Chapter 28

"W-What are you doing?" She managed to ask, seeing his eyebrow raise, and grabbed his arm to pull him on top of her. If he thought for a SECOND that's all that was going to happen tonight, he was out of his mind. She seen the darkening of his green eyes and smiled, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. "As much as I loved that," She paused, running her hand down his chest all the way to stroke him through his pajama pants. "I want this." She pulled him down to her for a hot, demanding kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolled him over on his back, not breaking the kiss.

"Oh, you're going to get it." Mark hissed through gritted teeth, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her hand, reaching down to pull her hand away, ignoring his body screaming at him to stop being stupid. "I want you to calm down first." He whispered, kissing her jaw line. "This way I can get you going all over again."

Jetta let her guard down for a moment and that was all it took as he rolled to where she was on her back again, those green eyes peering down at her. "I love you so much." She whispered, moaning softly as his lips massaged hers gently and hugged him around the neck, their bodies pressed together. She just wanted to be held while she calmed down, though the fire wasn't going away any time soon. Her heart rate would continue to increase with him just being near, did he not realize that? "I can't calm down with you near me." She whispered in his ear, pulling back to stare back into his eyes, chuckling softly. "Just one touch and I'm going for you, Mark."

"Maybe you calming down isn't the best of ideas then, is it?" Mark purred, biting gently at her collarbone, smirking when she groaned and did it all over again, this time flicking out his tongue to sooth the spot. "One touch…"

He ran the palm of his hand down from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts, finally splaying his hand against her stomach. Feeling the material of her lingerie against his skin, Mark knew that was soon going to have to come off. Gently of course, he didn't want to ruin it.

Every part of her body was engulfed in flames, especially when she felt his large hand splay against her stomach. "Mark please..." She whimpered out, not caring anymore, needing him to take her. The feeling of his teeth nipping her and his touch was nearly her undoing as she writhed against him, going out of her mind. "Please end the burning..." Jetta was pleading with him by now, already feeling herself coming apart, and desperately needed for him to take her before she took matters into her own hands. Her eyes were a dark blue, nearly black, clouded over with sheer desire and ecstasy, her mind in a thick passion haze.

His own body was threatening rebellion if he didn't end her agony or his. Simply nodding, he took her gently by the wrists and pulled Jetta into a sitting position, his hands moving to the bottom of her lingerie, carefully pulling it up over her head, not wanting to destroy this. It would definitely be used again if he had his way. Once she was completely naked, his eyes roamed her hungrily, the firelight dancing on her beautiful curves.

The only piece of clothing on her was the matching choker around her neck as she reached behind, unclasping it, and set it aside on top of the gift before turning her eyes back to his. Jetta moaned as soon as his lips met hers, allowing him to guide her down on the rug, the fire crackling at their sides, but nothing mattered. The only thing that mattered was this man on top of her, against her, and getting those pants off of him. Using her feet, Jetta massaged her tongue against his as she pushed them down his long, muscular legs, feeling him remove them the rest of the way, feeling him pull back as their eyes locked.

"Make love to me, Mark." She whispered, something she'd never asked of him before until now. Smiling when he nodded, Jetta felt his lips capture hers again, her legs parting of their own accord, wanting him more than life itself at the moment.

Those were words forever committed to memory, that was the first time she had ever requested that from him. Reaching between them, he brushed himself against her aching sex, his eyes closing at the feel of just how ready she was for him. Brushing his lips against hers briefly, Mark pressed his forehead to Jetta's, his eyes opening to meet hers as he slid inside of her.

No words were spoken as Jetta locked her eyes on his, her hands gripping his upper arms, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breathing heavy. This wasn't like all the other times, there was something significantly different about what was happening. He wasn't taking her forcefully, he was taking his time, and it only fueled the raging fire inside of her more intensely.

Jetta gasped when he was fully sheathed inside of her, still not used to his size and felt him pull her up to where her legs were wrapped around his waist, straddling his waist with him sitting up. Just the feeling of him inside of her, stretching her to her limits, was almost enough for Jetta to release. Almost. A soft moan escaped her lips as he kissed her again, wrapping her arms around his neck, and felt him slowly begin to move inside of her.

If Mark had thought it was torture before, just touching her body and arousing her, arousing himself with that as well, then this was...there were no words to describe it. He was burning, liquid fire coursing through his veins that was hotter then even the fire crackling merrily beside them. "I love you, Jetta." He whispered against her hips, a hand on the small of her back. Gradually, he increased the pace of his slow thrusts, his head dipping down to lay fiery kisses across her shoulders, neck, everywhere.

Slowly, Jetta began moving with him, her hands splayed on his broad shoulders, fighting back with everything inside of her not to quicken the pace, knowing that's not what he wanted. Honestly, that's not what she wanted either. This was exquisite, something Jetta knew she would never feel again, her eyes drifting closed as his lips sealed to her neck, one hand running up the back of his neck into his hair.

"I love you too, Mark." She breathed, slowly rolling her hips to meet him, knowing she was going to release soon just from this slow, torturous process and knew that's what he wanted, moans erupting from her sweet lips.

His beautiful, wild woman. Could there have been a better match for him in the entire universe? She completed him on every level. They were perfect together. They would clash angrily only to resolve the issue in the bed, which was going to change. Not completely, he wasn't giving up their straight out fucks, but he wanted more and he knew she needed more, whether Jetta knew it or not. Angling her hips just a bit, he began brushing against her sweet spot, feeling her thighs trembling against him and knew it would be soon.

There was no point in pleading for him to go faster and harder because that wasn't going to happen, Jetta already knew it. They moved in rhythm together, her head falling back only to come back up to brush her lips against his, his strong muscular hands caressing her back, arms and ass, holding her against him. Foreheads pressing together, Jetta cried out softly as her walls began tensing, her nails digging gently into his shoulders.

"Yes...Mark...oh yes..." She moaned out, the intensity from how slow this was mind boggling her.

He knew what he was doing to her and knew exactly how intense this was going to be for the both of them, fighting himself to just all out pound her till they both saw stars. "Jetta...cum for me, darlin'." He grunted, feeling her walls beginning to tighten around him, knowing they were nearing the point of no return. "Come on, honey, cum for me."

"Oh..." She gasped out, his words like beautiful music to her ears as Jetta nodded. "Together." She managed to get out, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together as she whipped her head back, her entire body beginning to tremble and knew this was it. "Mark!" She cried out, nodding, not stopping meeting him thrust for thrust and knew he was close. Her walls caved in as she shattered against him into a million pieces, milking him for everything he was worth, crying out his name again. "Oh Mark!" This time it was louder, her breath being stolen from her in another heated kiss.

Mark's breath had caught in his throat, he could only mouth her name. His heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second, feeling her cumming around him and had just exploded in her, filling her with his seed. "Jetta!" He finally roared, burying his face into the crook of her neck, his entire body trembling violently.

She held on for dear life, tilting her head back as his lips sealed to her flesh, both of their bodies coming together as one. The sound of her name coming from his lips never ceased to make her heart soar to the heavens and back again. They sat there for what seemed like an eternity, both trying to calm down and Jetta ran her fingers through his hair, her heart feeling like it was going to fly out of her chest at any given moment. She couldn't even speak, the intensity between them enough for both to know what just transpired as she slowly felt him relax against her.

"You don't know how much I love you, Mark." She whispered softly, wrapping her arms around his neck while he held her as tight to him as he could, neither wanting to let the other go.

"Mmm...More then words can say?" He murmured, brushing his lips against her hair, feeling the dying flames giving off a little heat.

Not that it mattered; they were both nice and toasty. Mark threaded his fingers through her honey blonde hair, wishing they could stay like this forever. Well, maybe almost forever.

Jetta giggled softly, nodding, pulling back to stare into his eyes and kissed his lips softly. "This is better than Sturgis." She stated, seeing his eyes widen slightly, and ran her thumb across his lips. "I've never felt anything like what we just had. You didn't just fuck me, you made love to me and made me feel complete in every way." She pressed her forehead against his. "Not that you don't already, but that was amazing." She started laughing as a thought entered her mind. "I bet you anything we're having a hotter time than Glen and Cayla and it's supposed to be THEIR honeymoon." She giggled harder.

Mark's lips curved into a cocky grin at that thought, already making a note to find out just how his bud's honeymoon had gone and then torment him. Snorting in amusement, he kissed her lightly. "I don't doubt that. Come on...as comfortable as this rug is...I'm old." He joked, carefully standing up, her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

"You can't be THAT old if you can handle me honey." She replied innocently and laughed when he growled, smacking her ass, only for her to purr back at him. "Mmm thank you may I have another?" She laughed when Mark shook his head, muttered something about being a smartass and carried into the bedroom, gently laying her down. Jetta scooted over and got under the comforter, immediately snuggling against his side and draped her leg over his, her arm over his waist. "Thank you for bringing me here. It was a wonderful surprise."

"You're welcome." Mark yawned, wrapping an arm around her. This had been a long day. The first half not so comfortable, the second even worse with everyone badgering them to tie the knot, make a dozen babies and settle down. The ending, however, made up for the entire spiel. "I figured we could both use a little getaway time."

"I never want to leave." She whispered, smiling when he chuckled, and yawned as he moved to where her back was pressed against his chest, knowing she wasn't comfortable laying the way she was. Mark knew her well and Jetta loved him even more, if that was possible. Entwining their fingers together, Jetta pressed a soft kiss to his lips before snuggling into the pillow and his strong body. "I love you, Mark." She whispered before drifting off into a deep slumber, even in sleep feeling his arms tighten around her.

Mark smiled, laying awake awhile longer, just combing her hair with his fingers. "I love you too, darlin'." He whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him, she was sound asleep. He'd have to tire her out like this more often. Finally, he closed his own eyes, falling asleep as soon as his lids closed.