I was touched and moved by the sincere honesty in his voice. Here he was, the most powerful and sexual man I'd ever known, who literally could bring life or death with a single touch, and he was asking if he could take off my bra, even though we'd made love dozens of times before and he already knew the answer. "Yes," I said, placing my hands over his. "I'm yours."
I let go of Mark's hands and he undid the clasp tenderly, exposing my breasts to the warm air of the belfry. They felt full and heavy, and I could see my lover's eyes draw to them, even as his hands trailed down my body to take a hold of the waistband of my panties. He blinked and grinned, looking for all the world like a little boy who just found his favorite thing in the world before him.
Mark slid my panties off before pulling his own briefs down, his hard cock bouncing in the golden afternoon sunlight. My own lips spread in a smile, as I saw the thing I enjoyed most in the world before me. "Very nice, Mr. Smiley."
We both laughed, and Mark took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he brought it closer and closer to my lips. It was so erotic to watch as he traced the blunt head up and down my lips, gathering my moisture on the pink tip of his cock. When he dragged it over my clit, a deep guttural rumble started in my chest and echoed through the room. He looked into my desperate eyes and nodded, lining himself up. "Hard or soft?"
"Hard," I barely whispered, "Give it to me rough" I added, after catching my breath.
Mark didn't disappoint, sliding himself in with one long, hard thrust that drove the breath from my lungs and sent sparks through my vision. Pausing just long enough for the flashes to dim, he pulled my legs up over his shoulders, pushing me deep into the mattress and pulling back before using his weight and the strength of his hips to pound into me, sheets of fiery lust coursing from my * to my head and back down. With my knees almost into my chest, I could only breathe in small, shallow sips of precious air, the lack of oxygen soon adding its own euphoric effect to the erotic buildup of energy.
I'm not into the whole erotic asphyxiation stuff, but if it was like this, then I guess I can understand the reason some people like it. There, pinned underneath Mark's muscular body, I could only submit to his power and his control. Pulling my arms up and over my head helped, giving me a bit more room, and I held my wrists there, crossed over my head. Mark's cock never stopped, the deep slaps of our hips creating a sharp cadence in counterpoint to my breathing and the rush of blood in my ears. His face was framed by what should have been the ridiculous sight of my feet and ankles next to his ears, but the look in his eyes bore deep into my heart and soul.
There is a reason that English has so many different words to describe the way that people can engage in sexual contact. I'm not talking just about words that describe the different actions or combinations. I mean the variations that carry with them the undertone of emotional content. Mark and I had done all of the consensual ones in the four months we'd been together. We'd fucked, we'd humped, we'd banged, we'd had sex, but this was my favorite. Despite the outer violence of our bodies slamming together, and the harsh sound of our breath as we both rushed towards our much needed climax, we were making love. The emotion in his eyes told me everything I ever needed to know about the man, and I could feel our souls come together and join, two becoming one.
My orgasm caught me by surprise, I was so lost in Mark's eyes and face. Suddenly my * tightened and then an explosion of pleasure ripped through me, my muscles clenching until it felt like a beautiful cramp flushed my entire body. I don't even know if I was making noise or not, my entire mind shut down temporarily from an overload of pleasure.
The next thing I could feel was Mark's body tightening and his cock emptying deep inside me, his own throat corded with effort as his own orgasm overtook him. I accepted the precious gift of his seed, and a thought flashed through my mind. I waited for Mark's breath to return before I gently pushed with my legs, the pleasure subsiding as my over-stretched muscles in my hips started calling for attention. "Oh, sorry," Mark said, climbing off of me and stretching out next to me on the narrow mattress. He gathered me in his arms and held me close, our scents mingling in the air. "I love you, my angel."
"I love you too," I whispered, letting my fingers play over his chest muscles. We lay like that for a few minutes before I worked up the nerve to voice my thoughts. "Mark?"
"Hmmm?" he asked, his chin in my hair. "Do you need to move?"
"No," I said, shifting to drape a thigh over his. "I wanted to ask you a question."
"Sure, go ahead."
"What would you think if I stopped taking my birth control?"
Chapter 4
Mark