CHAPTER 18 – Little girls grow up
They arrived at the ranch under a pouring rain. Fresia couldn't see anything, she knew they had passed a gate, traveled along a private road and now were stopping in front of a huge building. Mark activated a remote and the car moved, till they were in a garage. The lights went on automatically as soon as the car made its entrance in the box. The door closed behind the truck, so they were safe from the thunderstorm. Mark got out while Fresia was looking around her and went to her door to open it. She smiled
"Thank you kind sir – she joked – can you help me to get out too, please? I'd need a staircase".
He chuckled, took her by the waist and deposited her on the floor. The pick-up was really huge, right for a man like Mark but surely not for a midget like her. A big black beast emerged from the depth of the garage throwing itself on them, especially on Mark who patted him, trying to calm his impetuosity.
"This is Damon, the most effective alarm system I know – he said making the introductions – come here so he can sniff you, he will recognize you as a friend from now on".
At first she was disoriented when the dog galloped on them, but now she approached him immediately. She adored animals, cats, dogs and horses in particular and stretched out her hands toward Damon's muzzle. He sniffed and then licked the hand, accepting her. Fresia patted him, talking sweetly and the dog laid down on his back so she could rub his belly.
"Mercenary" Mark grumbled, seeing that even his dog was taken by Fresia, just like him.
"Come on, I'll show you the house" he said.
She gave a last pat on the head of Damon and then followed him to a lateral door. They entered a vestibule with wooden panels on the walls and a natural stoned pavement. Mark hung his jeans jacket inside the fitted cupboard that took up an entire wall then did the same with hers. He opened another door, letting Fresia walk in the room first. She was dumbfounded. It was an enormous living room, divided in two by a fireplace. One side was furnished with soft sofas, a 50" TV color, two bookcases full of books, Cd's, DVD's, and a stereo system. The floor was covered almost completely with wool carpets in soft colors. Past the fireplace, to the other side of the room, there was a brickwork kitchen with innumerable set of shelves and doors.
"Fantastic – exclaimed Fresia – Will you let me use it? Please, please, please?" she said hopping on her feet.
Mark looked at her amused. "Of course you can use it. I told you I love Italian home cooking – he replied – Do you want to drink something?"
"No, thank you Mark".
"Then let's go upstairs so we can unpack and get comfortable" he said, indicating the stairs at the end of the living room, behind the kitchen. She followed him wordlessly, the nervousness pushing its way through her. They were alone now, but she loved Mark and everything would have gone well, she told herself. He entered a room and put the bags on the floor.
"Come in Squirrel, this is my room"
"Your room? Good Lord, it's bigger than my entire apartment in Italy! – she said astonished – are there more bedroom?" she asked. How huge was that house?
"Sure, there's three more bedroom, each with its private bathroom. Should I take your luggage in another one?" he asked cautiously. He didn't want to asphyxiate her, maybe Fresia needed to be alone for a little while.
"What?" she stopped looking around and focused on him.
"I hoped you would share this room with me. But if you prefer to have one all for yourself, it's fine" explained Mark.
She observed him, hair down on his shoulders and back, the powerful physique leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed, breathtaking green eyes looking at her, sexy mouth…. Did she want another room? Hell no! She wasn't a fool and couldn't wait to sleep in his arms.
"No Mark – she said getting closer – I don't want another room. I want to be with you".
Mark had heard enough and covered the space between them with a step. He put his hands in her hair, bent his head and kissed her. Languidly at first, slowly savoring the moment. But his body was screaming in desire and the kiss became famished, demanding. His hands went from hair to her face, shoulders, along her back opening the corset. Fresia felt the material fall at her feet, leaving her in just her black satin bra. She wasn't embarrassed, her hands moving on their own accord starting to caress Mark's chest, who grunted his approval. She unbuttoned his shirt completely, put her hand on his shoulder and pushed the shirt on his arms till it was at their feet on the floor.
"Now we are even" she murmured.
"No, not yet" he said before kissing her again while his hands worked with the bra's fastener. He sure had to have a lot of practice, because in just a few seconds the bra reached his shirt on the pavement. The sensation of skin against skin was incredible. Mark's hands were all over her body making Fresia vibrate, the thrills ending their journey in the middle of her sex. She was setting her panties all wet and smiled because this time her needs would have been satisfied.
He kissed her neck and shoulders, looking at her. She had her eyes shut and cling to him. She was beautiful, her round and firm breasts were of the right size to stay in his palm, just as he liked it. He opened her pants and made them slip along her legs, together with her black satin panties. When the clothes reached her knees, she lifter her legs alternatively and kicked them off. Now she was completely nude in his arms. He caressed her round buttocks, hips and breasts, then he pulled away leaving her confused. Why did he stop?
His hot look traveled all over her body, then he picked her up in his arms with ease and positioned her on the bed.
"You're beautiful Squirrel" he murmured
"Really?" asked Fresia amazed.
"Of course you are, let me show you how much" he replied kissing her, touching a soft globe and stroking the nipple with his thumb. Then his hand went lower till it reached her most precious area and started to caress up and down her slit. Fresia moaned in between kisses, his fingers were making her catch a glimpse of Paradise. She instinctively spread her legs further, giving herself to him.
It was like throwing petrol on a fire. Mark left her mouth and kissed his way down the neck till her breasts. He licked and nibbled her right round tit, while his fingers worked their magic between her thighs. Then he closed his mouth on a nipple and she panted, lost in an incredible pleasure. Mark moved his mouth to the other globe, and inserted a finger inside her. Fresia found it invading at first, but then got accustomed to the sensation and started to move her hips, to increase it. Mark kissed her again, then lifted her head to watch her.
"Now let me do, Squirrel. I want to eat you all, I'm dreaming about it since I saw you with that white dress on".
She looked at him confused, then understood what he was saying and blushed profusely.
He smiled. "Keep still and trust me ok?"
He kissed her, sucking her tongue with passion. Fresia let herself go, while he was leaving a trail of kisses along her body, till the center of her desire. Her embarrass dissolved at the first stroke of his skilled tongue on her clit. She gasped in pleasure and shoved her hands in his hair, writhing as Mark licked and sucked her mercilessly, driving her to orgasm. Mark was immersed in her scent and taste, totally concentrated in giving her pleasure and her moans were spurring him on to give her more. By now he was so hard, he thought the jeans would have ripped in front.
Fresia was on the edge of precipice, his mouth moving slowly and inexorable. Suddenly she tensed and she felt an explosion inside her. She rolled down the precipice at breakneck speed, her body shaking violently. Mark felt her orgasm and entered his tongue deeply inside her.
"Oh si…. Oh Mark" she groaned while the orgasm carried her away, leaving her languid and satisfied.
He moved over her, licking his mouth like a cat after tasting the cream. She was breathing hard, sweating, hair all over the pillow. She opened her eyes and smiled timidly at him.
"Oh Mark – she breathed – that was… wow". She couldn't find the words to describe what he made her feel.
He felt his shaft growing harder at her words. Hell if that girl couldn't always make him feel like a superman. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, taking them down and throwing them aside. He breathed in relief feeling the blood run in his lower parts again. Fresia was looking at him with lowered eyelashes, still in a daze after the orgasm. He took advantage of it, taking out his boxers quickly, remaining naked in front of her, in all his glory. Her eyes widened, taking the very first look of his manhood. She remembered the comments of Jessie and Nora about the proportions of their men and she understood fully what they meant.
"Mark – she began, sitting up and backing up a little – are you sure… I think it won't fit" she said a little frightened by his size.
He chuckled, bending over her. "Oh yes Squirrel…. I'll fit you" he replied, grabbing her ankle and pulling her under him.
"Trust me baby, you're ready for me now. I'm going to make you cum so hard…" he whispered, his hands caressing her all over again and Fresia let herself go. Yes, she trusted him. After all she was going to give herself to the man she loved and couldn't wait to find out what it was to be a woman.
He licked a nipple some more, while his thumb tormented the other one and felt Fresia started to get exited again. Then he positioned himself between her legs, a hand guided his cock at her entrance and started to push inside her. Fresia tensed, feeling his huge head trying to open her up. God, but he was big.
"Relax Squirrel" he murmured, retreating a little before penetrating her a little more. He did it again, going a little deeper every time. She was tight, hot, wet…. He lost control of his body and with a powerful thrust he sank inside her completely. Fresia cried out her pain, clutching his shoulders hard. She felt as if a burning iron was inside her. She gritted her teeth breathing deeply, to relax her stretched walls.
Mark stood perfectly still, inside her. He knew he had hurt her, he had heard her scream and now she was whimpering quietly, waiting for the pain to go away, her face buried in his chest. He kissed her hair, neck, ears, trying to soothe her pain, to reassure her with his deep voice. Little by little the ache faded and she became aware only of his voice, his heat, his sweet kisses. She lifted her face to look at him, smiling.
"Are you all right?" he asked, smiling himself
"Yes baby – she said – I feel you, inside me. You're so big…."
She couldn't finish the phrase, he growled his desire and started to move. She gasped a little but soon the discomfort gave place to a new sensation.
"Put your legs around me" he panted, making her understand how to move to increase that sensation, thrusting deeper and deeper. She did as she was told and started to move with him, following him. God, that girl was incredible. Mark couldn't think, couldn't breathe, all his senses focused on her, inside her. He intensified the pace, spurred by her moans. He felt the first contractions of her walls and knew she was close. He put a hand between them and started to touch her clit. She was mewing and squirming, opening her legs wider, driving him wild. Fresia felt a strange heat and an unknown sensation grew inside her, more and more, till it was almost unbearable.
"Let it go baby – he encouraged her, driving his length fast and hard inside her – I want to see you cumm… come one Squirrel".
She screamed, clinging to his shoulders, throwing her head backwards. She felt as if she was fainting while the orgasm washed over her, shaking her deep and leaving her weak. Mark watched her cum, her internal muscles were contracting so hard to almost hurt him… almost.
"Oh God…" she panted, amazed by what had just happened to her.
"No Squirrel… Mark" he corrected her, pumping inside her again and again, his own orgasm approaching fast. She looked at him, beautiful, magnificent in his lovemaking. He was on her, inside her, his long hair forming a curtain between them and the rest of the world.
"Ti amo, Mark" she said when he reached his peak, roaring his pleasure.
He carried on moving just a little bit inside her, then collapsed on her breathless, crushing Fresia against the mattress. She hugged him sighing happy. They stood like that for a few minutes, holding each other, calming down little by little. Then he leaned on his forearms, stroking her face, kissing her tenderly. What he felt was incredible, he hadn't reacted that way to no other woman before and wondered why in the hell he had waited so long to take her. He remembered her voice saying that she loved him, just while he was cumming hard and a wave of tenderness ran over him. He realized that probably he was crushing her with his weight and rolled on his side, taking her with him. He didn't know what to tell her, he wanted to ask her a lot of stuff, but was afraid to ruin the moment. It was her who broke the silence.
"Mark – she asked, cuddling in his arms – will it always be like this?"
He smiled at the ingenuous question.
"Beside the pain, yes. In fact I think it will be even better, after I'll show you a couple of things".
She hid the face in his neck, embarrassed while he was laughing, making fun of her. He kissed her, touching her body slowly, her back, her bottom, legs and knees. He reached her thighs and pressed his fingers against her hot sex, pulling them back soaked in her essence and blood, watching her grimacing in pain.
"Are you sore?" he asked. She nodded.
He stayed there to watch her a little, then stood up with her in his arms, carrying her in the bathroom. Fresia looked around her, the spacious room was furnished in green and dark cream. He filled up the Jacuzzi and put Fresia in the warm whirling water, stepping inside it himself and sitting down behind her.
"The hot water should help to ease the pain" he said.
"Oh, I'm afraid it will take me quite a lot – she answered mischievously – I like too much to be pampered. What would your fans say if they knew that The Undertaker is a sweet, nice Teddy bear?"
"I'm not as sweet as you think Squirrel and if you dare blabbing around about such things, I will Tombstone you" he threatened, tighten his hold on her.
"All right, all right my Lord – she squealed – Nothing will come out of my mouth in public, I swear…. In private, to the other hand…."
"It will be better in private, I can do everything I want to you, nobody will come to rescue you" he provoked her, nipping her shoulder.
"Well, nobody will in public too. Who would be so stupid to go against a big evil beast like you?"
They laughed together, relaxing and playing a little in the tub. When the water started to get cold Mark stood up and put his black bathrobe on. Then took a huge towel, wrapping Fresia in it. They dried each other then Mark lifted her in his arms going to the bedroom. He put the towel aside and laid her in the middle of the bed, then took off his robe and joined Fresia, covering them both with a light bedspread. The thunderstorm had made the temperature drop and they got comfortable under the blanket.
In a few minutes they fell asleep in that warm cocoon, holding each other.