Chapter 13

Staring into his emerald green eyes, Chalice felt the breath catch in her throat by how darkened over they became, and suddenly forgot her food. She looked into his soul as her blue eyes darkened instantly to a midnight blue and brought her hand up, gently stroking it with the back of it, and let out a shaky breath. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her pulse was racing. She never tore her eyes away from her husband. Too hypnotized by him and had been ever since they first made love.

Mark growled hungrily, turning his head to kiss the palm of her hand, working his way up to her fingers, sucking the juices from the fruits she had eaten off of them. "Delicious." He purred, his voice husky before kissing his way up her arm to her shoulder, burning a trail to her throat.

"Mark…" She whispered out throatily, her eyes drifting shut, and titled her neck up against his lips and tongue, embracing them. Her hand rested on his shoulder and trailed up to the back of his neck, massaging it gently while her fingers entwined in his hair.

"Yes darlin'?" He murmured in her ear, flicking his tongue out against it. He couldn't get enough of her, the feel of her hands rubbing him lighting his body on fire even more. Mark moved his kisses to the other side of her throat, growling as he pulled onto his lap.

"It feels so good…" She moaned out softly, running her hand up and down his chest and back down to where his shirt ended, slowly inching her hands up it. She moaned more at the incredible bare flesh she found and nodded in approval. "Simply divine. God I can never get enough of your body…" She whispered breathlessly, loving how with every small touch, his muscles twitched and rippled beneath it.

"Ditto, darlin'." He whispered gruffly, the feel of her small hands on his chest almost sending him into overdrive. He slowly moved his hands to her back, running them up and down, pulling back to look at her. "How do I take the dress off?" He asked, not wanting to ruin it.

"It unzips in the back." She breathed out, her head spinning from the amount of passion that was flowing throughout her body at the moment. When he couldn't do it, Chalice sighed as she stood up from his lap and turned around, her back to him, and slowly unzipped the gown. It pooled down her body to her feet, leaving her clad in her strapless silver bra and panties, which had suspenders to her thigh high nylons, and raked a hand through her hair. It wasn't a thong, but it was those sleeping shorts that rode up her ass and thighs. They were panties though as she slowly turned around to face him, her eyes boring into his soul.

Mark inhaled sharply, staring into her eyes for a few moments before rising onto his knees. He wrapped his hands around her ankles and slowly ran them up over her calves to her thighs, loving the feeling of her silky smooth flesh underneath his touch. Mark leaned forward, kissing where sky and nylon met, groaning at how warm she was. How good she smelled. Everything about her drove him crazy with love and passion.

Chalice could feel her body engulf in flames as she ran her hands through his hair, loving the silky, black tresses as they flowed from her fingertips, and sighed in contentment. Her eyes closed gently as his strong, muscular hands caressed her, bringing her closer to him, and smiled when he started raining feather soft kisses on her abdomen. Where their unborn child rested peacefully. Mark chuckled softly, pressing his forehead against her stomach before moving his kisses back down, kissing her throat her panties. His hands moved to her hips, holding her still so she couldn't move.

"I love you, Chalice Calaway…" He murmured in between kisses, meaning every single word that came from his mouth.

"I love you too, Mark Calaway…" She moaned out softly in reply and finally sunk down to her knees on the blanket before him, staring into his eyes. She reached behind, unclasping her strapless bra, and dropped it from her body as it landed on the blanket below. She then peeled his shirt off of him, running her hands up his chest to his shoulders, and passionately kissed him, pouring all of her love and feeling into it.

Mark laid back on the blanket, his hand skimming her ribs gently before moving them to massage her breasts, rolling her rosy nipples between his thumb and index fingers. He stared up into her eyes, loving her flushed cheeks, the way she was staring down at him, and whispered huskily, "You're so beautiful."

"And you're amazing…" She whispered back at him before leaning down, pressing her chest against his, their flesh touching, and kissed him again as she pulled away, pressing her forehead to his. "Take me, Mark. Make me yours completely. Make me the real Mrs. Mark Calaway." She pleaded, breathing raggedly from just how much emotion was stirring inside of her at the moment. It was the most intense, yet exquisite feeling she'd ever experienced in her life.

Groaning when he heard those words come from her lips, Mark rolled them over gently, careful not to hurt the baby. He ran his hands down to her hips, quickly shedding the rest of her undergarments before sliding out of his own jeans. He settled himself between her thighs, lowering his head to trail kisses on the swell of her breasts, alternating back and forth between them. How much desire he forced to course throughout her body. She ran her hands up his strong, muscular arms and titled her head back, her black hair pooling around her, and moaned softly as her eyes drifted shut. The stars were glistening down on them, along with the moonlight, giving them an incandescent glow, and the sounds of the waves crashing on the shoreline was almost enough to make her explode. It was that intense of a mixture and her body was overly sensitive with the pregnancy.

"Mark, you must be gentle, sweetie…" She rasped out, her breathing extremely erratic, loving how this man touched her. Made her feel.

Mark nodded, moving his kisses down to her belly, lavishing plenty of attention on the hardened little bump. He smiled again, nuzzling her stomach gently. Love coursing through him at the thought of this bundle they had created together. Mark kissed it one last time before burying his head between her legs, his tongue attacking her clit. He had to taste her before taking her and making her his forever.

"Mark!" She shrieked out, her body more sensitive than normal and could already feel herself sweating bullets. She raked a hand through her hair as she laid back on the blanket, her hair sprawled all over, and gripped his hair with her fingers. "Mark, please! Please, I can't handle it!" She breathed out in a pleading whimper.

He didn't answer her. Just moved his tongue down her slit, lapping up her juices, groaning at how great she tasted. Pure ambrosia. He slid his tongue inside her hot, dripping wet sex, moaning when her walls practically inhaled him, shivering at how turned on she was making him. The outdoor setting making it all the more erotic. "Mmm…Darlin', you taste like heaven." He murmured, his voice sounding like a low rumble from his chest, vibrating against her.

"Please…" She arched her body into him, her hips thrusting into him, and dug her fingers further in his arms. The feeling of his tongue in her walls, thrusting in and out of her, caused sensations to course throughout her body. Her thighs were shaking, trembling with anticipation. Her juices instantly soaked his tongue, her walls contracting around his tongue painfully. "Mark, I love you!" She cried out, gripping his hair even tighter as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

Mark didn't miss a drop, catching all her juices with his tongue, saving them, his darkened over green eyes fastened on her face. He held her hips lightly, rubbing them with his thumbs. Finally, he slowly move dup her body, keeping his weight off of her by bracing himself on his hands and forearms. He bent down to lightly brush his lips against hers, then licking his lips sagaciously. He loved how her essence could still be tasted when he licked them, groaning at the sweet taste.

Snaking her tongue out and licking away his sweet kiss mixed with her juices, Chalice's body shuddered beneath him as the ecstasy rose to new heights. She ran her hand up to his neck, massaging it gently, pressing her forehead to his, and gasped out sharply when his tip entered her. She couldn't believe just how sensitive she was, but knew it was because of the pregnancy. She bent her knees up, her feet pressed against the blanket, and felt him slide inside another inch, hissing out passionately. Mark gritted his teeth, taking it slow for her, feeling like his body had just entered a different plane of existence. One that was nothing, but the sensations he was feeling. A purely, sensual plane. "You feel incredible, darlin'." He whispered huskily, finally stopping when he was fully sheathed inside of her, giving her time to adjust.

Her walls rippled against him, contracting painfully, suffocating him, and her moans flowed through her mouth. She arched her body against him, gripping his upper arms with her hands, holding on for dear life. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her body trembling against his own, and tried to get rid of the burning sensation that was coursing throughout her walls. "Mark…" She choked out, the passion more intense than usual, and snaked her arms around his neck, holding him tightly to her, holding on with everything she had.

Mark buried his face in her hair, hissing, feeling like he would explode any minute now. Not even moving. Just the feeling of her walls contracting around him enough to push him towards the fine razor edge. "Chalice…" He groaned softly, his voice husky with passion. "Are you okay?" Concern laced his voice, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting her.

"Intense…" She whispered out breathlessly and nodded, not wanting him to stop or pull out of more to him, running her hands up and down his arms. "Please move before I go insane!" She pleaded, finally adjusting to his huge size, and nodded when he slowly began moving in and out of her. "Christ!" She gasped, her nails raking down his chest and ran her hands up over his shoulders and down his broad, muscular back.

Mark captured her mouth with his, tasting her lips before coaxing her mouth open, delving his tongue inside. Exploring her crevices and every inch of her mouth like it was the first time. The first kiss. Every time he kissed her though felt like the first time. She never failed to leave his heart racing and knees weak. His muscles rippled under her touch, flexing against her nails. Her touch only turned him on even more. He wrapped his arms around her, gently pulling her against his strong body, never changing the slow, methodical pace.

Chalice kissed her husband back as they became one, slowly rolling her hips against his, and held him tightly to her. She broke the kiss, breathing raggedly, and massaged his neck with her hand while their foreheads were pressed together. The cool night air blew over their heated, perspiration covered bodies, neither bothered by it. Each in their own world solely for each other. "Cum for me, Mark. I want to be yours forever…" She moaned out softly, moving her hips even more against him, and groaned when he started increasing the pace.

Hearing his wife's words sent him spiraling over that line. That razor sharp edge. He gritted his teeth, determined to feel her cum first, loving the feel of her coming undone underneath him. "Darlin'…" He grunted, moving in her at a faster pace, but not pounding away like he would have done normally. Enjoying this much more. His own body's senses heightened by the awareness that she carried their child, feeling her every delicate curve, every twitch, everything.

She started thrusting against him, wrapping her smooth, tanned legs around his muscular waist, and gritted her teeth. The sensations were too great. The feelings too wonderful for her to ignore. The pregnancy was causing her to feel things tenfold, which caused her body to shudder uncontrollably beneath him. Her nails dug into his arms as she gripped them and felt her first orgasm wash over her. Crashing intensely and cried out his name as he rode it out, cumming a second time right after that.

Mark had barely rode out her first orgasm, struggling with his body as she gripped him like a vise. When she immediately rolled into a second one, he knew it was done. "Chalice!" He growled out, snapping his hips a final time, shooting his seed deep inside of her, filling her with it, his breathing coming in harsh gasps.

"Mark!" She shrieked out, her entire body and existence shattering beneath him, and shuddered as she tightened her grip on his arms even more. After cumming three more times, one crashing right after the other, Chalice finally fell back on the blanket, breathing erratically. Her eyes glistened with the stars above as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her heart was thundering against her chest and her pulse was racing like a speeding bullet. She could hardly breathe as she coughed a little and pressed a hand to he stomach, taking slow, deep breaths.

Rolling off of her, Mark almost went right off the blanket, but didn't, his own breathing sporadic. He had to sit up, drawing it deep breaths, forcing air into his passageways. Finally, he looked down at her, his emerald orbs back to normal as he studied her and whispered, "You're so beautiful, Chalice."

"You're…amazing." She breathed out, rolling over on her side, and finally felt herself calming down after ten straight minutes. She looked up at him, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and reached her hand up, stroking his face gently. "I can't believe we're actually here…" She whispered, her blue eyes sparkling and filling with tears of happiness. She didn't mean to cry, didn't want to, but Chalice honestly thought this day and night would never happen.

"Believe it, darlin'." Mark murmured, bending down to kiss her tenderly. He lay on his side, reaching out to stroke her stomach, and held her tightly to him. "I love you, Chalice."

"I love you too, Mark." She replied softly, scooting over to him, and draped an arm over his stomach as she rested her head on his chest, breathing in deeply. She closed her eyes, envisioning their love making. Envisioning becoming the TRUE Mrs. Mark Calaway, and smiled in satisfaction.