by Erin Havoc
MARK
My hand on her thigh, I gun the accelerator as we drive down back to my place. It’s a short ride, and I don’t stop touching her for a second.
After all, how could I? I can still taste her on my tongue, and my mouth salivates with the thought of kissing her more, and again and again.
She’s still breathing hard, licking her lips as she looks at me with shifting eyes, full of desire. The swell of her breasts heave, and I have to pry my eyes from her as I park.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The words escape my lips without my noticing, but they’re the truth.
Amber blushes, that adorable color taking her cheeks. Before we enter the building, I don’t hold back — I press my hands on her face and I kiss her again.
She mewls against me, holding me around the hips in an intimate gesture. Before the kiss gets too heated up, I guide her into the apartment block and up the elevator to my place.
My hard-on pains me with how much I want to rip her clothes off and take her, but I know I can’t be hasty. I can’t ruin this.
Yes, I know we’ll have a million other fucks in our lifetime together, but there’s only one first time.
The primal beast inside me growls for me to claim her. To tear her leggings off and run my hands up her thick thighs and bury my cock deep inside her. Clenching my teeth, I force that beast at bay — for now.
The kiss I press against her lips is soft as I walk her into my room. My hands are gripping her hips for dear life as I kiss down her jaw to her neck, tasting the mix of her fragrance and sweat. Sticking my tongue out, I lick a stripe up the column of her neck and groan to her taste.
She takes a step back, though my hands are still on her hips. She stretches a cute, apologetic smile for a moment.
“What is it, baby?” I ask her, hoping she hasn’t read my mind and I’m scaring her away.
She bites the corner of her lip and my cock twitches.
Down, boy.
“I need to shower first. I’m covered in sweat.”
I cock my brow. “I don’t care. Even your sweat tastes amazing, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head, the ponytail whipping behind her. “I really want my first time to be perfect. I’d rather shower.”
I give her a towel and show her the bathroom as the words sink in. Her first time. She’s been waiting for me. She’s been waiting for me to show up and claim her.
I’m honored. I’m deeply humbled by this, and that’s one more fact that proves that we were made for one another after all.
Her shower is quick and I’m sitting on my bed, only in my boxers, waiting. My heart hammers as I hear the door opening and her steps approaching.
The sight I have before my eyes is nature’s perfection.
Amber stands by the door, her dark-red hair cascading down her pink shoulders. She’s biting the corner of her lip again, a fluster crossing her cheeks, and all she’s wearing is the towel.
I cannot put into words how hard it is not to take her at that moment. This woman is a constant challenge, and how the hell does she manage to look better every time I look at her?
My cock threatening to rip my boxers, I swallow. Taking deep breaths in, I motion for her to approach. She walks between my legs and my hands come up to her thighs.
Her skin is creamy smooth and her legs are a dream. She leans down and I capture her lips with mine, kissing her hard though my touch is soft.
Amber is moaning against me a moment later, her hands coming up to my shoulders. She explores my arms and my back and chest as I run my hands up the towel and pull it open.
The towel drops to our feet and I devour her beauty with my eyes.
She’s perfect.
Heavy tits peaked with rosy, hard nipples I’m ready to put my mouth around. So I don’t waste my time. I stretch my neck and capture one between my lips, pressing her orbs together.
“Oh, Mark,” she cries, gripping my hair at the base and pressing her chest against my face.
I flick her nipple with my tongue, and I take a deep sniff in, savoring her taste and her natural smell. She’s as sweet as I expected, and I’m sucking her nipples as I bring a hand around her hip to palm at her backside.
Yes, as perfect as expected. This woman is a goddess.
And I’m going to adore her. Every curve and every dip, and every inch of her perfect body.
I pull her to my lap and she straddles me. Her sweet pussy presses over my aching cock, and I’m dying to enter her, but I still have to make her come. That was the promise.
So I brace my hands on her backside, stand up and slowly lay her down the bed. Amber gasps as she hits the covers and raises her hands to hide her breasts.
I kiss her face and her eyes and her hands. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re perfect.”
Blushing, she drops her hands as I adjust between her legs. I order my brain to memorize every one of her curves, and I groan in satisfaction at her sprawled on my bed.
She licks her lips, her eyes glued to the bulge in my boxers. “I want to take you on my mouth, Mark.”
A growl leaves me. “Don’t say those things, baby. I’m dying to fuck you but I have to make you come first.”
“You made me come on the gym,” she stretches a tentative smile and I can tell she’s holding back. She’s shy and unsure, and I need to show her we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Kissing my way down the slopes of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples and over her belly, I look up at her, meeting a darkened gaze. “Only once. And you can be sure, Amber, I’m making you come so hard and so many times you’ll be screaming my name.”
She gasps softly as I turn to kiss her mound and part her legs, bringing my lips to her inner thigh and lower, to her sweet pussy.
Amber creates a symphony of sounds in my bedroom as I taste her and kiss her. She trembles and quivers with every flicker of my tongue on her, with every suck on her sweet nub. Every layer of shyness and uncertainty I have seen in her drops, and she blooms, revealing herself.
“Oh, Mark! Mark!” She calls my name over and over, louder and louder, and her hips start to buck against my face. Her hand comes down to my hair, and she grips hard, and I know we’ll be perfect together. I’ll learn how to play her so she’ll create the most beautiful symphonies.
“Come to me, baby,” I groan against her and as if her whole body waited for it, she comes. She cries out and presses herself against my face and she rides that wave, curling her toes on the sheets. I let her, tasting her juices and drinking from her until she’s satisfied.
Quickly, I slip off my boxers. My cock’s been ready for a long while, and her taste on my tongue is not helping. The head is swollen and dripping cream, and it begs for release.
Amber blinks sleepy eyes at me, but once she sees my member, her green orbs widen. “Wow, you’re big.”
“I’ll go slow, baby,” I tell her. “Don’t worry.”
Dropping above her, she parts her legs to receive me and my head finds her entrance. We groan with the contact and her hands come to my shoulders.
She shakes her head. “I’m not worried. I trust you.” She parts a grin next, “And I really want it.”
This woman. I love her so fucking much it hitches my breath as I lean and kiss her, hard and thoroughly, sucking her lip between my teeth. She groans, rolling her hips, trying to make me enter her.
I let her mouth go, looking straight into her eyes. “I want to see you when I enter you.”
She licks her lips, nodding. “Please, Mark. I’m so ready.”
I can’t wait another moment. My whole body drums in expectation, my heart kicking my ribs until I’m out of breath.
Slowly, I press my hips against her, parting her lower lips so I can enter her. She gasps and curls her fingers on my shoulders but the face she makes is not one from pain.
No, it’s utter bliss. And I feel it too — the connection. And I want more.
I want everything.
 
; 9
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AMBER
The pain is almost non-existent as he enters me. I’m so wet, so ready, all I feel is bright pleasure.
The head of his fat member forces for a moment then slips in easily. I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. He’s big, but it hurts nothing. No, it completes me. It makes me full as if I’ve been missing a piece.
Mark enters me to the root, slowly but without ever halting. Moans leave me non-stop, and I’m so full it’s unbelievable.
“You alright?” He asks, softly, though I can see he’s holding back.
I nod. “I’m feeling perfect. This is perfect.”
He leans, kissing my cheeks. “You’re perfect.”
The feeling of being completed by him makes me gasp with how amazing it is, but there’s pressure inside me, a longing heat I need to attend to. So I roll my hips.
“Please,” I cry, looking up at him.
He kisses my face again. “I just noticed something, baby.”
“What?” Frustration colors my words as he’s still not moving. I want him to take me completely, to get me up there again, and to come inside me.
“I’m bareback. Do you want me to put a condom on?”
The fact we’re so close, so desperate for this, and he offers to stop to pull a condom on endears him to me even more. He’s so deeply worried about me, about how I feel and what I want, all the time.
I make the decision in a heartbeat.
I shake my head. “No. I want you like this. I want to feel you coming inside me.”
My words seem to break something inside him. His eyes darken, his pupils flaring with lust. He growls, a feral sound leaving his throat, as he begins to move.
He enters a rhythm quickly enough, and I know that what broke inside him was his restraint. I open my mouth, and let the sounds overflow from me, louder, and I call his name and I claw at his back.
Mark fucks me, precise moves as his head hits a sweet point inside me and I’m rolling my hips and crying out, begging, begging for another release.
I never knew a girl could come only from sex. And here I was, climbing higher as he fucked me harder, his teeth bare and his jaw clenched.
Mark leans back and I claw at his perfect chest and his six-pack and I’m grinning like a pervert. But I don’t care. He’s mine and I’m his, and I want him forever.
He grips my hips, his gaze rolling down my body, taking in my bouncing breasts and the apex of my thighs where we meet.
“Fuck,” he roars and I claw harder at him. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I buck back, moaning unabashedly as he takes me. Claims me.
And I want him, I need him to mark me.
I’m muttering non-sense along to his name, and I’m grinding hard against him. It’s savage and feral and primal, and I’m so close again.
“Almost there,” I tell him, eying him through half-lidded eyes.
“Me too,” he says. “But you come first. Always.”
His words set me off and I’m blinded by the bright lights that explode on the back of my lids. I cry out and I scream his name, raking my nails down his chest as I quiver, my whole body out of control. Another orgasm shakes me before the first draws back, and I’m a shivering, trembling mess as he still thrusts inside me.
With a hissed fuck escaping his lips, Mark comes inside me, and I feel every rope of his thick cream painting my walls and marking me.
Marking me as his. Marking me forever.
My heart beats so hard its beating is all I hear. I barely notice when Mark exits me and lays by my side. My mind is hazy and I’m floating.
I’m still coming down from that high as he pulls me against his chest. His lips come to my ear and he kisses me softly.
“I love you,” he murmurs, as if afraid to break that spell.
The words fill me to the brim with happiness. I tear up, looking at him from over my shoulder. The look on his face is soft and honest, and I can read in his eyes it is the truth.
He cares not we just met. He doesn’t care for a thing apart from the fact we’ve found each other.
“I love you too,” I tell him, and I feel the words deep within me, resonating with my very soul.
He kisses me again and again, and I’m ready to take this step. To walk the rest of my life next to this amazing man.
10
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MARK
Morning never felt so amazing.
I have dropped my appointments for the rest of the day and had dinner with Amber. We binge-watched a new series the two of us were interested in; we talked about ourselves and our plans for the future, and we fucked once more.
This can’t get any better, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
But morning comes and her plump lips are wrapped tight around my cock. I groan with the wet pressure as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. She eases up a moment later, sucking me to my head-cock as I look down at her.
Her green eyes glisten with mischief. I grin.
“Morning, baby,” I try, my voice coming out hoarse.
She takes me back again and mutters what I believe is “good morning”, the sound vibrating around my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my head dropping back. Amber picks up speed, her small hands curling around the base of my member. She sucks me off greedily, her eyes glued to mine.
This woman is the epitome of hotness.
I groan again and one of her hands drop from my member to cup my balls. I’m fisting the sheets with the amazing feeling, my orgasm not far off.
My hips pump on their own as I feel that known tingle in my balls. “Baby, I’m about to come.”
She hums in appreciation, and that pretty much does it. I’m holding back, waiting for her to pull out, but she doesn’t. She wraps her lips around me and pumps harder and harder until I cannot hold back any longer.
With a grunt, I explode inside her mouth, over and over. Amber stops, and I’m afraid I’ve surprised her, but I hear her swallowing a moment later.
Though I’m way older than her, I’m gawking as she climbs me. “Good God, woman, you’re really good at this.”
“Really?” She puts a strand of red hair behind her ear. “It was my first time, I was hoping it would be alright.”
I scoff. “This couldn’t have been your first time.”
“It was,” she nods, her eyes clear as she smiles up at me. She doesn’t blush, and I know she’s grown used to me, to us, even if we’ve been together for less than a day.
“You keep surprising me,” I tell her, running my hand up and down her arm. “Yes, you’re perfect, and I already know it. But you keep giving me more and more reasons, showing me again and again how we were made for this.”
She smiles. “We are, right? I can’t even believe we’ve known each other for a day.”
“Right? And everything works perfectly.”
She drops to my side, snuggling against my chest, and sighs. “I have to go to work.”
“You sure? Don’t you think you can skip it? Just today.” I’m about to tell her she could just drop working at all for I have money enough for the two of us. But she’s told me how much she enjoys being a designer, and I’m not making her giving up on her dreams. My priority in life has become her happiness.
She shakes her head. “No, I have some projects to check today.”
I sigh dramatically. “Alright. If you insist. Then we can go out for lunch.”
“Sure,” she grins, propping herself up in an elbow. “There’s that Chinese restaurant I told you about.”
“Oh, it’s right next to the gym. You can meet me there and we’ll go together.”
She nods, grinning brightly. Her smile is so beautiful I have to lean in and kiss her.
My cock hardens against her once more — it’s inevitable, what can I do? Amber pulls back, giggling.
“I have to go,” she says, and I stop her before she gets up for another kiss.
Amber shower
s as I make breakfast for us. We eat together, though quickly, but I manage to snap a couple of pictures of us before she leaves. I want her face on my phone so I can stare at her throughout the day, before I can see her again.
Our first pictures together. My heart is full as I upload a couple to my Instagram, subtitle it “Love of my life,” and tag her. Anxious about seeing her again, I go on with my day and start my shower.
Noon can’t arrive fast enough.
11
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AMBER
I’m a bit early, but I’m sure Mark won’t mind.
In past dates, I’ve been careful with how early I was. Too early means desperate. Late means I don’t care enough.
None of this mattered in the end for I only ever dated douches who thought fat girls never say no.
There are no words to define how happy I am. I walk on clouds from work to the gym. I’ve been staring at our picture together for a while now. Mark has messaged me a couple of times during the day, and I can’t wait to see him again.
He makes me feel like nothing but love matters. Not if I get here early or late, not what I’m wearing, not what we’ve done in life.
He makes me feel like I belong to him.
I’m training myself not to wonder about how good this is to be true. I’m constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He is perfect. And I’m so lucky to have found him.
As I wait by the gym’s entrance, I step aside so a girl can enter. The girl gives me a once-over, one of those looks that make my stomach churn. Trying to ignore it, I read through Mark’s messages again.
The girl stops by the receptionist’s desk. “Hey, Sara.”
“Hey, girl. How are things hanging? Thought you’d never come back.”
I’m trying not to overhear other people’s chat, but it’s hard when I’m standing so close and they’re talking so loud.
“I wasn’t,” the newcomer says. “But have you seen Mark’s Instagram feed today?”
My heart skips a beat at Mark’s mention. I’ve seen his feed today, and he has only posted a couple of pictures of us.