She wrapped her legs around him so he could delve even deeper inside her. Their breaths both started coming out in short pants, as his speed started to pick up. The feel of his chest rubbing against her sensitive ni**les was causing her pressure to build back up.
The feel of him inside of her, touching her everywhere, was taking her back over the edge. She raised her hips up to meet him, loving the pounding of their hips meeting in the oldest dance of all time.
Her nails raked down his back as he kept kissing her, mimicking the motion of their bodies. He finally gripped her hips to increase the speed of his pumping. He was pushing so fast and hard she knew her body would pay the next day but at that moment she just wanted more.
"Harder," she gasped as he pushed into her. He groaned out loud and then obeyed her. He thrust into her a few more times, when her body started shaking with her release. She gripped him tightly as the spasms overtook her.
He cried out her name as he shot his release deep inside her, with her body clenching around him. He kept them tightly connected as he tried to get his breathing under control.
He finally managed to roll over onto his side, taking her with him. He rubbed her back for a while, kissing her gently. He took in her swollen lips and looked down to see her reddened hips, where his fingers had gripped her.
"Emily, I'm sorry. That was too rough," he apologized to her.
She looked up at him with an awestruck expression. "Are you kidding me? That was amazing. You are amazing. I've never in my life had such amazing sex. I know I keep saying amazing but there's just no other word for it," she said on a purr.
She kissed him deeply so he could really understand how great she was feeling. "Thank you, Mark, for showing me how a woman is supposed to be loved," she said, meaning every word.
Mark visibly relaxed. He could tell she truly meant it. "If you give me about a week I can show you again," Mark said.
"I don't think I can possibly wait a week," she told him, as she brought her hand down his body and rubbed him.
"Woman you are trying to kill me," he said to her as he kissed her again. They spent the next several hours kissing, touching and laughing. No one emerged until very late the next afternoon.
Chapter Seven
"Mark, I found a lot of pictures of Emily in Chris's belongings. I'm going to do a search on him and see what I can find out. Keep an eye on the guy, I should have everything back within a couple of hours," Chad said.
"I will," Mark replied, deciding Chris would be working with him that day.
Mark walked out to the barn and found Bob with Chris and some of the other guys. "Hey Bob I'm going to steal Chris from you. I need some help with the South pasture," Mark said.
"No problem, boss."
Chris followed Mark out to the field and that's where Chad found them a couple hours later. "Hey boss can we go inside, I have some stuff to show you? Chris can come along," Chad said, nonchalantly.
Mark knew Chad had found the answers he was looking for from the look he gave him. He was just trying to get Chris away from any other people at that point. Luckily Chris didn't seem to realize anything was up.
Chad was a smart enough man to have gotten the rest of the family away from the house while they got it all settled. They stepped into the den and a couple of police officers were there waiting for them.
"What's going on?" Chris asked, with some suspicion.
"That's what we want to ask you," Mark said with venom.
On the table were the pictures Chad had found and the paper with Chris's history on it. The man narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits and glared at Chad. Chad smiled at him with an expression that seemed to say 'bring it on buddy.'
"What the hell is this? It's okay to go through people's stuff now?" Chris yelled.
"What are you doing with all these pictures of Emily?" Mark asked in a deadly calm voice. He was in no way calm but he wouldn't let that show to the disgusting man.
"I can have pictures of whoever I like," the man sneered.
Chad pulled out pictures of the other girls he'd found. "These don't look like women to me," Chad snapped, barely maintaining control of his temper. He'd found not only pictures of Emily but also indecently exposed pictures of young women taken through windows, without their knowledge.
Chris's face paled as he saw those pictures. Chad must have found them in some secret hideaway the man thought was safe. He looked nervously over at the police officers.
"Once I found out you were a convicted felon and on parole I decided to look around a little deeper," Chad said. "I found your stash of photos below a loose floorboard. I think these would be a breach of your parole."