Somehow, some way, his bed felt softer. The sheets underneath me as Mark rested me gently on top of them felt more like cotton than polyester. The look in his eyes, gazing down on me in this moment wasn't a look of lust but rather that of tender love. He wasn't looking me down as if I were a piece of meat like normal, which I did kind of like but rather looked at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his sight on.

This already felt different, and nothing had even happened yet. We may have had sex way more then any normal couple does in the time span that we've been together but, I felt more like this was my 'first time.' As if I were a virgin all over again, ready to give myself to the one I love. I guess, in a way I kind of was. Sex and making love are two completely different things, and the butterflies in my stomach, and the pounding in my chest told me that this was going to be something really special.

Immediately, I began to feel somewhat venerable when he gently lifted my dress up and over my head. This may have happened many times before but this was possibly one of the most erotic moments of my life. There I was sitting on the edge of his bed half naked when in the mean time, I couldn't stop thinking about how only an hour prior I was kicked out of my house

Although I wanted this,  I in no way wanted Mark to think I didn't but, at the same time it was hard to try and pretend like everything was okay. I just couldn't help but wonder if I did the right thing by leaving. "You're too beautiful to be sad. So let me help ease you into a peace of mind." My dress was then dropped to the floor right next to his feet, and I leaned back welcoming Mark's warm body.

Crawling up onto the bed his weight hovered above me, straddling my one leg, as I laid down in to a comfortable position and bit my lip anxiously anticipating his next move. His fingertips trailed down the length of my torso ever so softly leaving goosebumps and tingles, before his lips finally found mine. His kisses were sweet, deep and they slowly lulled me into a sense of security.

The mixture of our saliva strung between our lips as he pulled away. I closed my eyes as he began to kiss his way down my neck, passed my chest and ran his lips over my every freckle. As soon as he made it to my abdomen I flinched when he made contact with the more sensitive skin. It kind of tickled but in a good way.

I felt as his wet tongue came out, and trailed across my stomach in such a way I knew what he was doing. 'M-A-R-K' was being spelled with his tongue across my already burning flesh. I couldn't help but giggle. It was like he was marking me his territory, and then he repositioned himself. His teeth grazed the skin just under my belly button, before coming to a halt at my waist line.

Mark's strong fingers pressed firmly into my hip bones, and his teeth grasped a hold on the lining of my panties. He slid them down slowly towards my knees using nothing but his mouth in order to do so. I tightened my legs together, as he got off of the bed and continued to drag my panties down the remaining length of my legs. "I think you should teach me a lesson in love," I purred teasingly beckoning him back onto the bed with a flirtatious grin.

Inside I was cringing at how corny that may have sounded, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead Mark responded with a slight sexy grunt and made an attempt to get back up onto the bed. I stuck my foot out to him playfully putting a halt to his motion. "Uh-uh," I mumbled shaking my head from side to side. "T-shirt. Lose it," I demanded beginning to bite on the tip on my index finger.

I knew his main concern was all about me, and making me feel good and feel comfortable but I loved seeing his beautifully sculpted figure in the flesh. Especially after he begins to sweat. The sweat glistening off of his toned bare chest and broad shoulders easy drives me absolutely wild. His eyes began to light up before removing his shirt, flinging it half way across the room and then he flexed for me. His sexy sideways grin shot my way, almost as if to ask 'do you like what you see,' and I most certainly did.

With my one request having been met, I lowed my foot down, ready to welcome him once again. The way Mark's beautiful chocolate gaze set on me before joining me back on the bed made me melt in a completely new and exciting way. "Just lay back, relax and let me take care of the rest," Mark uttered climbing his soft body back up onto me.

I followed Mark's instructions by laying back, allowing him to drop his face in between the arch of my neck and my shoulders. He propped himself up by using his fore arms, and his kisses trailed up my jawline and found my lips once more. It was a longing deep kiss full of feeling and passion before finally, I found his tongue traveling into my willing mouth. A soft moan was made against his mouth when one of his hands ran across my body, finding it's way down between my legs to caress my inner thigh.

His very touch left me trembling, making is hard to ignore my desires for much longer. I could sense how important it was for him to make this experience all about me and put me in a more relaxed state. However it took every bit of strength I had to resist pulling a fast movement which would lead him to being the one pinned to the bed and, me in total control. The very thought excited me, but this-- this was something special and I sure as hell was going to enjoy it.

The longer our lips stayed locked, the more erect my nipples became until finally I could feel as if they were poking out of my bra in a means of begging for attention. I continued sucking on his tongue, or gently nibbling his bottom lip just waiting for the moment I would get to feel his strong hands caress my firm, sensitive breasts or to feel his tongue against my quivering and throbbing clit. Needless to say, my body was ready and I used every means of body language I could to try and show him how badly I wanted him without having to break from our embrace.

After my efforts came up futile, I finally took it upon myself. I grabbed a hold of the hand that was between my legs, and brought it up to my chest. I planted his palm firmly against my breast, and allowed him to do the rest. His very first action was to take my breasts out of the front of my bra instead of undoing it and exposed just how hard and puffy my nipples had already become. Mark gently began to pinch them, slightly twisted them, and rolled them around between his thumb and index finger, but I wanted more.

I turned my head off to the side claiming I needed to take a breather, which lead him to move from my lips down to my breasts to finally pay them some much needed attention. When Mark's mouth made contact with my cleavage, I got exactly what I wanted: he was kissing them, licking them and sucking on them hard leaving his hot breath to run between my breasts making me shiver. I closed my eyes and savored each individual movement he made, as he gently and then harder continued to suckle before finally taking the full right nipple into his mouth.

Already I began to grind my hips against his straddling position, in a way kind of stimulating myself by running my lower region across his upper thigh. This was when I realized Mark had already become so hard I could feel his concealed erection through his pants. I could no longer resist the temptation. As he passionately made love to my breasts, I ran my hand down his hairless chest, over his belly button, and in between our warm bodies in an attempt to stroke his hardness from the outside of his pants.

As soon as I ran my gentle hand across the outside, the groan that escaped his lips sounded almost painful... like it was beginning to cause him pain by keeping it concealed. I took a moment to contemplate what I should do. I knew this was suppose to be all about me, but if he's keeping himself concealed for far too long, I'd rather not have him in discomfort. With minor difficulty, I managed to undo the button to his dress pants with my one hand in order to try and bring him some relief. With my other hand, I used it to prop his chin up, and brought his face back towards mine. "I'm ready. Make love to me, Mark."

His loving eyes returned my gaze, and his canines just began to appear as he flashed me a charming smile beginning to slide off the bed once again. Staring at him while he undid his pants and slid them down to his ankles made my heart feel warm because I knew I did the right thing when walking away earlier. When he rose back to his feet, I could see the formation of his hardened member straining against his boxer briefs and ever so slightly peeking out of the hole.

No longer willing to wait, I opened my legs ever so slightly, and ran both my hands over my body, biting at my bottom lip just waiting for him. He stood back a moment and watched my every movement, while I tried to entice him even more so and finally his fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and he glided them down his legs. I had never noticed before, and for what ever reason now I did but, I took notice to his every detail. The bulging veins, the slight upturned curve and the reddish mushroom shaped tip that I wanted so desperately to feel inside.

I propped myself up, and then came to a full sitting position on the edge of the bed. I took Mark's solid member in hand, slowly beginning to pump it which made him let out an anguished moan of satisfaction. 'Just because he wants to make love to me doesn't mean this can't be about both of us.' Mark tore away from my grasp, and gave me a small shove to my shoulder getting me to lean back. "Tonight's all about making you feel loved, so allow me to do so," he requested as I leaned back and he leaned forward in between my legs.

He started out with slow and soft kisses to either of my inner thighs and and then even more warm kisses against the outer lips of my lower region. I couldn't help but wince and arch my back at his touch and he was very attentive to my body language. My eyes grew wider with amazement at how unusually gentle he was being. Sure I liked when he got aggressive but he treated me similar to fragile porcelain.

I let out a bit of a whine when he rolled his tongue penetrating the folds. I could feel my body temperature rising as it traveled to various places of my body. It felt like liquid fire coursing through my veins and I wanted more. I was already getting so worked up and he hadn't even penetrated me yet, which completely blew my mind. His tongue continued to explode the shallow depths of my lower region, and although it wasn't able to get very far, eating me out was something Mark was certainly good at.

My juices were already beginning to flow and whelm up making me near soaking wet and it felt incredible. Finally he hit a sweet spot, and I began to grind myself against this face, and every flick against that sweet spot felt so much more intense. Before I knew it, I had a faint stream of liquid flowing out and rushing against his tongue.

I leaned upwards and peeked down nervously to see if he took notice. The look in his eyes as he gazed back up at me told me he noticed, but the fact that he didn't pull away said that he didn't mind. This was when he took the fingers of his right hand and used them to spread my lips a little further apart, to give him better access to that tiny sweet spot just on the under side of my clit. while our eye contact stayed locked, he looked at me with a devilish smirk and proceeded to violently use the tip of his tongue to stimulate me.

My breathing became more hitched and heavy by his actions, and caused me to reach up clutching onto a pillow as the tingling sensation just became more aggressive. I couldn't help but continue to watch him. Something about watching him lap up the juices I was producing only for him, and watching him enjoy it was an incredible turn on.

"I can't take much more of this," I cried out when I felt my hips wanting to buck and my heart rate increasing. I was so close to finishing but the main event hadn't happened yet. I so desperately wanted to feel him inside before I came but, if he kept this up much longer that wouldn't be able to happen. I'm sure Mark could sense how close I was so he pulled his face away and instead got into a kneeling position, grabbing a hold of my upper thighs and pushed them off to their individual sides which was spreading my legs wider apart.

Again Mark's weight hovered over me and I wrapped myself around his broad shoulders. He leaned into my body positioning his face back in between my neck and shoulders when his hard on managed to find my anxious hole without complications or any need of guidance. I wrapped my legs around his waist hooking my ankles together, and latched my wrists around his neck holding him closer to my body when he started to thrust. I couldn't help but get a little loud when instead of taking it easy like I expected, he was trying to get himself all the way in. He was right though, making love can still be rough and indeed it was. I wanted nothing more from him then the rough pounding he was already supplying.

It may have been rough but it was different, in an amazing way. Every thrust me made caused his body to forcefully smack against my pelvic bone and although it did kind of hurt all I could think of was how lucky I was that the man wrapped up in my arms was entirely all mine, and I was his in return. That's what made this moment special. It seemed as if we were connecting physically, mentally and emotionally on an entirely new level and that in itself was pure magic.

Eventually after enough time spent in this position my legs were beginning to cramp up but I refused to lose the frantic pace of our coupling by saying anything. Just as well because by the look on Mark's face, he was close and I was too. Very quickly I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. My heart was racing, my eyes were close to rolling back and I began to buck. An intense build up of pressure was just aching to explode and as Mark continued with a few powerful thrusts it was enough to send me over the edge.

"Babe, I'm gonna cu--" Almost in sync with my release a tremendous load of warm liquid was felt gushing deep inside, and Mark's bulging biceps began to twitch. Our mutual orgasm was quite easily the most intense moment of our sex life. Although we've achieved mutual orgasm's before this was something truly special and more than anything I felt as if we had grown closer as a couple. There was no way anything could have quite matched up to this experience that we shared together, no matter how hard it tried.

Soon our panting faded to nothingness and Mark pulled out, flopping back over onto the sweaty bed sheet. All I wanted to do now was be in his arms. That was where I felt the most safe and secure, so I snuggled up close to him. "Thank you. That was wonderful," I whispered with a smile of gratitude, resting my head onto his bare chest. The corners of his lips turned upwards and his eyes changed to a softened glow when he took me into his arms for a powerful embrace. 'This was exactly what I needed.'