Chapter 18
"You ARE the enemy though, Mark!" She spat back at him, her blue eyes inflamed with rage, and snatched her arms out of his grip as she walked away from him. "You and every male on this planet are the enemy in my book. I want NOTHING to do with you! My daughter is the ONLY thing that will EVER matter to me and her happiness. For some oddball reason, she loves you. She talks about you constantly and wishes you were her father." Tears instantly began sliding down Nicoya's cheeks as she turned her back on him and wrapped her arms around herself, trembling again, not believing she just said that. She'd heard Alyssa in her bedroom talking to her dolls on quite a few occasions and it broke her heart that Mark could never be her father, just her friend or mentor.
"You had a terrible thing with John, Nico, I'm not denyin' that. But that don't make all the rest of us like him." Mark said firmly, walking over to pull her back in his arms, not caring what she'd say or do anymore. "I'M not like him, why can't you see that?"
"Why do you even care?" She cried out at him softly, sniffling, and felt the tears cascading freely down her cheeks as he held her from behind. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist as she leaned back against him. Even though she was fighting to do it. He'd hurt her last night, no matter if it was a harsh slap of reality or not. She knew he was right in what he said though and honestly didn't blame him. It made her realize how much he really cared about and loved her daughter, but it also broke her heart that Alyssa wanted him as her father.
"Why? Because I'm totally entranced with yer daughter…I love her to death or haven't ya noticed?" Mark replied, staring down at her intensely. "And because I care about you. I care about you, Nico." He repeated in a softer tone of voice, meaning what he said.
"I have noticed you love Alyssa." She replied softly in a whisper, more tears spilling down her cheeks, and slowly turned around to face him, staring up into his intense, emotion filled emerald green eyes. She started crying harder and caressed his face tenderly with her hand, knowing she cared a great deal for him too. That's why she'd let him stick around and hang out with Alyssa. That and she wanted him around her too, even though she'd never admit it. "I care about you too, Mark." She finally admitted and bit her bottom lip, hoping she didn't regret this. Hoping her heart could take this.
Mark had figured she did though he'd never admit that to her. She'd probably slap him and call him an arrogant bastard. He figured she either cared about him, which was why she tried to push him away or the other possibility, she was a mega bitch who also happened to be a man-hater. Thank god it wasn't that last one. Mark bent his head down and gently brushed his lips against hers, pulling back to study her face, not about to rush her into anything. That and still waiting for that slap.
Nicoya stared back at him, raking a hand through her hair, and grabbed him gently by his goatee, staring deep into his eyes. Those deep, emerald green jewels that held such sincerity and caused her heart to leap in her throat. She decided to take the bull by the horns so to speak and brought his lips down to hers, passionately kissing him, wrapping her arms around his thick, muscled up neck. She wanted a real kiss. Not just a brush. She was getting it now as she moaned softly in his mouth.
Mark slid his hands down to Nicoya's lower back, gently pulling her up against him, halfway lifting her off of the floor. He coaxed her mouth open, sliding his tongue inside to explore her. Taste her. Groaning low from the back of his throat. He was immediately addicted at the first taste of her.
Sighing, Nicoya instantly melted into his arms, her hands gripping his upper arms with her tiny hands, and gasped when he lifted her off the floor. She never broke the kiss though and snaked her arms around his neck, her legs instinctively going around his waist, and entangled her fingers in his arms. His long, beautiful tresses as their tongues dueled in a war of dominance and lust. Nicoya's heart was racing, thudding in her chest rapidly, but she didn't care. Even after she needed air, she still didn't break the kiss, refusing to do so. The man's lips felt too wonderful and it'd been a long time since she felt the touch of a man. Though not even John could kiss her like Mark was at the moment.
Mark could feel his body burning up with passion, expecting fire to shoot off of him. That's what Nicoya was doing to him. He felt every little thing, all his senses heightened at the moment. He could feel her fingers combing through his hair, the pressure of her legs around his waist, everything. He reluctantly broke the kiss, realizing she wasn't getting air, for that matter, neither was he. He pressed his forehead against hers, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. "I want you, Nico." He murmured huskily, his tone soft and almost pleading.
"I want you too, Mark." She breathed out, her chest rising and falling harshly, her hands gripping his shoulders, and licked her dried lips as she kissed him again. "We can't, not in here." She whispered, referring to her daughter, and suddenly got an idea as she stared into his lust filled emerald green eyes that were a deep forest green. "Bathroom?"
Mark glanced at Alyssa's bedroom door then towards the bathroom, obvious want in his eyes, matching her own. "Will she wake up and come wanderin' out here lookin' fer ya?" He asked, his drawl slow and deep.
"If she wakes up and hears the shower, she'll just think I'm taking one." Nicoya replied still breathless, the want obvious in her own eyes. There was also a need. A deep need for this man's touch. This man inside of her. She wanted it. Craved it. She wanted to feel loved again, even if he didn't love her. She knew she wasn't in love with him, not yet, but she did care a great deal about him as her eyes instantly darkened to almost black, but had a hint of blue within them.
Mark's answer was to kiss her again, never setting her down, way too comfortable with her legs wrapped around him. He carried her into the bathroom, lightly closing the door behind them with the heel of his foot. Mark slowly lowered her feet to the ground, still kissing her, his hands rubbing her sides gently, wanting Nicoya more then he'd ever wanted anything in his life. It'd been a long time since he felt the flicker of desire. She had sparked a forest fire.
Nicoya moaned in his mouth as their tongue danced again, running her hands up and down his shirt covered chest, and pulled him closer to her. She smiled when he lifted her up, sitting her on the sink of the bathroom, and pulled him to stand between her legs. She broke the kiss, needing to breathe, and began unbuttoning his vest, sliding it off of his broad shoulders, and down his massive, tattooed covered arms, dropping it to the floor. She then kissed the middle of his chest and trailed her lips and tongue down it, flicking out to taste his soft skin. While her hands fumbled with the button of his skin tight black jeans.
Mark groaned, staring down at her black hair covered head, threading his fingers in her silky tresses. Her touch felt like paradise. This was what Eden had to be like. He felt her fumbling with his jeans and caught her hands in his, raising them up to his mouth, kissing her palms. He knew they didn't have all night, not with Alyssa in the next room over, but at the same time, he didn't want to rush this. He wanted to enjoy her. First though, they needed to get that shower going before anymore noise made and they attracted some attention.
"W-What's wrong?" Nicoya managed to ask, fear filling her eyes that he'd changed his mind, and searched his eyes with her own, her eyebrows frowning together quizzically. She sighed when he captured her lips with his again, passionately kissing him, and threaded her fingers in his long tresses one more, moaning her approval. Whatever was going through Mark's mind, Nicoya knew she'd enjoy and knew he hadn't changed his mind, not with how darkened over his green eyes had become.
Mark smirked against her lips. "Nothin' wrong darlin'…" He murmured, breaking the kiss long enough to get the shower running before returning his full, undivided attention to the gorgeous woman before him. He ran his hands down her sides, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up. His eyes crinkling at the corners in a smile when she raised her arms up, pulling the shirt over her head. He bent down to kiss her bare shoulder blade, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. One large hand slowly running up her back to unclasp her bra.
Her black hair flowed down her back as she smiled, feeling him move it out of the way, and allowed her bra to fall to the floor. She then turned around, staring back at him, and kissed his chest before unsnapping his jeans with a flick of her wrist. Her eyes locked on his as she slowly pressed her body against his, pushing his jeans down his muscular, long legs and smirked when she seen he'd gone commando. She had a feeling. The jeans were just TOO tight for him not to go commando! She licked her lips hungrily, her blue eyes darkening even more to black, and clouded over as she began kissing up his chest. Flicking her tongue out to run it across a few of his rock hard abs, she moaned deep from her throat while her nails ran down his upper half, not leaving any marks though.
"Woman, yer killin' me…" Mark murmured, doing a full body shiver when he felt her nails raking down his skin, kicking his jeans aside. He gently cupped her chin, raising her head so he could look down at her, his lust darkened eyes and swollen lips beckoning him. He dipped his head down to kiss her, moving his kisses to her throat, his hands moving down to her own jeans. He smiled when she lifted her hips, helping him to slide them down and tossed them to join his on the floor. He stepped back to stare at her. She looked positively ravishing, sitting there on the sink in nothing, but her panties. He growled softly, reaching out to pull her into his arms, feeling her legs locking around his waist again and gently rubbed his erection against her, smirking when she moaned softly.
"Mmmm now who's killing who?" She moaned out, her head dropping back, her hair pooling down her back over his strong arm, and ran her hands down his arms and shoulders, rubbing them. Caressing them. She loved the feeling of how strong he was. How massive. His strength took her breath away as she slid down his body slowly and pushed away from him, winking over her shoulder, and hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist of her panties. Not bending her knees, keeping her long, smooth tanned legs straight, she bent down, peeling her panties down, and kicked them away from turning around. "Gonna join me?" She cooed to him seductively before stepping through the shower curtain and into the hot sprays.
"Well I'm not about to stand out here and just watch." Mark replied, joining her in the shower. He smirked down at her, pinning her against the tile wall, pressing his body firmly against hers. "Unless yer plannin' on puttin' on a show, darlin'." He teased huskily, skimming a hand down her side, across her hip and then cupped her sex. Hissing when he felt how hot and wet she was, sliding a finger inside of her slowly. "Damn darlin'…"
Nicoya was already on shaky ground and cried out at the contact of his finger, leaning further against the shower wall, pressing her back, and felt her breathing instantly become erratic. "Mark…" She shakily whispered out, running her fingers down his chest to his face, and gripped his goatee as she stared into his eyes directly. "Don't tease…It's been too long for me." She stated in a low voice and cried out again when his finger began moving inside of her.
Mark grunted, staring down at her, watching her face as he slipped another finger inside of her, moving them in and out of her in a slow, methodical pace. Feeling how tight she was around his digits, only able to imagine how tight she'd be around his cock. The mere thought sent a tingle throughout him as he caught her lips with his, kissing her passionately. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, hearing her whimper and smiled slightly, raising his hands to his mouth to lick her essence from them, closing his eyes. Savoring her sweet taste. "Delicious." He purred, lifting her up against the wall, rubbing the head of his cock against her. "You ready darlin'?" He murmured, kissing her throat.
Nicoya nodded back at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, the hot sprays cascading over them, and licked her lips. She kissed him again before leaving his lips and trailed down his throat, loving how strong it was. Loving how his pulse point throbbed against her tongue, which sent a tingle down her spine. She kept exploring, her fingers burying themselves in his hair, and gripped a little before niggling on his Adam's apple. Groaning in pure satisfaction at the taste of his flesh against her silky tongue.
He took his time, inching the head of his cock inside of her, grunting and stiffening, feeling her walls drawing him in and fighting the urge to just sheath himself fully inside of her. She needed to adjust to his size. He needed to adjust to how tight she was and if he moved, this was over before it began. Mark moaned softly, letting her explore his upper body and throat. His free hand. The one that wasn't holding her up, exploring her lower half. He slid inside of her a bit more, moving to stroke her clit while he did.
Nicoya cried out against his throat, feeling him stroking her lit while feeling her walls stretching to accommodate his size. She was breathing erratic now, the burning sensation overtaking her, and kissed her way from his throat to his chest. Her hair pooling around her head as she explored and took a nipple in her mouth, swirling her saliva around it, and gasped when he slid further inside of her. She knew he was doing this so he wouldn't rip her apart and Nicoya was more than appreciative of that. She kept exploring, running her hands up and down his muscular broad back, feeling his muscles twitching against her fingertips. It was overwhelming to say the least.
"Yer so damn tight, Nico!" Mark grunted, finally sheathing himself fully inside of her, never letting up with stroking her clit. He halted again, this time to calm himself down as much as let her adjust, not wanting to break her in half. Feeling her exploring his body was a major turn on. Most women were intimidated by his sheer size. Add the body art to that factor and they made very timid bed fellows. He loved how she was just as eager for him as he was for her. Loved how she didn't shy away from him. When he felt they were both ready, he withdrew from her, all but the tip before plunging back inside, feeling her walls caving around him again. "Goddamn!"