Author's Note - Rating's changing into M now...
Lexie slightly gasped in shock when her palm came in contact with an ice-cold glass of a window, not expecting it to be that chilly. She shivered involuntarily, annoyed at herself for leaving the warmth and coziness of the bed in the first place. But it was more than worth it.
Her eyes roamed over the city in the dark winter night, admiring the beautiful view. Every corner of New York that her gaze could reach was covered by a thick layer of snow. Even in the middle of the night, she could still see people wandering the streets. It was, indeed, very special night.
She suddenly felt someone's presence behind her and a firm and warm grip around her waist.
"For a second, I actually thought you ran away." Mark whispered huskily, his beard skimming over the skin on the side of her neck. Something about his voice immediately quickened her pulse.
"And I thought you finally fell asleep." she chuckled, but her quiet laughter quickly became inaudible as she felt a series of wet kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. Her hand reached behind to burrow into his hair.
"So you could run away?" he mockingly mumbled into her shoulder, as his hands left her waist to undo that one button she managed to buckle when she put on his shirt.
She wanted to laugh again, she tried to, but she couldn't breathe normally, constantly gasping, as fingers of his right hand traced the line over her bare skin from between her breasts, across her abdomen, settling on the inside of her right thigh and rubbing her skin gently.
Not being able to resist the temptation and silently asking from him to continue, Lexie leaned back, focusing on the warm feeling that every single inch of his skin was giving away. But he didn't continue. His touch disappeared as he pulled his hand back and landed it again on her waist, teasing her, "You wouldn't do that, would you Lex?"
Without answering Lexie turned around, raised on the tip of her toes and covered his mouth with hers. The softness of her lips against his was telling him a lot more than a simple No I wouldn't ever could. The warmth of her palms slowly sliding over his muscular abdomen, only strengthen that silent promise, also adding I couldn't. Their lips move together slowly. So slowly... in the way that took her by surprise. He wasn't slow and patient like this before…
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The moment the door of his apartment slammed shut behind them, Mark was all over her, pressing every inch of himself against her, full of desire and need and anticipation that was gathering in his body the whole evening. Her dress hit the floor, along with most of his clothes before they even reached the bedroom. His hands hungrily explored every part of her body that was out of reach and hidden until that very moment, when he finally had her in the way which gave him an opportunity to show her how big of affection he had for her.
...
But now, it was different. His hands were caressing her body at slow, steady pace, but not with any less passion that the first time. Mark pushed the material of his shirt down her shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. Her hands drifted from his chest to his hair and eventually settled around his neck, her fingers tangled together as her elbows rested on his board shoulders.
Mark felt her moan softly into the kiss, and he wanted her to be louder. He stooped a little, putting his hands primarily on her ass, his thumb stroking against the skin tenderly, then sliding down on the back side of her thighs, inviting her to jump into his arms.
When she did so, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing herself against his groin, he caught her easily, without the smallest difficulty. She giggled between the kisses as Mark firmly held her.
He took a few steps across the dimmed room, covering the short distance from the window to the bed and then knelt on the mattress, laying her down.
Mark watched the expression on her face that was a mixture of lust and amazement, as he bent over her. He found her eyes for a second, before his lips reached down for one of her breast, on what she reacted sharply whimpering. He switched to the other and then his lips followed the trace of her neck, sucking and biting on it gently. Hovering above her face, he whispered against her lips, "That feels good?"
It felt good. She felt so damn good. In the way that made her feel like she's on top of the world and like she wants to run for the hills at the same time.
Lexie just weakly nodded and moaned incoherently in reply, focusing on how every individual kiss he was leaving on her face melted her more and more. She tried to come up with an answer for a question in her head, why it felt so natural and safe to be held against a person who was a complete stranger when she woke up that morning.
She never went to bed with a man she met the same day. Or more particularly, same... night. For her, everything was always well planned out. She gulped at the thought that it took him only a couple of hours to turn her world around and completely change her perspective. But she didn't want to think about painful possibility that she didn't have the same effect on him.
A warning bell rang as she felt his hand settling between her legs, stroking her. When he heard her mumbling his name in a plea, Mark finally gave up on teasing and sink into her. Lexie moaned out loud and lifted her hips just like the first time, encouraging him to go deeper, even though it took her a few seconds to accept him.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head down to bury his face into the crock of her neck, groaning into her ear. One of her hands went to his back, while the other one found the back of his neck, keeping him in place, as Mark began to steadily thrust inside of her. Her breath was coming out in gasps, every incoming one shorter than the previous one, as her body rocked with his.
Mark lifted his face from her neck and looked at her, continuing to move inside her without a pause. He drank in the sight of her, burning the image of her tiny body trembling under him into his mind. The sight he yearned to see so badly. A smile spread over his face, and catching her smirking back to him, he bowed down and devoured her mouth with his.
His thrust became faster and harder, as he felt his lungs burning, and her soft moans spurring him on. Lexie's hand reached to stroke his cheek, and she panted his name… what only made him more persistent to push her deeper into the haze of pleasure. Gasping loudly, her back arched and her head dug into the pillow beneath her. Shortly afterwards, he followed her over the edge, captivated at the sight of her falling apart by his touch. Panting, Mark collapsed on top of her, his head finding the place on her chest that was bouncing up and down with every still heavy breath she took.
"Oh God, that was amazing." he mumbled into her sweaty skin, as he felt her fingers tangling into his hair. He lifted his head a bit, opening his eyes just to look at her face, finding her already staring back at him. Propping on his forearms, his lips shifted from her chest, up her neck, tracing the line of her jaw towards her ear, finally whispering, "You're amazing."
Her eyes followed him in fascination, as he fell down on his side, nuzzling her shoulder. Afraid that whatever comes out of her mouth would ruin that perfect moment, she just widely smiled.
Every single thought that ran through her mind suddenly faded away, washed by the existence of an unwanted question – what now?
But that question soon lost any meaning and significance when she found herself tucked against his side under the sheets. His gaze wasn't leaving her even for a second and there was a familiar smirk all over his face. She's not going anywhere.
"So tell me. Was this special enough for you? And for your perfect holiday?" Mark asked, propping himself on his elbow, while his other hand was tracing aimless lines over her abdomen.
Lexie rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly on the chest. Her playfulness then disappeared, as she shyly but with certainty whispered, "It was... more than that."
Her perfectly pinned hair earlier was ruined, spread all around her head. Her skin felt hot against his. Her lips were swollen, but still inviting. And what just happened, she found more than special. All of that was more than enough for Mark to wish for her again. And again. And again. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. Between the kisses she managed to ask him, "And for you? Was this special enough for you?" Mostly for the purpose of mocking him, but also with a little shadow of her own insecurity and anxiety.
"Definitely not like any other." he replied honestly, his head falling back onto the pillow.
"Not like any other… night?"
Not like any other woman. But there's no way he would say that out loud. No matter how true it was. So he just mumbled a quiet mhmm, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.
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By the pace of her steady breathing, he knew she fell asleep. He expected the usual feeling to come. It always comes. It'll come tonight as well. Mark was fully aware of that. He waited impatiently. He waited for that feeling. The feeling that would let him loose, that would set him free, that would turn him into insensitive, ice-cold silhouette again. He waited for the feeling that would give him right to hope that she'll be gone in the morning and that he'll never have to see her again.
It never came. He wanted her to be there in the morning.
For the last chapter you can expect a sweet morning after and talk about everything that happened and everything that could happen in the future… Hope you enjoyed this one.
