Chapter 19
"Oh fuck, Mark!" She screamed out, knowing the heavy beating of the shower sprays would cover them up, and suddenly lost her breath.
She tightened her thighs around him, locking her ankles, and moaned louder when he slid even deeper inside of her. Nicoya gripped his shoulders, running her hands up and down his arms, burying her face in his neck. The feeling was too incredible. The sensations too intense as she cried out when he thrusted inside of her again. It'd been two years since she'd last had sex, having refused John even when they were together, especially when he'd hit her. Nicoya kissed his neck before wrapping her arms around it, wanting him to take her as her nails raked down his back.
He could feel her tightening around him, knowing she was close to the edge and just increased the tempo, snapping his hips forward, driving his cock into her. Though not hard enough to hurt her. He shivered, feeling her nails on his back and stepped away from the wall enough to tilt her back some, bending his head down to capture a pert nipple in his mouth, gently biting down before soothing it with his tongue. Then moving to her other breast, paying it the same attention. Alternating back and forth while pumping inside of her and stroking her clit.
"Mark please!" She screamed out, her voice cracking with emotion and intensity, needing this release as he pumped her harder and faster.
She finally couldn't take it anymore knowing this wasn't lasting long from the beginning, and could feel her walls caving around him, gripping him like a vise. She lost her breath again, gripping his arms for dear life, and finally let go, cumming harder than she'd ever had in her life. The man was absolutely incredible and she had a feeling he'd be a good fuck, which she was right. She whipped her head back, cumming again as the orgasms rolled into one massive wave, crashing over her. Causing her body to tremble violently against him as she cried out his name again, shattering against him.
He was seldom one to deny a lady or himself or that matter and plunged into Nicoya even faster, harder, grunting when he felt her orgasm. He managed to ride it out, urging her on towards a second, wanting to feel her come apart in his arms all over again. Sweat beaded on his forehead, only to be washed away by the water. He cursed when she came again, burying his face in the crook of her neck and snapped his hips one last time, secreting himself deep inside her and exploded. Only word for it. He exploded inside of her, filling her over and over again with his seed, grunting again, surprised by how long he came.
Nicoya shrieked out his name when she felt him explode inside of her, his seed splashing against her back wall, filling her to the core. She coughed out, trying to breathe, even though she knew she couldn't. Her heart was pounding vigorously in her chest as the water kept pouring down on them, and finally dropped her head on his shoulder. She held onto him for dear life, trembling, not able to stop. The bout had been too intense for her as she kissed his neck, finally feeling him stop cumming, and couldn't believe how long he'd gone. She licked her lips, wiping the water from her eyes, and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.
"Mom? Are you in there?" Alyssa shouted over the shower, trying the doorknob only to find it locked. "MOM! You didn't fall asleep in the shower again did you?"
Mark's head flew up, his own breathing ragged though now he was trying not to chuckle, making breathing even harder. He gently set her down, keeping an arm around Nicoya's waist to support her. "Sounds like yer angel is a mite concerned for ya, darlin'." He murmured, nuzzling her neck tenderly.
"Shit!" Nicoya cursed softly, not expecting her daughter to wake, and tried to get her breathing to calm down, though Mark nuzzling her neck was NOT helping. "I'm fine, sweetheart!" She called out, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice, and cleared her throat again, her head poked out of the shower. "I'll be out in a minute, Aly!" She turned around to face Mark, smiling softly at him, and gripped his goatee gently before kissing his chest and stepped out. She wrapped a white towel around her body, tucking it between her breasts, and stumbled, not realizing how weak her thighs were as she gripped the sink.
Mark rinsed off, turning the water onto cold, needing to quickly calm his own still burning body down. He poked his head out of the curtain. "You want me to wait in here till ya get her back in bed?" He asked softly, not sure if she'd approve of him following her out in front of Alyssa. The kid was smart enough to realize more then showering was going on in here.
Biting her bottom lip, Nicoya hated that she had to keep this a secret, but she also didn't want her daughter to know what they'd done. "I don't know." She groaned in frustration, raking a hand through her hair, and sighed heavily, dropping her head forward. "What do you want me to do, Mark?" She finally asked, her voice quiet so Aly didn't overhear them.
"MOM! I'm hungry!" Alyssa yelled, sounding impatient and sleepy still , never a good combination with her.
"Just go tend to her, darlin'." Mark replied quietly. "We can talk bout it once she's back in bed." He knew Alyssa would probably eat and pass out again. He'd worn her little butt down with the horseback riding.
Nodding, Nicoya shot him an apologetic look before walking out, after the shower turned off, and sighed as she looked down at her impatient daughter. "Young lady, you are very crabby tonight." She pointed out and shook her head, trying to walk normally, even though she was spaghetti legged and shaky. She plopped down on the bed, crossing her legs, and handed Alyssa the menu. "Get something quick and then it's back to bed." She instructed, already seeing the sleepy look in her daughter's eyes.
Alyssa was too tired to reply, scanning the menu with tired eyes before pointing out what she wanted and leaning back against the headboard. Once Nicoya had called the order, Alyssa scooted onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck. "Mommy, are you still mad at me for this morning?" She asked softly.
"No sweetheart, I was never mad at you. I was just mad at the fact that Mr. Cena upset you so much last night and myself. I'm really sorry for snapping on you this morning, Aly. I love you so much, you know that right?" She spoke softly to her daughter, still in only a white towel and held her close to her, kissing her forehead, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Please remember I will never stop loving you, baby girl. You're my world. My entire existence."
Alyssa nodded, smiling, looking relieved. She started to reply, but instead frowned, reaching out to pick a hair off Nicoya's white towel, holding it up. "Mom…is your hair changing color?" She asked curiously.
Nicoya looked down at the auburn rd hair Alyssa plucked off of her towel and sighed, trying not to blush, and set her daughter down on the bed. "It's the lighting, Alyssa." She simply said, bending down and pulled out a silky black nightgown that went to midthigh, raking a hand through her sopping wet hair, and grabbed a matching pair of bra and panties.
"Oh…okay." Alyssa was too sleepy to argue or even not believe that. She smiled through a yawn when there was a knock on the door, stumbling over to get it, accepting the money she was handed by her mother. She tipped the server and took her food. "Night Mom." She blew her mother a kiss before heading to her room.
"Night sweetheart." Nicoya replied, having slipped on her bra and panties followed by the nightgown.
She walked in her daughter's room, kissing her forehead, and smiled before closing the door behind her, not leaving it cracked. She couldn't risk Alyssa finding out about Mark and knew her daughter was going to sleep throughout the night. She couldn't believe her daughter had questioned the hair and sighed heavily, wondering what they were going to do. It wasn't that she was ashamed, but she didn't want Alyssa getting her hopes up about anything incase her and Mark didn't work out. Mark was waiting patiently in the bathroom, having pulled his clothes back on a long time ago, trying not to listen to their conversation.
Though, he had felt his heart do a leap when he heard Alyssa inquire about the hair and could only imagine what the Hell that was about. Nicoya walked over to the liquor and poured herself a glass of wine, needing to calm her nerves, and took a long swig of it before setting her glass down. She walked over, peeking in to check on her daughter, and smiled when she seen Alyssa had fallen asleep while eating. She quickly cleaned her mess up, kissed her forehead, and walked out, closing the door behind her. She about jumped out of her skin when she bumped into Mark, but managed to keep her screams mute.
"Christ!" She whispered out harshly, feeling her heart beating furiously, and shook her head before throwing away Alyssa's dinner. Mark had just scared the Hell out of her and knew a man THAT size was NOT allowed to be THAT quiet.
Mark reached out to take a hold of her upper arms, steadying her. "Sorry." He whispered, realizing he should've probably given her a warning or something. "She asleep?"
"Yeah, she's so exhausted. What did you do to her?" She asked playfully, smiling softly, though her heart was still thudding in her chest as she finally felt herself standing without falling over. She walked away from him and sat on the bed, crossing her leg over the other, and looked back at him, wondering what he was thinking right now. They just fucked in the shower of her hotel room while her daughter was sleeping. What the Hell could they say to each other after that?
Mark smiled, raking a hand through his damp hair. "Took her ridin' is all. It can be tirin' on someone who's new to it. Works out some thigh and leg muscles, I ran her ragged I reckon." He seen the look on her face, wondering what she was thinking. If she was regretting what they'd done. "What's on yer mind darlin'?"
"What are we now, Mark?" Nicoya asked way out of left field, raking a hand through her black hair, and sighed heavily. "I mean, was this a one time deal or what?" She was so confused right now and sighed heavily, taking her glass of wine, and took a swig of it before setting it back down.
Mark frowned, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take her hands in his. "I would hope we're still friends, Nico." He said gently. "I'd like fer us to be somethin' more, but that's up to you, darlin'. I'm not goin' to rush or force ya into anythin' yer not ready for or don't want."
"So you fucked me in the shower all so we could be friends?" She questioned, her voice incredulous, and shook her head as she stood up from the bed, feeling her blood boiling as she took a few deep breaths to calm down. "I'm sorry, Mark, but I don't have sex with friends. I have sex with men who want to be with me or men who I THINK want to be with me. Though you're the first in two years." She was so mad right now, she was seeing red, but she didn't want to lose her temper as she walked over to the window and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Mark frowned, getting up and walking over to turn her around, staring down intently in her eyes. "Listen Nico, yer takin' what I said wrong." He said slowly. "I WANT to be with ya, I was tryin' to be considerate since I didn't know what you were feelin'." He shook his head slightly. "You've been through the mill, Nico, I just want you to be comfortable with me. And I didn't fuck you so we could be friends either. I made love to ya in hopes we could be more."
"What are we going to tell Alyssa? Mark, what if we don't work out?" Nicoya started crying softly now as she lowered her head, burying her face in her hands, and shook her head back and forth, sniffling a little. "I don't want to hurt my little girl again. I did it once when I had her with John instead of someone who actually waned to be with me. Do you know how many times I've overheard her talking in her room to her dolls about how much she loves you and wants you to be her father?" She questioned, sounding both heartbroken and conflicted as she wiped her tears away. "I want to be with you too, Mark. I haven't felt like this in so long, but I need to think of my daughter first."
Mark felt his own heart break at hearing what Alyssa confided to her dolls. He didn't honestly know what to say either. If they didn't work out, Alyssa would be heartbroken. And who's to say they'd somehow manage to remain on good terms if that happened? He didn't want to hurt Alyssa, but at the same time, he felt like if he walked from Nicoya right now and pretended tonight hadn't happened, he'd be denying his own heart. "Ya gotta do what you think is best for Alyssa." He said finally in a gentle tone of voice. "I don't want her getting' hurt anymore then you do, darlin'."
"Can I trust you?" Nicoya whispered out, finally staring up into his emerald green eyes, her own filled with conflicting emotions, and sniffled a little as she felt a tear slide down her cheek. "I already know Alyssa does. I already know she loves you with all her heart and soul. You have no idea how much she loves you, Mark. No idea whatsoever." She started crying again, wishing she would've had Alyssa with Mark instead of John.
Mark was mildly taken aback at that question. Hadn't he shown her she could trust him? He'd cared for Alyssa like she was his own, wished in his secret heart she was his own. Done his best to protect her from John and actually beaten the punk down for her. "I'd never do anythin' to hurt you or Alyssa, Nico." He promised, his green eyes sincere.
Nicoya finally calmed down enough to stare up at him, into his eyes, and nodded before walking over to him. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressed her forehead to his. "I trust you, Mark." She whispered, caressing his face with her hand, and kissed him again before taking his hand, entwining their fingers together. "Do you want to…stay with me tonight or…go back to your own room?" She quietly asked, praying he wanted to stay with her.
Mark raised her hand up, kissing the tips of her fingers. "I'd love nothin' more then to stay with ya, darlin'. " He whispered, leaning forward to brush his lips against hers. "Know what we're goin' to tell the munchkin?"
"I have no clue, but she is going to get a Hell of a surprise in the morning." She giggled quietly and took his hand in hers, leading him over to the bed. She pulled the comforter back, smiling when Mark shed his shirt, but left his pants on before sliding in bed with her. She sighed in contentment when he pulled her into his arms, spooning up against him, and kissed his arm as she tucked her head beneath his chin. "Good night, Mark." She whispered softly, entwining their fingers together, and closed her eyes, not having felt this relaxed and content in eight long years.