Chapter 32
"I know, but you said so yourself that pillows don't hurt. I was just trying to show you they did." She smiled innocently up at him, her midnight blue eyes gleaming wickedly. Her black hair was splayed all around her since he'd pushed her down on the bed and he had both of her wrists held gently, but firmly on each arm, holding her down on the bed.
"I'll take yer word for it since ya didn't nail me with it." Mark replied seriously, his green eyes twinkling. He bent down to brush his lips over hers, smirking when he felt Nicoya do a full body shiver and gently pressed his body against hers. Moving his kisses to her throat, flicking out his tongue to taste her soft skin. Groaning from low in the back of his throat, never releasing her wrists.
Nicoya's eyes instantly drifted shut at the incredible, warm sensation that flowed throughout her body, his tongue and lips doing the trick. She moaned ever so gently, arching her neck into his touch, and sighed when he wouldn't release her wrists. "This isn't fair…" She breathed out in a whisper, trying to suppress her moans because of her daughter and brother in the same room. Though what Mark was doing to her was causing her senses to reel out of control. "God I missed you…" She whispered, her voice intense with emotion.
"I missed you too, darlin'." Mark murmured, moving his head down to kiss the upper swell of her breasts, taking his time. Remembering how they'd been rushed during their first and only interlude, not about to rush it this time. "How isn't this fair, darlin'?" He asked wickedly, nipping at her through her tank top.
"Christ…" She gasped out when he began nipping at her through her clothes, trying to wiggle her wrists free from his grip, and groaned when he wouldn't allow it. "I want to touch you, feel you, Mark." She whispered, her entire body trembling from head to toe, engulfing in a spreading forest fire.
"You will…in time." Mark replied huskily, not letting go of her wrists as he moved even lower, smirking when he felt her body arching to his firm kisses. Making sure she could feel it through her clothes and nuzzled his face against her thigh, smiling at her gasps. "What's wrong, darlin'?" He teased tauntingly.
"You know what's wrong." She shot back through gritted teeth, her voice harsh and ragged, trying to keep it to a minimum, and bit her bottom lip. "Mark, please…don't tease me…" She moaned out to him breathlessly, her midnight blue eyes peering into his, darkened over, but she didn't want him to stop.
"But you look so gorgeous when yer flustered." He drawled, moving so he was straddling her, holding both her wrists in one hand now. He stared down into her eyes as his free hand moved back behind him, stroking her firmly through her pajama pants. Grunting when he felt her hips grinding against him. "Like that, darlin'?" He murmured, his deep voice low and husky.
Her cheeks and entire body flushed more, burning with the need of him, and nodded as she rose her knees up, bending them, her feet planted firmly on the comforter. "Mark please…" She moaned out pleadingly, her mind spinning and spiraling out of control, instantly drenching her panties as he stroked her through her pajama pants and panties.
Mark grunted, ignoring her pleas and continued taking his own sweet time, rubbing the heel of his hand against her. Feeling heat emanating from her sex through her panties and pants, smirking because he knew she was probably soaking right now. Loving how beautiful she looked. Cheeks flushed, hair splayed out, a pleading expression on her face. Simply divine. Mark's eyes were now a dark forest green color as he slipped his hand under her pants, then her panties, stroking her throbbing clit with one finger. A slow, deliberate stroke.
A soft cry escaped from Nicoya's mouth as soon as his finger came in contact with her throbbing clit, feeling it pulsating against his touch, and arched her hips against him as she licked her dried lips. "M-Mark…" She moaned out shakily, her voice intense with passion and anticipation. It'd been two years since she'd last had sex and he was her last. She hoped this time around he was her final because she didn't plan on letting him go as she bit down hard on her tongue to keep from crying out when his finger slipped inside of her.
Mark could feel how tight she was around his one finger, surmising she hadn't had sex since their last time, or if she had, the guy was built like a pencil. He almost growled, the thought of another man touching Nicoya almost enraging him. Though all anger died when he seen her biting on her lips and tongue. Letting go of her wrists and reluctantly pulled his finger out of her. In a matter of seconds, he had Nicoya naked and was between her thighs, his tongue taking place of his finger.
Nicoya had to take a pillow and cover her face with it to keep her screams and moans silent, not wanting her brother and daughter to overhear them. She arched her hips against him, crying out when his tongue thrusted inside of her over and over at a slow, methodical pace. He'd bring her to the edge and then stop, causing her to breathe erratically. The man had a tongue unlike no other and he could curl it, making it brush against her G-spot, which in turn caused her to cum against her will. "Mark!" She cried out, though it was muffled by the pillow over her face, and actually bit into it as her heart was racing rapidly along with her pulse.
That was what he'd been waiting for, to hear this sweet angel cry out his name, music to his ears. Mark thrusted his tongue in her faster, making sure to firmly brush her G-spot with the tip of his tongue. He smirked, feeling her inner walls clamping down around him. This time allowing her to cum. Greedy to taste her sweet juices and groaning when she coated his tongue with her essence. Suddenly remembering what heaven tasted like.
Nicoya was beyond being drove to the brink of insanity as she pulled the pillow away from her face, breathing erratically, and bit back another cry when his tongue thrusted inside of her again. It was the most intense, indescribable feeling she'd ever experienced in her entire life. Something she could not put into words. "Mark…" She breathed out, gripping the sheets below with her fingers and then trailed them to his hair, gripping it tightly in her fingers. "What about Steve and Alyssa?" She questioned, looking down into his darkened forest green eyes. Hers telling him she didn't want to stop, but she also didn't want them being overheard. She hated this. She wanted to be with him more than anything in the world.
Mark groaned, knowing she was right. Either one of them could walk in on him and her. That would be awkward as Hell, especially if it was Alyssa. He reluctantly moved up, licking his lips, still tasting her. "Damn…" He murmured, staring down into her eyes intensely.
Nicoya shook her head, pulling him back down on top of her, and wrapped her arms around his waist before passionately kissing him. "I…need you. Please don't make me wait." Her voice was a pleading whisper as she caressed his face with her hands. Their foreheads pressed together. She suddenly got an idea, knowing he was feeling awkward in here. "You have a room don't you?"
"Down the hall." Mark said slowly, seeing the look on her face and instantly knew what she was thinking. "Though I think we oughta at least warn Steve so he doesn't freak out if he comes out." He advised softly, not looking forward to the harassment that would follow, but not about to give the man a heart attack either.
Nodding, Nicoya smiled as she kissed his lips softly before standing up on shaky legs, pulling on her pajama pants with her tank top. Not concerned with her undergarments and walked over to her brother's door. She knocked, poking her head in, and smiled when she seen he was sleeping. She quickly scrawled a note on a piece of paper, putting it on his nightstand. She then quietly shut the door before walking over to Mark and whispered seductively, "I'm all yours now."
Mark smiled, scooping her up into his arms princess style, and carried her over to the door, swiping her card and his bag on the way. A few minutes later, they were in his room. Mark set her down and tossed his bag in a corner. His eyes raking her in. Wondering if maybe she might have changed her mind now that she was here. He knew he hadn't.
Nicoya smiled back at him reassuringly, wanting this more than anything in the world, her eyes never leaving his. She slowly peeled her tank top and pajama pants off, kicking them to the side and then winked over her shoulder at him before laying on the bed. Her black hair was splayed all over, her body still flushed from what he'd done to her prior, and her arms were laying on each side of her head. Her leg was up while the other one was laying prone as she raised an eyebrow up at him. "Don't make me pleasure myself, Mark." She huskily stated, running her hand down her stomach, her eyes darkening instantly and never broke eye contact with him.
Mark arched an eyebrow, getting a wicked smirk on his lips and a matching gleam in his green eyes. He slowly slid off his leather vest, boots and socks, standing in just his skin tight black jeans, arms folded across his muscular chest. "Hell darlin', ever think that maybe I'd like to watch you pleasure yerself?" He asked in a low drawl.
"Is that a challenge?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, and when he just nodded, she got a wicked smirk on her lips as she closed her eyes. Her pink slowly snaked out, licking her dried lips, and slowly trailed her hand down to her hot sex. Her finger brushing against her throbbing clit, and shivered as her lips parted just the slightest. The softest of moans escaping her lips. "Sure you don't want to be the one who makes me cum?" She asked in a last chance tone of voice, her eyes opening to lock with his.
Mark was resting comfortably on a bar stool, one foot resting on the floor. The other propped on a run, his arms resting on his legs as he watched her. His green eyes were dark pools of lust. "Darlin', I'll make you cum all night long." He promised throatily, never one to break his promises.
"Then get over here and show me you can." She replied seductively and hissed out when her finger slowly parted her sweet folds, sliding inside, and arched her back, her hips bucking, causing her entire body to tremble with desire. Her breathing became erratic as her eyes closed, bending both of her knees now, and began pleasuring herself right in front of him, knowing this was turning him on. Nicoya wasn't the type to usually masturbate, but when he challenged her in his own wicked way, she couldn't resist. "Oh god…Mark…" She was picturing him doing this to her, except instead of her finger, it was his hardened cock and that caused her shiver again.
Mark smirked, his own erection throbbing painfully in his tight jeans, begging to be released, but he couldn't move. Too entranced by what this beautiful woman was doing. Finally, he quietly shed his pants and moved over to stand at the foot of the bed, his cock standing at attention proudly. Ready to take her finger's place. When he heard her moan his name, he was through with being a sideline viewer. In a second, he had replaced her finger with his cock, rubbing the head of it up and down her wet folds. "You want this, darlin'?" He demanded huskily.
"Yes!" She cried out fully at the feeling of his cock brushing up and down her wet folds, her mind spinning out of control, and brought her finger that was soaked in her essence into her mouth. Licking it clean, and moaned softly at her own taste. She smirked when Mark's green eyes darkened even more, hers almost black, and smiled when he hovered over her. Her breathing was ragged and ran her hand up his back, entangling her fingers in his hair as she pressed her forehead to his. "I love you, Mark…" She whispered intensely just as his cock slid inside of her, stretching her to the limits, and cried out as she arched her body into him.
Mark's breath caught in his throat when he heard her say those words, having wished in his dreams for the past two years to hear them. He leaned down to kiss her tenderly. "I love you too, Nicoya." He murmured against her lips, feeling how tight she was around his cock. "Damn woman, yer so damned tight…" He muttered, inching inside of her, taking his time so he wouldn't hurt her.
Nicoya felt the tears instantly fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks when he said it back, cupping his face in her hands, and seen all the love for her swirling through them. She passionately kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and never wanted to let go. She broke the kiss when he inched a little further inside of her, causing the burning sensation to increase tenfold. She hissed out and gripped his upper arms, trying not to tense, and sighed when he finally sheathed himself inside of her. Causing her breath to catch in her throat at the incredible sensation that coursed throughout her body. "You feel so wonderful…" She moaned out loud, knowing nobody could hear them.
Mark agreed with that, she felt wonderful, exquisite. There weren't words to describe how good Nicoya felt wrapped around his cock. He held still, letting his body calm down some, not wanting this to end in minutes, feeling himself treading dangerously close to that edge. "Darlin', yer beautiful." He murmured, her moans the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Mark finally moved, withdrawing slowly, watching her face, loving to see her expressions before plunging back in. Setting up a steady pace, gently nudging her knees apart even more.
Nicoya parted them without a second thought and ran her hands up and down his back, over his shoulders, and down his chest before reaching up. Trailing open mouthed kisses on his upper chest. She smirked when he let out a husky growl and felt a shiver run down her spine, causing her to smile, and cried out when he kept the same steady, slow thrusting pace. She squeezed his waist with her legs, her thighs tensing, and didn't want this to end soon either as she took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. "Harder, Mark…Just take me, sweetie…" She begged, pleaded, anything to get him to do it.