Too afraid to ask, she took her seat and smiled at the waiter.
The atmosphere was enchanting, lit entirely by candles, and with crisp white linen and exposed stonework with just a hint of the dark deeds that once took place on its very doorstep. The air about the place was warm and inviting. Sarah noticed that the waiter had forgotten to give them their menus and was about to say something, when he reappeared with their first course.
The waiter laid a beautifully ornate silver platter before them with a half-dozen fresh Scottish oysters surrounded by smoked fish. As if on cue, the waiter returned fifteen minutes later to remove the empty platter. Next came a male server with their main course, rib of beef, which was served elegantly on its own wooden platter with portobello mushrooms and mashed potatoes, served with a very nice and deeply dark and decadent Shiraz.
Sarah was overwhelmed. She couldn’t speak. Looking at Mark, she wondered how he did all of this. Why would he go through all this trouble? She couldn’t figure him out. By the time she took her first bite of the rib of beef, she no longer cared as the beef melted in her mouth.
She was in heaven.
“I take it you like dinner?” Mark asked, interrupting her whimsical feeling of elation.
“Yes. I like very much.” She smiled.
“Good. You deserve this and much more, Sarah,” he said sincerely.
“Why did you go through all of this? You know you didn’t have to,” she asked.
“I know, but I wanted to.”
“Why?”
“I don’t rightly know. But now that I have, I know I made the right choice,” he respond cryptically.
They continued to talk and eat. Later they were served a decadent Cambridge cream with pomegranate sorbet and a cheese platter. Sarah couldn’t control her emotions any longer.
“Oh dear God, I think I am going to die. This taste absolutely sinful.” She sighed, taking another bite and closing her eyes to savor the flavor.
Mark damn near came in his pants. The look of utter pleasure on her face was enough to have him readjusting and squirming in his seat. As much as he liked desert, if he didn’t hurry this along, he was going to throw her across the table and eat her for desert.
He sighed in relief when she finished, and they were finally able to leave the restaurant. A short while later, they followed a young man in a nicely tailored suit as he lead them to the reserved a box seats for the Kings of Leon concert.
Sarah enjoyed watching Mark as he sang along to most of the songs. Though she really didn’t care for that type of music, she found she enjoyed watching his reaction more enjoyable than anything. She found out quickly that he didn’t have a singing voice. He actually sounded more like a seal on feeding day. Not wanting to rain on his parade, she kept her mouth shut and smiled every time he looked her way. After the concert, he took her to a local pub where they drank coffee and enjoyed a little of Edinburgh’s nightlife.
By midnight, Sarah was so plumb exhausted as he led her to his car. When she was seated, he leaned over and buckled her seat belt. Their faces were so close she could still smell the sweet sorbet on his lips. Closing her eyes and trying her damnedest to get a hold of the sudden urge to kiss him, she sighed as he began to back away. “Thank you. I had a wonderful time,” she said sleepily.
“You’re welcome, Sarah,” he whispered.
Sarah couldn’t help herself. She leaned into him and softly kissed his lips. They were so warm and inviting, she felt her body melt. Her stomach started doing somersaults as her feet began to tingle. She broke away gently, moaning as she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
It was a simple kiss, nothing more.
The feel of Sarah’s lips on his sent fireworks shooting throughout his body. Mark couldn’t move. He wanted to return the kiss, but every muscle in his body wouldn’t allow him to move. He just looked at her sleeping peacefully. He felt like crying.
He couldn’t think of anything else the whole ride home, just that one simple, lovely, earth-shattering kiss.
She had kissed him.
She did it because she wanted to. He didn’t ask. She just gave.
Listening to the low rumble of his car, Mark rode in total silence while she slept. He arrived at the modest cottage and turned off the engine. As gently as he could, he picked her up and carried her into the house. Laying her softly on the bed, he removed her shoes and stockings. Covering her up with her comforter, he kissed her forehead and left. Closing the front door, he made it to his car when he heard her.
“Mark!”
Quickly turning around, he found her standing in the doorway. He only took one step toward her, and she ran into his arms. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asked, concerned and holding her tightly.
Sarah snuggled deeper into him, whispering, “Don’t go.”
Mark thought he had heard her wrong. Brushing it off, he just kissed the top of her head once more, and smiled. “Sarah, you’re tired. I will come by tomorrow. The coach gave us the whole weekend. Okay.”
She moved out of his embrace and looked up at him. There was a longing in her eyes that he didn’t understand. He only knew that she didn’t want him to leave. “Please stay,” she whispered again, reaching up as she kissed him. The moment her lips touched his, he felt the instant warmth of her surrounding him like a warm blanket. He felt needed and wanted. The sounds of night swallows and crickets sang lightly as she softly moved across his lips. Pressing her chest into him, she showed him what she wanted.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her. Never breaking the kiss, Mark reached down and lifted her into his arms. It only took a few long strides as he kicked the door shut behind them. He set her back on her feet and removed his coat. Returning to her lips instantly, Mark slowed the pace to savor every taste.
His hands gently held her face as he trailed soft little kisses across her mouth. Sighing at the littlest touch, she fell into him willingly. Her hands seductively moved up his hips and around his waist, sending a burning trail from her touch. She parted her mouth as he gently tasted every inch of her. She tasted of sweet sorbet and coffee, and he wanted more.
Mark shivered as her tiny fingers moved up his back, until she had him completely wrapped in her embrace. He was strong but gentle as he took his time exploring her mouth. Mark had never felt this way with anyone, but standing there in the middle of her living room, he felt a wave of passion that was all new and exciting. She was intoxicating, and he wanted to get drunk on her.
They slowly started backing up toward the bedroom, as she led him toward her bed. Her hands moved up his chest as she began undoing his tie. Mark just stood there, kissing her exotic mouth, as if he was absorbing her essence. Mark knew she was seducing him in her own little way. Her soft, subtle touches were wreaking havoc on his cock. His balls were tight, and if she continued on this slow, sultry path, he was going to come in his pants.
Letting his tie slip from her fingers, she slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers tickled his chest as she took her time with each individual button. Placing her soft hands on his bare chest, she gently moved her hands outward toward his shoulders. God, she was driving him crazy.
Mark was about to burst.
He was trying very hard to control the urge to take her right there and fuck her senseless, but he let her set the pace. He quickly realized that letting her set the slow pace was a big mistake, because she was enticing him to the point of madness.
As his shirt fell to the floor, she broke the kiss and smiled at him. Trailing featherlike kisses across his chest, Mark had all but lost his mind. She was so sensual he really didn’t know how to respond to her. God, he wanted her, but she was showing him a softer side to making love, something that he had always shied away from. His hands leisurely moved up and down her arms, and when he couldn’t take it any longer, he lifted her face and kissed her hard.
This time it was his turn.
Chapter 8
Wrapping one arm around her waist an
d the other behind her neck, Mark quickly took control, showing her the animalistic side to love. With his demanding and powerful kiss, he took her mouth hungrily. His warm, moist tongue slid into her welcoming, wet mouth, taking her breath away. She knew he was going to be a playful lover, but not a sensual one.
Slowly backing away from him so she could catch her breath, Sarah reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting it fall all around her. The look upon his face as her hair fell made her pussy weep. Feelings and emotions she had never yet experienced were rushing through her body as the lust in his eyes trailed over her body. He was hungry for her, and she knew she couldn’t hold him off much longer.
Lowering her zipper, Sarah slid the silky soft-purple dress from her body as it pooled around her ankles. Looking up, she smiled.
Naked and feeling brazen, she sauntered toward him, pressing her supple body against his. His hard cock was evident as it was pushing against her stomach.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Mark uttered as his fingers trailed through her hair. “I want to eat you, Sarah. Will you let me eat your pussy?”
“I’m yours, Mark,” she said, kissing his shoulder.
Sarah moved over to the bed and lay down on her back. She watched as Mark eyed his prey, licking his lips as if he was about to taste heaven. She had known about this part of sex before, but never allowed herself the intimacy of the act. His warm, calloused hands spread her legs as he lowered himself to her wet cunt.
She shivered as his hands massaged her thighs, but when his fingers opened her swollen lips, she jerked in anticipation.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. I just have to have a taste of your sweet nectar.”
Leaning up on her elbows, Sarah smiled as Mark kneeled before her, spreading her legs further as his head descended. At the first lick of his hot tongue, he had her screaming out as foreign sensations assaulted her. Never had she thought she could feel this carnal pleasure.
“Oh, baby, your pussy is sweet like honey. I am going to lap you up and fuck you with my tongue. I can’t wait to taste your juices. Want me to fuck you with my tongue, Sarah?” he asked as he returned to his meal.
“Oh God, yes, eat my pussy. Yes!” she moaned as he tickled her clit with his finger. The constant rubbing was driving her insane, but when Mark slid his finger inside her moist channel, she arched in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck me, you’re tight, baby,” Mark groaned.
Writhing and gasping, Sarah was consumed with pleasure. The feel of his digit inside her was driving her crazy. Never had she felt such pleasure. She needed more, craved more.
Her hips began to move of their own accord as she ground her pelvis against his hand.
“That’s right, sugar, fuck my finger. Spread your cream all over my hand,” Mark said, egging her on. With his finger sliding in and out of her, he returned to licking her pussy. The double pleasure was too much as Sarah screamed out, “Oh, yes!”
Every lick, every suck sent her body humming and begging for more. She could feel a tightening deep within her. Her body was on fire as it responded and ached, needing Mark to continue. She cried out as Mark speared her channel with his devilish tongue. Sarah felt her body heading toward a pinnacle as Mark tongue fucked her, licking and lapping her pussy. She couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching the summit, she flew over the edge into ecstasy. Screaming and convulsing, her body took over as erotic pleasure oozed from her pores.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my face. Give me your juices,” Mark said hungrily as he continued to devour her.
Gasping for breath, Sarah writhed under his ministrations. His wicked mouth continued to suck her cream as her cunt quivered, providing his dessert.
With one last lick of his tongue, Sarah watched as Mark stood. Quickly removing his pants, he stood gloriously naked. His long, hard cock jutted out, pointing and touching his stomach.
Oh my!
Sarah had seen penises before, but none of them looked like that!
The purple head gave way to a long and very thick cock. His heavy balls swayed, and he kneeled on the bed between her legs.
Her heart was beating fast. She was sure he could hear it. Blushing innocently, she shied away from him. “I am scared,” she confessed. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fit,” Mark replied, kissing her cheek, her eyes, her nose as his hand trailed down her waist to her hips. Moving his lips to hers, he trailed soft kisses down her neck to her waiting breasts.
Sarah felt like flying as his mouth suckled her nipples. Taking his time adventuring across her body, exploring every part of her, he was driving her body insane. The fire within her began to rise as Mark ignited her body again.
She couldn’t control what was happening to her body. All she knew was that she was on fire.When his mouth suckled her nipple, whipping his tongue over it, she cried, “Oh God!”
She heard him moan, but he didn't take his mouth from her breast. Sucking hard on the nipple, she whimpered in desire. Sarah shivered as his hand traveled down her oversensitive body, stopping at her pussy.
“Open your legs, Sarah. Let me in,” he coaxed. Moving her legs, Sarah gasped as his hand rubbed her clit. Although she was still sensitive from earlier, he quickly brought her to another orgasm, coating his hand once again with her essence.
The anticipation of what was about to happen was driving her crazy, the waiting unbearable. His mouth was driving her nipple crazy, turning it into a hard little peak. Waiting for what seemed like an eternity, she felt his finger slide between her lips. She gasped. “Oh!”
Teasing her clit, he elicited another moan. Sarah closed her eyes just as another tremor wracked her body.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, lifting his mouth from the hard nipple, and flicked her clit again.
“Oh God,” Sarah moaned, clutching his shoulders. “What are you doing to me?”
He chuckled as he went back to nibbling her nipple with his teeth. His finger moved up and down over her slit. His finger began to move rapidly, causing her to writhe under him. The exotic feelings traveling within her were too much. Too many sensations, it was all too much. Sarah felt him add another finger. Moving his fingers faster inside her wet pussy, his thumb rubbed against her sensitive clit as she moaned loudly, “Mark.”
“What do you need, Sarah?” he asked. His mouth was nibbling her ear as he finger-fucked her dripping pussy. “Do you want my cock, sweetheart? You want my dick slamming in and out of your sweet pussy like my fingers?” he asked, moving them faster.
“Tell me what you want, Sarah?” he said, pulling his fingers from her body and gripping her clit, pulling at it as she cried out.
Sarah was so lost in the deep well of bliss. Panting, she lifted against him. He nipped playfully at her ear as he drove her pussy further into oblivion. “Tell me, Sarah, do you want my hard cock?”
“I want…Oh God, I want…” She couldn't think. Her body was on fire, and she couldn’t take much more. On the cusp of something spectacular, she craved it, wanting whatever it was. His finger was moving so fast, playing her like a violin. She sang for him.
“Tell me what you want, Sarah…”
“I want to come. I want your hard cock fucking my pussy!” she screamed, pushing hard against his thrusting hand. “Oh God, Mark. I want to come.”
He kissed her softly. “Ask and you shall receive,” he said, going harder and faster against her wet pussy. Sarah moaned into his mouth as her body pressed tightly against him. He pinched her clit, sending her over the edge.
Sarah screamed as the pleasure of an explosive orgasm erupted within her.
* * * *
Mark kissed her while she was coming, making sure his hand never stopped moving between her legs. She was a beautiful sight to behold as pleasure overtook her. Her body radiated, glowed. The serene, peaceful look as she allowed him to take control and show her pleasure was a true gift. He was mesmerized by her.
Mark stopped moving his hand, but he didn't take his fingers from
her. He kissed her gently then rolled between her legs. Finally pulling his hand from her pussy, she moaned. Leaning up on his elbow, Mark stroked her face, kissing her and touching her. Her skin was like silk as he slowly spread her legs further.
WhenSarah began to whimper, he cooed her, soothing her with soft kisses.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Sarah. I am going to stick my dick in your wet pussy and fuck you. Do you want my cock?” he asked.
“Oh please, Mark, fuck my pussy,” she whimpered.
Grabbing his rock-hard shaft, he nudged her wet lips apart and began to slowly enter her.
She was tight, very tight. Way too tight, he thought.
He stopped instantly when the realization hit him.
Son of a bitch! Fuck me, Mark cursed himself, but her hot, silky cunt was drawing him in. Lord help him, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
“Oh, please don’t stop,” she cried as her hands moved gently across his chest.
“Sarah, you should have told me.” Mark groaned as sweat began beading on his brow. Oh fuck, he needed to move.
“Please, Mark, don’t stop,” she whispered as she began to slowly move beneath him. The motion of her hips drove him over the edge. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t think as she maneuvered under him, sending him deeper into her tight pussy. Gently kissing her lips, he said, “Tell me if I hurt you, and I will stop.” As he pushed further into her welcoming warmth, he held on to the back of her knee and gently lifted her leg up toward his hip to open her to him as he pushed further into her, stopping when he hit that thin wall.
“Baby, I’m sorry, but this part is gonna hurt,” he said, giving her no time to say anything as he pushed passed her virgin barrier.
She screamed out.
Stopping, Mark allowed her body time to adjust to his girth. He knew he wasn’t the biggest cock in the world, but he was well-endowed.
As he kissed her lips, her body adjusted to the size of him. “It won’t hurt anymore, sweetheart. I promise.”
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