by Lila Younger
I hadn’t even realized that I’d spoken aloud.
“Yes,” I say with a blush, and he’s off, kissing down between my breasts, trailing over my stomach and down to my jeans. He lifts me up easily with his hands, and I kick off my boots, and he peels the rest of my clothes off.
I’m naked, completely naked, and spread wide and open and vulnerable to Mark, not just physically, but emotionally too. This is the first time I’ve ever been naked with another man, and it’s definitely a little scary. A tiny part of me wants to run away, but I know it’s just nerves. I know what I’m doing is right. It’s what I’ve been wanting for so long. I bite down on my lip again, suddenly shy and afraid of how I look to him, but when I look up to his eyes, they’re smiling. And then he slides off the bed, stripping off his own jeans, and he’s naked.
Wow. Wowwowwow.
He catches the expression on my face and laughs.
“Is that? Is that supposed to fit inside me?” I ask faintly.
“Only if you want to,” he answers, bemused. “Have you never seen a cock before?”
“Once,” I manage to say, and believe me, he had nothing on Mark.
I watch captivated as Mark reaches for the bedside table and pulls out a condom. His cock is long and thick and hard, curving up towards his taut stomach. It means business, and I can’t for the life of me look away.
“Well we’ll take it slow. I promise you this will feel good.”
“I believe you,” I say earnestly, because I do. I trust Mark completely.
He slides up between my legs and I’m very conscious of the fact that he’s looking at my pussy. I start pulling my legs together, but he gently eases me open again, his hands pulling my hips towards his face. I try and take a deep, steadying breath and close my eyes, willing myself to relax. He’s going to make it feel good. He promised. He gently pushes my delicate folds apart, wet and waiting for his tongue. His finger strokes my swollen lips, and then his tongue is there, probing gently, fluttering against my clit so that I gasp with surprise at how warm and soft and wonderful it feels.
Mark licks me again, circling around the sensitive nub before giving it a gentle suck, making my whole body shake. Oh. Oh. OH! Is all I can think as he speeds up, his tongue lapping at my opening and deep inside of my pussy. He adds his hands into the mix, fingers pushing me wider apart as his tongue dances and teases me. Desire races up and down my body as he scoops his tongue into me, drawing the delicious ache I feel tighter between my legs. Pleasure swirls through me, stronger and stronger until I explode, heat racing from my slit through my whole body. It’s a whole different feeling, nothing like what I do to myself late at night in my bed. I don’t think I can ever go back to it again, not when I’ve finally experienced this. It’s like seeing color instead of black and white. I’m close, so close, the pressure building up deep inside of me.
And then Mark pushes his fingers inside me one last time, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me just as his tongue circles my clit and I let go, my orgasm taking over my body. Everything turns to black, and there’s nothing else but my hips rocking against his face as he takes all of me. My pussy pulses strong and hard, clamping down onto Mark’s fingers. I feel myself losing control, the thoughts slipping through my fingers until I’m just feeling everything, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillows. My mouth is moaning his name, and then it’s all gibberish as I lose myself in all the pleasure. I struggle to breathe, the force of my orgasm turning my muscles into jelly. And then slowly, slowly my heartbeat retreats and I’m back on his bed, my eyes blinking open from that roller coaster ride.
“That was. Wow.” It’s hard to put a sentence together. I’m completely blown away. I don’t think I’ve felt so good in my life.
“We still have the main event,” Mark replies.
Oh. Right. Well, if it’s going to feel as good as that, I couldn’t wait. I’m not even feeling nervous anymore. I open my legs a little, letting him slide up right against me until his thick head is right against my pussy. He’s propping himself up on his arms, gazing straight at me.
“I want to see you as I enter you,” he murmurs, his voice low with need.
He’s put off his own pleasure for me, and now I want him to feel just as good as I do. I want to feel all of him, taking me and completing me at last. I give him a smile and take a deep breath. His hand is down there, holding his own cock in place, and gently, gently, Mark pushes himself past my entrance and into me. I suck in my breath. There’s a sharp burst of pain, but I can do this. I close my eyes, but he says my name tenderly.
“Hailey, take a deep breath and relax. It won’t hurt so much if you’re not wound up tight. I’m here.”
“Okay,” I say, opening my eyes and looking into his chocolate ones. They are dark with heat, but there is also concern there. I know in a flash that he cares deeply about me, and that he would always care. I am his.
I take a deep breath like he says and try to relax, just enough so that he could slowly move deeper inside, the pain fading away as he settled at last inside of me. I grip onto him tightly as he pulls out of me, just a little, then eases back in. It felt pretty good actually. I break into a small smile. Mark moves agonizingly slowly, teeth gritting in concentration as he tries to keep himself under control as I get used to him. I bury my face into his neck, kissing him over and over. Slowly I begin to really relax, my body stretching to accommodate his size.
“That’s good,” I breathe softly. “Really, really good.”
“You feel good,” he groans as he fills me up again, thrusting deep inside of me this time.
His pace picks up a little, and pleasure blazes through me. His cock is sliding in and out of me, long deep thrusts that has the bed knocking against the wall. My whole body feels lit on fire as he satisfies the need inside of me, and I cry out yes, yes yes and more and pleasurable moans. It’s a good thing his house is so big, because I don’t think I can keep my voice down. The pleasure inside of me is growing as he pumps into me, his large cock bottoming out inside of me each time.
He begins to move harder and rougher, lifting up my leg and throwing it over his shoulder so that he penetrates deeper, the angle of his thrusts sending off sensations in places I never knew existed. The friction between us hurts a little, but it just sweetens the pleasure he’s giving me with every movement of his hips. My whole body is crying out for him, wanting more than anything to be filled again and again.
“Oh Mark! Yes!” I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He speeds up even more, pinning me down into the mattress with his body. His cock pushes deeper, and everything inside of me shifts. I match him thrust for thrust, and we come together and apart perfectly. It feels incredible, amazing, every good thing all rolled into this moment. It’s more than just pleasure now, it’s a drive, an instinct to connect to somebody else that overrides any sort of thought. All that I need is here with Mark.
Concentrated pleasure reaches out to the tips of my fingers and toes as he jackhammers into me harder and faster, filling me up with all of him. I can hardly stand it, the feeling so good it almost hurts. I want to hold on, I want to wait for him to come too, but I can’t. I don’t know how. Instead I let him give me everything I’ve ever wanted, and like a storm my orgasm breaks over me at once, and I’m screaming his name. Sparks are flying through me, my legs contracting and hooking together to pull him inside of me one last time. Wave after wave of bliss sweeps through, and with every thrust he makes against my clit he sends me on another high again. My hands curl and open in spasms, my body shakes, and I throw my head back, everything blanking out into silence as he fucks me one last time.
Bliss, surprise, exhilaration. It’s all there, and I can hardly process it. My legs slowly relax and slide down his sides and onto the bed. I can feel my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. Mark is kissing me, murmuring words into my ear. I have to struggle to focus on reality again.
“
That was perfect,” he says huskily. “You’re perfect.”
I know exactly what he means. He gently rolls onto the side, and pulls me close to him. I can hear the beat of his heart, and it’s as comforting as home.
Chapter 6
Mark
When I wake up the next morning, I am genuinely happy. Hailey is still sleeping next to me, her face looking almost angelic in the light of the morning sun. Is this what infatuation is like? You get all poetic, and your heart feels so light it could float away? Because I could get used to this. I want to get my camera and take a picture of her too, but I don’t for now. I just take it all in.
It’s a crazy change. I know it. I shouldn’t have done it, but it feels so good and so right that I don’t regret it. Not at all. We’ll have to figure out a way to explain things, because the last thing I want to do is ruin Hailey’s relationship with her family, but right now I just want to enjoy it all. I didn’t tell her last night, but one of the reasons I stopped photography was because I had no more inspiration. I felt directionless and stagnant. It wasn’t a good feeling, and it showed in the pictures I took. I was almost ready to call it quits on photography, but now, now I’m ready to tackle it all again. It turns out all I needed was a muse.
I roll over and look at the clock. Six a.m. Hailey mentioned last night that she has class at eight, which means she’ll have to get up soon. And she’ll want breakfast. I could make her breakfast. I think. That’s crazy, but the more I think about it, the more I want to do this for her. I quietly slip out of the bed and throw on last night’s clothes. There’s a Target less than ten minutes away where I could get some food. I look back at her. She’s still sound asleep. One thing I learned about Hailey: she sleeps like the dead.
At first I thought maybe she would get up after a few minutes last night, but she hadn’t at all. No amount of shaking could wake her up. So I cleaned up, pulled back the covers, and tucked her in underneath. It had been a long, long time since I had someone in bed with me. I thought maybe I wouldn’t like it. But my first thought when I woke up this morning was ‘I could get used to this’.
I grab my car keys and quietly close the door. If I’m fast I’ll be back before she wakes up even. I go downstairs, open up the garage, and start driving in my Porsche. It’s so nice out that I even put the top down. I feel like God is smiling down on me. The day is warm and breezy, the birds are out singing, and I wave at all of my neighbors as I pass them by. Absolutely nothing can get me down.
My good mood continues as I park and walk into the super Target. I decide to buy some bakery muffins, some eggs (because even I can cook scrambled eggs), a pack of bacon, and a loaf of bread. This is probably the first time any of the stuff in my kitchen is going to get used, so I might as well go all the way. And then I realize that Hailey’s going to be around for a while. She says she enjoys cooking, but I don’t want to force her to grocery shop for me too. After all, she’s the one with the jam packed schedule. I have no idea what it takes to make anything, so I quickly cruise the aisles, piling everything that sounds useful: spaghetti sauce, pasta, soup, some hotdogs, a pack of pork chops, a new box of Cheerios, on and on and on.
“Getting your weekly shopping done are you?” the checkout lady asks cheerfully as she bags up everything for me.
“I’ve got company over,” I reply. “Figure I better stock up the shelves.”
“Isn’t that nice,” she says.
“Is it ever.”
I hadn’t realized it, but it sure got lonely sometimes rattling around in the big house of mine. I didn’t even have a dog around to greet me when I came home. If something happened to me, literally nobody would take note for days, maybe even weeks. But not anymore. Hailey would miss you. I smile at the thought, and the checkout lady smiles back at me.
“There you go,” she says handing me the receipt. “I hope that your friend enjoys their stay.”
“I’m going to make sure of it,” I promise, more to myself than to her.
Hailey is still sound asleep when I get back, so I get busy putting everything away. Then it’s time to figure out where my decorator put everything. I have a fully functioning kitchen, but honestly I’ve used maybe two percent of it. I have to open all the cupboard doors to find the toaster and a frying pan, and then a bowl to scramble the eggs. I roll up my sleeves and get to work.
“Good morning,” Hailey says. “Are you making breakfast?”
I turn around. She’s taken a shower, her hair wet and slicked back from her face. She’s put on clothes, which disappoints me. There’s a gorgeous blue top that shows off the color of her eyes, and a ruffly skirt thing that shows off her legs, which are about a mile long, so it’s not all bad.
“What is it?” she asks nervously, smoothing down her skirt.
“You look good today. Might be better without the skirt at all, but good.”
Hailey gives me a surprised smile and slides into one of the chairs on the kitchen island. I slide the scrambled eggs onto a plate, then bring that and the bacon over to her.
“Here you go,” I present with a flourish.
“I thought you said you didn’t cook,” she says lightly as she shakes some pepper onto the eggs.
I put some bread into the toaster and join her with a plate of my own. There’s a plastic tub of cut fruit, and I push that towards her too. She smells of something citrusy and fresh and feminine, and I want to bury my nose in her neck and just pull her onto my lap.
“I don’t, at least not usually for myself. But I figure you need brain food if you’re going to be in school all day. I’m not doing much this week, so I figured it was the least I could do.”
“You don’t have to do all this you know,” she says quietly.
“Sure I do. Or I mean, I want to.” I put down my fork and turn her chair so that she’s facing me. “Hailey. I meant what I said last night. I do think you’re an amazing woman. I want to know you, and I think this is a great chance for us to see what can happen. I think of you as more than just a pretty face.”
She gives me a skeptical look. “You know, the waitress at the bar warned me about you.”
That takes me aback. She did? That seems a little extreme. Hailey sees the look on my face and laughs.
“Yeah, said you were very charming and that she never sees the same woman for very long.”
“Hey now. Just because-”
She puts her hand on my arm.
“It’s okay. I can see why. I had a crush on you when I was younger. A pretty big one too. Of course, how much does a teenager really know about their crushes? It’s all built up and perfect and over the top. But last night, getting the chance to know you. It was nice. And for once I could see myself really liking you too.”
She says the last part quietly, pink blooming across her cheeks. My heart starts to swell, and I can’t help but to lean over and kiss her lips again. Soft and slow this time, instead of hungry and passionate. A different kiss from last night. A sober, light of the day kiss to show her that it wasn’t just a one night stand- that this to me too, meant a lot more than that. I wanted to show her all of me- not just the famous photographer, not just the rich developer- but me, Mark Foster, who enjoyed being outdoors and capturing life moments. Who couldn’t cook, but damn well could try for the woman he loved.
I pull back slowly and cup her cheek. She lifts her hand to mine, tilting her head slightly. Damn I’m lucky. I think. I want to kiss her again already. I sneak a look at the clock. Did we have time...?
Hailey catches the look and shakes her head.
“Not until tonight. In fact, we probably should get going now. If I don’t show up to lecture on time, Professor Chaudhary locks the doors and I’ll be in big trouble.”
“Forget about tonight,” I say. “I’m picking you up after school!”
Chapter 7
Hailey
To say I’m happy is an understatement. I’ve woken up positively joyful this entire week, mostly because it’s in Mark’s
arms. If I could stay cocooned in them forever that would be great. But of course there is school. There is always school.
Most of my things are in the guest bedroom still, but that’s just a pretense. I start and end the day in Mark’s arms, and it feels perfect. Like a dream come true. That’s not to say that we spend every minute of the day having sex. I am still in school after all, and with just a semester to go, it’d be a colossal waste if I don’t graduate. It does make it terribly hard to leave when he kisses me in my favorite spot at the base of my neck, sparking desire in every cell of my body. Very, very hard.
Of course Jen and Lexie already know all about it. As soon as I stepped into the lecture hall Tuesday morning, they were on me like bears on honey. I completely forgot to call or text them, and they wanted to know what’s up. Once I spilled the story, we spent most of the time checking out Mark’s Facebook rather than listening to Prof. Chaudhary drone on about genetics. Even so early on, I knew I was falling in love. The actual thing, not just lust. It shook me a little just how strong the emotion was. Even more than sleeping with Mark, I wanted to know more about who he was as a person. I was pretty nervous about telling my friends at first, especially since there was such a large age gap of almost twenty years between us. But my friends surprised me. Jen told me ‘as long as you’re happy’ while Lexie said ‘if he makes you unhappy I’ll kick his ass’. I was grateful for their support, and it gave me hope that maybe my parents would see things that way too.
If we got that far. Even though we are going to give it a try, as Mark told me, I’m still a little hesitant. I have wanted this more than anything in my life, for a very long time. If things fall apart... I don’t know if I could recover from it. Actually, I am pretty sure I wouldn’t. A part of me wants to be careful, to keep up my guard and see what happens before I lay it all down on the line. I mean, there’s a reason people say ‘it was too good to be true’, right? That’s what I keep telling myself, as he picks me up in the car. As we make dinner together, throwing spaghetti noodles at the ceiling. As he kisses me in the dark, holding onto me tight as though I’ll float away if he doesn’t. Because I could get used to all this fun and laughter and closeness (and more than this if you know what I mean, though I’m almost afraid to think about it for fear of jinxing things).
