He could see the dusky outline of her ni**les, which hardened to peaks as his eyes roved over them. He could see the outline of her legs all the way up to her most intimate of places. Before he even knew what he was doing, he started walking towards her.
He was slow and steady as he took those few paces that separated them. Her eyes never wavered from his as he made his approach. It was like they were both in some inevitable trance. He reached his hand up and brushed back the escaped tendrils of her hair, which were floating in her face.
She couldn’t contain the sigh that escaped her lips, when his fingers made contact with her burning flesh. She started leaning toward him in an unspoken invitation. That was all the prompting he needed.
He wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her tightly up against his nearly naked body. The other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, tilting her head up, giving him access to her full lips.
He gave her a moment more to turn him away. It would kill him if she denied him but he would never force a woman. When the moan escaped her moistened lips, he finally brought them both the satisfaction they wanted and brought his lips down to hers.
She had thought the kiss would be urgent, like it was in the pool but was surprised when his lips barely brushed hers. She moaned again and raised her hands to grip his neck, pulling him closer to her. She wanted to feel him pressed against her in every single way. She had no time for regrets, she wanted him and she needed him to fully kiss her and take the ache away.
He finally gave them what they both wanted and crushed her lips underneath his. He tilted his head, opening her mouth wider, so he could slip his tongue inside. Their tongues mated, as their hips ground together, mimicking lovemaking.
He let out a moan as she pushed her softness into his engorged manhood. His hand ran down the round perfection of her backside, until it found the hem of her nightgown. Then he slowly inched his way up her silken thighs, until he was gripping her, pulling her even tighter against him.
He let out another long moan, as he realized she wore nothing under the wisp of a nightgown. The only thing that separated him from entering her right then was the extremely thin cotton of his boxer shorts.
He suddenly swung his arm under her thighs, picking her up in his arms. He never broke contact from the passionate kiss they were sharing. He carried her the few feet to his balcony door and walked over to his bed, where he laid her down.
He stripped off his boxers and then her robe in two quick motions and lay next to her on the soft comforter. His hands were roaming all over her body. He couldn’t touch her in enough places. He found every pleasure point on her and almost ended things before they had even begun, as she cried out her pleasure.
He finally tore his lips from hers, so he could trail them down her smooth throat. He licked and nipped at her erratically beating pulse and then made his way down to her generous br**sts. She was so curvy and beautiful. Her dusky pink ni**les were beaded and shining in the moonlight. He licked around their hardened peaks, before drawing first one and then the other deep into his mouth.
Emily’s body jerked off the bed as he continued to lick and suck his way slowly down her torso. He circled her slight belly button and then moved lower. As his hands kneaded her thighs and his teeth grazed her skin, she cried out more and more. Then he gently soothed her flesh with the flick of his tongue.
When he finally spread her legs apart and kissed her intimately in her most sacred place, she begged him to love her. “Please Mark, please I need you inside me,” she cried out. With one more flick of his masterful tongue her entire body jerked up and sweet heavenly release washed throughout her.
She couldn’t have even lifted her head; the pleasure was so great and encompassing. He slowly kissed his way back up her body and flicked her still tender ni**les, making stirrings start to occur in her core again.
She didn’t understand how she could possibly need or want any more after the pleasure she’d just received but as he brought their mouths back together, she could feel the heat stirring inside of her again.
He lay on top of her, pressing himself into her heat. She could feel him throbbing against her aching opening. She opened up even further so he could finally join their bodies together but he still held back.
He ran his hands down over her hips and then flicked her aching nub, as his tongue danced with hers. She became fully aroused again and lifted her hips up, begging with her body for him to join them together. She couldn’t believe the whimpers she heard were coming from her own throat.
He slipped his finger inside her, testing her body, seeing if she was ready for him. When he felt she was as ready as he was, he finally stopped the torture and in one swift thrust he was deep inside of her. She cried out in pleasure and wiggled her hips, wanting more.
“Give me one minute,” Mark begged her.
Emily felt a power unlike anything she’d ever felt in her life. She’d made this big, strong man beg her for mercy. It was a euphoric feeling and she wiggled her hips again and smiled as she saw the sweat bead on his forehead.
He saw her smile and matched it with a wicked one of his own. “You are quite the tease aren’t you?”
He then started thrusting in and out of her with speed and there was no way she could’ve squeezed any words past her tightened throat. He held her close as he kissed her, simultaneously thrusting in and out of her body. She lost all sense of time, dizzy in the immense feelings building higher and higher inside her.
He thrust in again and her body convulsed around him, as her pleasure seemed to stretch on and on. With a groan he pushed into her one last time, before he shuddered and then collapsed on top of her. They were both breathing heavily and neither of them seemed to have any energy to move.
He finally shifted their bodies and pulled her half on top of him and half lying next to him. He was unwilling to let her go. He brought the cover up to keep the chilled night air off her body and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her against him.
“I should go,” she said sleepily, though she didn’t try and move.
“Not yet.”
She didn’t have any energy to argue with him and told herself she would get up in a few moments. She would allow herself to rest her eyes for a minute. They were so heavy and she couldn’t seem to keep them open.
Emily woke up and stretched her sore muscles. At first she was confused by the stiffness of her body and then the night came back to her like cold water splashed in her face. She sat straight up in the unfamiliar room and looked around.