawled body. He swore softly under his breath when he saw the blood on her thighs and the small patch on the bed.
She followed his troubled gaze and bit her lip, trying to close her legs against his stare. But he wouldn't let her.
"Stay just like that, I'll be back in a second," he said, walking naked and unashamed into his bathroom. She heard water running and he came back with a washcloth, kneeling back on the bed and starting to clean her up. She squirmed as he did so, feeling more exposed now than she had when they had been making love, but he stilled and looked at her, smiling gently.
"Keep still, this won't take a second. And stop trying to cover yourself up. You're mine now, there's not one part of you that you should hide from me, okay?"
She swallowed and nodded, her heart doing flip-flops in her chest at his possessive attitude, and she lay back and let him tend to her. His fingers opened her gently so he could swipe the cloth tenderly over her sore flesh, cleaning away all evidence that she had just given herself to a man for the first time. She jumped when he bent and kissed her inner thighs when he had finished, but he got up immediately and took the cloth back in the bathroom. She could hear the sounds of him washing himself off too, obviously she had got blood on him.
When he returned he sat back against the headboard and pulled her to his chest, kissing her lips softly and wrapping her into his embrace.
"It's normal isn't it?" she asked, referring to the blood.
"I hope so," he replied, still looking troubled because he felt he had pushed too deep inside her at the last. "It seems to have stopped anyway, so it was probably just from...you know..." he cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable and she couldn't help smiling.
"You're not embarrassed are you?" she teased, surprised at her capability to speak to him so casually after what they'd just done.
Mark stared down at her and raised one eyebrow, grinning. "Maybe a bit." He sobered almost instantly and rubbed her arms where he was holding her. "I'll never be that rough again. I did things...hell, I shouldn't have lost it like that! I hurt you!"
Amy shook her head. "No you didn't, well, maybe a bit at first. I sort of expected that though. But you must know I enjoyed it," she said quietly, shy of talking about it just yet.
"Yeah, I guess so. Well, you enjoyed it twice, actually, if we're being honest about it," he said, grinning proudly. "And quite loudly too. It's just as well we're all alone here!"
She buried her face in his chest and groaned. "Oh, stop talking about it!"
"Would you rather we did it again then?" he asked, bending to lick at her shoulder. "I know I would, but I have a feeling you won't be able to for a couple of days." He lifted his head and his eyes held hers for a long moment. "More's the pity," he said softly.
"I might be able to," she whispered, her eyes full of emotion as she stared at him.
"You're too sore, and I ain't gonna hurt you again for anything in the world. I want to make sure you enjoy it," he said by way of explanation, looking guilty. "I don't want you to suffer me just because I'm horny."
Amy lifted a hand and placed it against his cheek, stroking his face lovingly. "I'd enjoy anything you did to me," she said, snuggling against him. "What....what Sara said to you...she was so wrong."
Mark gaped at her, amazed that this one woman could see through everything he said, to the past hurts that lay inside him, easing them with just a few words. He smiled cynically. "Are you sure? How would you know, honey, you have nothing to compare me to."
"I know what my own body is telling me, I know what I felt." She swallowed and blushed, her voice becoming quieter. "I know I want to do it again. If you were useless at it, like she said, then I wouldn't would I?"
He lifted his hand and drew her chin up, staring deep into her eyes. "You are one of a kind, darlin', you know that?" he murmured before moving in and kissing her again, letting his emotions flow into the kiss. He broke off and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. "You're getting all brave on me, telling me you want to do it again, saying how much you enjoyed it. I think I like that, I know my body sure as hell does!"
Amy instantly dropped her eyes and saw his thick manhood laying there in wait. "Oh," she said softly, her eyes shooting back up to his.
"Yeah, 'oh'. Not so brave now huh?" he said, chuckling.
"Do you want to...er...you know...." she stammered, suddenly losing her courage.
"Of course I want to. I ain't going to, but I want to. I think I'll want to bury myself in your body even when I'm on my deathbed," he said earnestly. He gave a deep sigh and cursed his wayward body, knowing he was going to have to put with the intolerable ache now. This was what happened when you abstained for so long, an insatiable hard-on that wouldn't quit. "How about a nice relaxing bath?" he asked her, thinking that maybe sitting in the big bathtub together would help them both with their various aches and pains.
Well, he decided a while later, maybe he had been wrong. Sure her aches and pains might have eased but his had only intensified. Having her laying back against him in the huge bathtub was making him harder than ever, something she couldn't fail to notice as it was pressed into her back. Without any conscious thought his hands smoothed over her stomach and up to cup her breasts, his thumbs skimming over the tight nipples rhythmically. The sound of her breath catching made him smile, as did the way she started squirming back against him. Okay, so, being this hard hurt, he thought. But so what? He was enjoying himself and so was she quite obviously.
"You okay my baby?" he murmured, bending to tug at her earlobe with his teeth.
"Mmmm, I'm just fine...oh!" she gasped as his fingers pinched at her nipple suddenly, making pleasure streak through her body.
"Something wrong?"
"N..no...oooh, that's so..."
"So what?" he prompted, plucking at her again as his other hand started to slowly inch its way down her stomach.
"So good, it...mmmm," she bit her lip when his other hand reached it's goal and started to stroke her gently below the water.
"Feeling sore?" he asked softly, hoping she would say no. He smiled and eased a finger inside her when she shook her head, making sure she wasn't lying to him. She didn't tense up as he drew his finger back and forth and he teased her some more, testing his restraint as all he wanted to do was bury himself inside her. He was pleasantly surprised that her soreness seemed to have gone, thanking the hot water of the bath for that minor miracle.
Amy felt him lift and turn her, and then she found herself sitting astride his legs, his face only inches from her own and his hard flesh springing up between her legs.
"Put me inside you, darlin'," Mark said, his voice a deep growl that made shivers race up her spine.
She blushed but did as he said and took hold of him, placing him against her slick flesh and slowly sinking down on the thick length of him, her breath sucking in when she was fully seated on his lap.
Mark's head was leaning back against the side of the bath, his eyes closed as he strove for some semblance of control. He opened his eyes and looked into her passion glazed face, any control he already had splintering as he took in how sexy she looked sitting on him like that. He lifted his hips up and watched as she almost bit through her lip at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
His hands grabbed her hips and showed her how to move on him, his teeth gritting as she followed his lead and rode him, her head rolling forward as the pleasure started to become unbearable. Her movements started to become jerky and uncoordinated as her climax approached and he took over, thrusting himself up into her as fast as he could in that position, studying her face intently as she came. The feel of her muscles contracting tightly around him flung him into his own ecstasy and he groaned harshly as he erupted inside her, feeling her collapse on his chest and putting his arms around her. He held her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
"I love you, Mark," Amy murmured, her face buried against his throat.
Mark's eyes snapped open at the softly spoken words and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating. She loved him. His arms tightened around her almost painfully as he cradled her to his chest, his breathing and his heart suddenly starting up again at double speed.
"Oh God, honey, I love you too," he whispered, throwing caution to the wind. He had had enough of being careful with what he said, or how much he let his emotions show. He truly loved this adorable little creature he held, and he didn't give a damn who knew it anymore.
