“You’re getting laid, M. You don’t have to shower me with pretty words.”
His eyes find mine and I know he’s not kidding. “I’ll give you all the pretty words I want to, and you should know that I mean every single one of them.”
His hands glide down my stomach, over my hips and between my thighs, but he doesn’t touch me where my body is begging him to. My hips come up off the bed, begging for his attention.
“Beautiful skin,” he continues and kisses the path his hands just took, down my belly to my hip. “What is this?”
“A tattoo.” I grin down at him and laugh when his jaw drops. “You don’t like it?”
His fingers dance over the ink. “It’s tiny.”
I glance down where he’s looking and nod. It’s a simple eighth note, and in the middle of the circle part of the note is an M.
“I kept two things with me while I was dancing,” I begin and bite my lip. “Music…” I take a deep breath. Jesus, I’m laying myself bare here.
“And.”
“You.”
His eyes connect with mine. “You’re unbelievable.”
He brushes his thumb over the ink as he watches me quietly for a long moment, then places several kisses over my hip, nuzzles my small tattoo, and then travels farther down my thigh.
“You’re killing me,” I tell him and wiggle my hips.
“Settle in, baby, because you’re in for a long ride.”
“Jesus Christ, what did you just do with your finger?” I boost myself up on my elbows and stare down at him as he kisses my knee.
“Who says that was my finger?”
I laugh and fall to my back and then moan when he reaches my foot and begins to rub it in strong circles.
“Oh God.”
“Your feet have taken a beating.”
“Don’t look directly at them. You’ll run screaming.”
He chuckles and kisses the top of my foot then moves to the other one and repeats the process.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
He moves up my leg to make me writhe and moan as he pays extra attention behind my knee and just when I think he’s going to dive into the sweet spot, he avoids it completely, kisses up my hip, belly and teases the other breast.
“Mark?”
“Yes, love.”
“Take your shorts off and let me have a turn.”
“You got very bossy,” he murmurs and kisses my jaw. “I’m clearly not doing my job right if you’re still able to string words together.”
“You’re doing fine.”
“I’m going to do a lot better than fine, sweetheart.”
His hand drifts down my belly and his fingers finally slide between my folds and into my wet core.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so fucking wet, M.”
“Need you,” I reply and gasp when his fingers move slowly in and out then up to circle my clit.
“Is this what you need?”
I shake my head and lift my hips, pushing against his hand. Dear God, he’s good with his hands.
“What do you need?”
“You!”
“I’m right here,” he replies. I can feel the bed shift as he shuffles out of his shorts then kneels between my thighs. “I’m going to eat this pussy before the night is out.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“No?”
“Yes!”
He chuckles and I hear the rip of a condom wrapper.
“Look at me, M.”
I open my eyes and look directly into his dark blue gaze. He takes one of my hands in his, links our fingers and holds our hands over my head while guiding himself to my entrance. His eyes never leave mine as he begins to push inside me. His fingers tighten on mine. I cup his face with my free hand, and I’ve never loved him more than I do in this moment.
I love you.
He pushes in all the way and stops, every muscle tight with the effort of holding still, panting, watching me.
“So tight.” He kisses me softly and nibbles his way to the corner of my mouth. I hitch my thighs up higher around his hips and he growls. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
I grin and rotate my hips, watching with fascination as he bites his lip. I love watching him struggle to keep his composure.
“Mark,” I whisper and pull my fingertips down his face. “You feel so good.”
He begins to move now, slowly at first and then faster, as though an outside force is pushing him on. He grabs my other hand in his and pins it above my head as our bodies take over, moving in perfect tandem.
Fuck, he’s so big. I can’t help but grip him hard as he thrusts in and out until finally he swears a blue streak as I come apart beneath him, crying out as the orgasm consumes me.