Chapter 37

He said it with so much heart and feeling, how could Jetta ever doubt him for a second that he loved her? Jetta smiled as she ran her hands down his chest, bringing water up with her. "I love you too, Mark." She replied, knowing he had her heart. He had everything; her heart, mind, body and soul. It was all his to do with as he wished. He cherished it and she knew that, which caused her love for him to grow even more. They had been through a lot of trials and tribulations, but one thing was certain, their love for each other never faltered for a moment and it never would. "I need you." She whispered against his lips, foreheads pressed together.

"How much?" Mark murmured, his tone clearly stating he was meaning past the sex.

Sex, in her life, emotionally; all of it. How much did she honestly need him? She was his life, his air, he couldn't breathe without her. He wouldn't want too. Jetta had shown him how much he had been missing, she had filled a gap in his life he hadn't even been aware of. Losing her was the worst thing he could possibly imagine, he'd rather die.

"More than anything in the world." She whispered, knowing what he meant, and ran her thumb across his cheek as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You are my world, Mark. I can't live without you. I don't even want to even think about trying. I'm nothing without you." The barriers around her heart were mere dust now and her pride was being thrown out the window. She wanted him more than the air she breathed. Hell, he was her air. He was her total existence. "I want to be with you forever."

No other man made her feel this way, completed her, showed her passion beyond her wildest dreams except him. He was the needle in the haystack she'd been searching for and he proved it every day and night they were together, every time they made love, every time they just laid in bed talking about their nights at work and about the future. He truly was the center of her universe.

That was what he'd been hoping to hear. "Good." Mark grunted before claiming her lips with his, kissing her passionately.

The heat between them surpassed the hot water they were sitting in; the hottest inferno. Nothing would ever match their passion for each other physically, emotionally or mentally. He shifted so he wasn't pressed back against the tub, his hands roaming her hair, back and ass.

She moaned against his lips, knowing her answer was more than satisfying. Jetta felt his lips trail down her jaw line to her throat, nipping at it and tilted her head back, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her nails dragged up his back, barely grazing skin, remembering his earlier words. He wanted to make love to her, not fuck. The mixture of the hot water combined with their bodies was almost Jetta's undoing as she felt his lips caress her upper chest, slowly making his way down and moved, brushing against him.

"Oh Mark..." She whimpered, desperately seeking for some relief as the fire inside of her grew, overtaking every nerve ending and portion of her body.

Even garden tubs weren't conducive for this given his size. Mark finally moved so he was behind her, gently guiding Jetta so she was resting against the side of the tub, placing a towel underneath her chest so she didn't bruise and moved behind her, running a hand down her exposed spine. He was now on his knees, enjoying the view of her exposed sex, trailing a finger down until he was almost touching her where she wanted to be touched the most. Veering off course, he ran his hands up both of her thighs, feeling her trembling.

Her eyes drifted closed, the feeling too exquisite for words, knowing he was doing this purposefully to torture her. Jetta moaned as his hand ran up and down her back, her long flowing hair hanging over her left shoulder, the tips wet from her earlier position. "Mark, please stop teasing me..." She begged him, knowing she couldn't touch herself without completely finishing the job.

Her pussy was quivering as she gripped the tub's edge fiercely, her entire body trembling with anticipation. She nearly cried out when his finger brushed against the clit, feeling it pulsating with need, craving for a release. Only when Mark was ready would she get it though and licked her lips ardently.

He had time, he could make love to her now, and then torment her some more directly after in the bed. One hand moving to grip her hip, he used the other to position his cock at her soaking wet entrance. Smirking, he ran his tip up and down, teasing her by pressing in a bit before pulling away. Leaning down, he kissed the base of her spine before sliding into her, hissing as her heat engulfed him.

She nearly came just by the feeling of him filling her, but managed to fight it back, whipping her head back, honey blonde flying with her as she pressed her back against his chest. Nothing mattered except this moment as her eyes drifted closed, wanting to savor this, and wrapped her arm around his neck while his large hand splayed against her stomach. Her head relaxed on his shoulder, crying out when he began moving in and out of her slowly, methodically, remembering how they were in the cabin. It felt just like that and there was no animalistic nature involved, just loving caresses and kisses, touching, exploring.

Mark was exploring her body with a gentle touch, his fingertips skimming her ribcage and back up again. His hands cupped her beautiful breasts, molding them to his palms, gently pinching her nipples and felt them harden under his touch. "You feel so good, darlin'." He whispered huskily in her ear, the water lapping at the sides of the tub with their movements.

"So do you..." She moaned out, the ecstasy washing over her and craved for him to just drive into her, knowing that wasn't going to happen though. She moved back against him just as slowly, fighting back that raging urge and turned her head as their lips met in a fiery kiss, increasing the pace a little bit. She could feel that hot coil inside of her ready to spring at any given moment. Even slow, passionate love making sent her mind spiraling toward the edge of insanity. She felt him slide out of her and groaned, turning around and felt his hands clamp on her sides before lifting her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Jetta felt him lift her from the tub, walking toward the bedroom. Jetta kissed him passionately as her back met the bedding and gasped when he filled her again, locking her ankles around his waist. "Oh Mark, oh right there...oh please, just a little harder..."

"No." He whispered gruffly, knowing she was slowly going insane from this and, to be honest, so was he. "Not yet, love." Mark bent down, capturing a pert nipple in his mouth, tugging gently with his teeth before swirling his tongue around the peak. Moving slowly to the other breast, Mark lavished the same attention there, not wanting to leave one inch of her body untouched. His hands moved underneath to lift her hips, angling her so he could brush against her sweet spot.

Insane wasn't the word. She was going out of her MIND with passion as she gripped his arms, her back arching from the bed, moving slowly with him as his lips and tongue blazed a fiery trail down her chest; the valley of her breasts, to her stomach before slowly moving up again. Jetta's legs fell from his waist, her feet planting on the bed as he drove in deeper, keeping the same pace and whimpered as she moved her head back and forth. She couldn't handle this, her body was burning with the need for him to put out the fire. Her entire body trembled against him as his hardened shaft slid fully from her body and then back in, filling and emptying her all in the span of a few seconds. It was blissful agony.

Sweat was beading on Mark's body, his face determined as he concentrated on keeping the pace he was at. He could feel Jetta's body quivering against his and cursed into her neck, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. Gripping her wrists in one hand, he pinned them over her head, bending down to kiss her lips. His tongue demanded entrance to hers as he began increasing the pace, beginning to give her -and him- what they both really wanted.

This was sheer torture, she couldn't even touch him! All thoughts of sleep were gone as Jetta kissed him back, moaning uncontrollably, feeling him increase the pace before pulling her up as her arms fell around his neck. Her legs were wrapped around his waist again as their lips met once more, her fingers running through his hair, down his shoulders and arms, his muscular chest...Jetta was in heaven.

"Mark..." She breathed out, taking him hungrily as she began moving with him, the same position he had her in back at the cabin. In this position, both of them had equal power, equal passion, everything was equal and she loved it as she began rolling her hips against him, her walls slowly beginning to cave in.

"That's it honey, cum for me." Mark urged, his hands caressing her back, muscles rippling under her every little touch. "Cum all over me, Jetta, I wanna feel you, darlin'." His usually toned down accent was seeping through, thick with desire as he made love to her. "Cum with me, Jetta, come on, darlin'." He thrust into her harder, bouncing her on him.

Her cries of passion echoed off the walls as Jetta completely lost control, grinding as hard as she could against him, gripping his shoulders while tilting her head back, using every muscle she could to bring her to the edge of the abyss. She needed it and gritted her teeth, concentrating, though she was already soaking him. He wanted her to cum with him and knew he was close.

"Mark!" She shrieked out, beginning to feel the mirror within her shatter, knowing as soon as she did completely release he would be right behind her or doing it the same time as her. "Oh god! I'm cumming Mark! Mark please!" She kept rocking her hips and finally whipped her head back, her nails digging into his shoulders, screaming out his name as her orgasm tore through every pore of her body, not stopping as her scorching juices engulfed him.

Mark was cumming too, bellowing out her name as he thrust rapidly into her, a couple short jabs and exploded. His seed sprayed against her back walls, coating her, filling her as only he could. "Fuck, Jetta..." He moaned, burying his face in her neck, still pumping in her, feeling her walls clinging to him tightly, caving in around him, his own body trembling from the intensity.

The fire was now embers, simmering down as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, holding on for dear life, the explosion between them as intense and violent as ever. "I-I love you... I love you, Mark..." She rasped out, slowly pulling back to stare into his eyes and kissed him as they both tried coming down from the heavens, from the heights that only they took each other too. Jetta clung to him, running her hands up and down his arms, trying to calm him down while her head rested on his shoulder. Both of their bodies were coated in a mixture of perspiration and water.

Mark rolled so he was lying on the bed, on his back, pulling her down on top of him, stroking her back while they both calmed down. "I love you too." He whispered, not trusting his voice to not crack. He could feel her heart beating a furious tattoo in her chest, his own just as bad, knowing she could feel it as well. "You'll be the death of me, darlin'." That would be one hell of a way to go though.

"Ditto." She whispered and snuggled into his chest, smiling when he rolled her over to where she was on her side and he was spooned up against her.

Mark always knew what to do to make Jetta comfortable, another reason why she knew he was the one for her. A long yawn escaped her as his massive arm wrapped around her body, pulling her close, the sheets draped over them a moment later. Lacing their fingers together, Jetta closed her eyes and was out in a matter of minutes.