by Tamsin Baker
“My place?” I suggested as I pulled Mark’s hand this time, guiding him through the last room of the private dungeon. I didn’t even bother to look at the scene in the third room, though it sounded hot.
Mark all but stumbled to the car. He pulled open my door, and waited till I climbed in before he practically raced around to his side.
I giggled, shocked but thrilled to be witnessing Mark’s downfall. I’d never seen Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected so rattled.
Mark started his car and tore down the street at breakneck pace. I laughed again at the obvious sign of impatience and slid my hand to his crotch.
“What’s wrong, old man?”
He growled low in his throat, in threat or promise, I couldn’t tell. I’d only ever called him old man when we were at work and he over did the young lady thing. He was gorgeous and in amazing shape for his age, so I didn’t think the words offended him.
I was determined that our relationship would not be one-sided. If he could get great pleasure out of pleasing me, then I could damn well do the same. So, I smiled mischievously as I opened the button on his black trousers and navigated the zipper down over the bulge.
He sprung out. Mark wore no underwear to hinder him. Just lovely, thick cock.
“Think you can handle this?” I teased as I wrapped a hand around the base.
“Depends on what you intend to do, young lady.”
I grinned as he sat further back in his seat, inviting me to do exactly what I had planned, without any pressure. We both loved words and the effect they could have on a person, so I may as well use them to my advantage now.
“I want to take your huge cock into my mouth and make you come. If that’s all right with you?” I opened my eyes as wide as possible, the innocent look hopefully in direct contrast with my wanton words.
A thrill of adventure shot through my belly. I loved being provocative with him and at the moment, my inhibitions were at an all-time low. I was pleasure-drunk and in no rush to recover to my normally hesitant self.
Mark made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh, arranging his cock so it was at an easy access angle. “Anything my lady wants.”
I stroked the length of him once with my hand, then twisted in the car seat and dove down onto him. I wasn’t wasting any time. I wanted to bring him the most amount of pleasure as quickly as possible.
Opening my lips wide, I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.
“Fuck, baby, that is so good. Angie ...”
Mark’s legs suddenly relaxed as he took his feet off the pedals and I knew we must have hit the freeway. He had the car on cruise control. I could make him come now.
I started using my hand to pump him while I licked the hard ridge around the head and tongued the juicy slit. His hand slid into my hair gently, not applying pressure, which I hated. His touch, however, told me how much he loved what I was doing.
“I’m going to come, Ange, so if you don’t want to swallow me ...” He stopped talking as I increased my movements with obvious purpose.
I sucked in my cheeks to apply pressure to the large, steel-hard, cock and squeezed with my hands.
Mark came then, groaning loudly. Hot spurts of liquid came flowing down my throat. I swallowed twice and held onto him, wanting his pleasure to last as long as possible.
When I was sure Mark had finished coming, I sat back up, licked my lips, and settled into my seat with a contented sigh.
Mark shook his head as though dazed and waking up from a dream. “I can’t believe you just did that for me. Thank you. It was incredible.”
Unfortunately, his speechlessness hadn’t lasted very long. My eloquent boss was back. I loved that Mark was everything I had ever wanted in a man and maybe a little bit more I never knew I needed. Intelligent, kind, and dirty as sin.
I wiggled in my seat, my soaked panties making me uncomfortable, but they were also a great reminder of what Mark had given me earlier on. “Thank you for my orgasm too. It certainly took the edge off.”
Mark was still looking dazed, his eyes were wide and he was shaking his head as though to clear away the bliss. Luckily we still had about ten minutes before we reached my place. I was ready for another round, but Mark wasn’t. Not yet, anyway.
“Ange ... I ...”
I reached over and began stroking my fingers along Mark’s flaccid cock, willing it to life again. “I have been looking forward to this all week, Mark. I hope you’re intending on staying the night.”
He glanced over at me, his eyes softening with something resembling the love that I sought. “Baby, I’ve got all weekend—all year—if you want me.”
Hot tears prickled at my eyes, burning and stunning me all at once. The idea of Mark returning my feelings was so foreign. What I’d hoped for, but didn’t dare think would ever happen.
It was an overwhelming feeling.
“You’ve never said anything ...” I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat as my voice faltered. I’d tried to be sexy tonight. Alluring, maybe a little sophisticated.
But thanks to his words, I was just plain emotional now. Damn.
Mark smiled and pulled the edges of his pants together to cover his cock. “The timing has always been wrong between us. You were so young when we first met and I was going through a separation, then the divorce. When I wanted to say something, you were head over heels for some guy, or dating someone new.”
I smiled sadly and dropped my eyes to the hands I clasped in my lap. It was true. Timing was everything, and it was the one thing we’d never had right.
Silence enveloped us as Mark pulled off the freeway and soon pulled up outside my house.
“So, I can stay tonight?” Mark repeated, his tone soft and hopeful.
I lifted my head and met his gaze, terror gripping my throat. Dare I say it? The words that were on the tip of my tongue.
What did I have to lose? Apart from everything... “You can stay forever.”
His eyes darkened in understanding and he leaned forward, kissing me with such warmth and passion that tears welled up and flowed down my cheeks.
After all this time, it was finally happening.
I pulled back and laughed as I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. We would talk more later. For now, I needed him to finish what he’d already started. “Let’s go inside.”
The mood between us brightened instantly as Mark grinned.
We all but ran into the house like naughty children. The moment the door was locked, he was on me like paint on plaster. Kissing my lips, caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples through my dress.
He was everywhere and everything all at once, devouring me like a man starved.
My back hit the front door as he pushed me up against the wood. Mark pulled my dress up to my waist with a few quick tugs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I opened my thighs and watched Mark drop to his knees before me. He couldn’t possibly want to do that while I was still standing, could he?
“Although I love these... they must go.” He peeled my soaked black panties down my legs and I helped as much as I could by lifting them one at a time.
No sooner had I brought my foot back down to the ground than his face had buried between my thighs.
I cried out. “Oh... fuck!” And grabbed for the door frame.
“I have fantasized about this moment for five years. You almost killed me the other night,” Mark breathed the words over my flesh, my belly trembling at the sheer intimacy of it all.
Before I could ask what he meant, he put his lips to my pussy and sucked on my clit.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as my eyes closed and pleasure slammed into me.
“Wider,” Mark demanded and as I opened my thighs wider to accommodate him, he found my entrance and thrust two fingers up into my pussy, filling me completely.
I screamed out this time and grabbed for his head for an anchor.
Mark was relentless this time, pushing
me towards climax at record pace.
Just as my belly began to tighten, to ripple, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and moved his head further down.
Then I felt his tongue lapping at the lips of my pussy, his teeth biting the inside of my thigh. It felt amazingly good.
He growled against my skin while he kissed my flesh. “Fuck me, Ange, you taste even better than you did last week.”
I opened my mouth to call him a liar, but he pressed open my thighs again and this time he truly devoured me. He set his mouth back on my clit and flicked the sensitive bud over and over with his tongue, then he pushed his fingers back up inside my aching pussy and curled them just right.
The backs of my legs were tingling in impending orgasm as he sucked harder on my clit. I clung to his hair and pressed my head back against the door. “I’m... I’m going to come again, Mark.”
I arched my back and let go of all semblance of control as Mark held me steady and gently suckled my clit through my whole earth-shattering climax.
My body shook against the door, again and again. I didn’t even try to dampen down my reaction or stifle the gasping moans that were wrenched from my throat. I could feel my pussy clenching around Mark’s fingers and nothing had ever felt so good.
When I finally landed back on the planet, Mark removed his fingers from my body and kept sipping from my core, moaning his pleasure the whole time.
I didn’t think I could take any more. My clit was throbbing, replete and satisfied, but my pussy ached. I needed Mark to fill me, to fuck me until I couldn’t take it a minute more.
“Please, Mark, please.”
He stood up and grabbed my hand, then hauled me to the bedroom.
There, we pulled at each other’s clothes until we were both naked. Once we reached my bed, I dropped to my knees in front of him, ready to return the favor, but his strong hands hefted me back up and threw me on to the mattress.
I scrabbled up so that my head was on the pillow and held my arms out to him. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted this scarily wonderful man.
Mark stopped for a moment and looked down at me with his hungry gaze raking over my body slowly. Then he smiled his beautiful smile, the one that always made me feel special.
Now, in this moment, that smile meant so much more.
Mark kneeled on the bed and lay down on top of me in one smooth movement, his hot skin burning me in a way I never wanted to stop.
Our mouths connected, his tongue searching and finding mine. He tasted my lips, my tongue, the inside of my cheek. His possession was heaven. I could barely keep my eyes open. My whole body was wired for more, and yet it was so satisfied.
Mark spoke to me, stopping my slide into sleep. “Angie, my love, look at me.”
I forced my eyes open and met his stare for a long moment. Then he shifted his hips slightly and impaled me in one, smooth thrust.
We moaned in synchrony as Mark filled my body with his. The pleasure in Mark’s eyes and on his face was unmistakable.
I wrapped my legs around his lean hips and moaned when he moved deeper. Fuck, he was long and the perfect thickness.
“Baby, put your hands above your head.”
I did as Mark wanted and put both hands above my head. He used one of his large hands to hold both of my wrists together, then stretched them higher, causing my body to bow taut.
I tugged a little but couldn’t move. Mark dropped his head and growled into my ear. “You’re mine.”
Then he began moving properly, deeply, with slow, penetrating thrusts. I arched my spine and tugged at my bound wrists. Being restrained added a whole new dimension to my pleasure, and I loved the baby touch of BDSM Mark was throwing in for me.
“Say it, Ange.” Mark said, moving faster, pounding into me and staring into my eyes with renewed purpose. “Fuck, you feel so good ...”
I gasped and moaned again. I didn’t want to give in too easily, I wanted him to fight harder. So, I tossed my head from side to side and avoided the words he wanted me to say.
Meanwhile, I lifted my hips for more. I’d never been filled like this before. My body was singing raptures of shivering pleasure.
Mark’s hips moved faster and the hot feelings became one, long, continuous pleasure. The moment came to pass when I didn’t know where he started and I finished.
My belly began to quiver and tighten. I was going to come again. I lifted my hips higher, seeking the perfect contact that would push me over the edge.
Mark changed his angle, pulling my arms tighter, higher. He hit my g-spot right on. “Fuck, yes! Perfect.”
I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, almost there now. It was going to be incredible. I panted and pulled against his restraints.
“Say it, Ange. Say it now, or I’ll stop!”
He wouldn’t! Surely not.
I forced my eyes open and saw my beloved’s face above me. He wanted me to admit that I was his, but I was so much more than that.
“Of course, I’m yours... I love you, Mark. I ... always ... have!”
His surprise was obvious in the shock I saw in his eyes, yet it did the trick. Mark slammed into me faster, his own orgasm catching him up as he spilled himself into my womb, triggering my own blinding orgasm.
I opened my mouth and screamed as Mark groaned in my ear. Flashes of light pulsed behind my eyelids as hot lust poured through me.
We clung to each other, my body rippling and convulsing around him, pleasuring Mark’s cock to the very end.
Finally, as the ecstasy began to subside and my body went limp, Mark relaxed his grip and allowed my arms to fall down.
Mark tried to hold himself up on arms that shook, but I coaxed him down with a gentle tug and he collapsed onto me. I stroked his hair and wiped the sweat down his back, loving this moment of true intimacy—a moment I hoped I’d have many of in the future.
His breathing began to slow and sleep began dragging me down. After coming more times in one night than I had in months with other partners, I didn’t know how I was even still conscious.
Mark slowly disengaged his body from mine and pulled me into a spooning position, his warmth and strength behind me.
I was small, safe and loved.
I closed my eyes, Mark’s breath in my ear. “You know, I love you, too.”
The words, whispered against my hair, were the sweetest words in the world. But only because I knew they were true.
I smiled to myself, sleep finally claiming me.
“I know.”
THE END
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