Every time I Look at You.

Chapter Seven

(Mature Content. You've been warned.)

Mark watched me intently as we ate. I occasionally glanced up at him and blushed when our eyes met. I immediately looked back down. We soon finished dinner when I stood and grasped my plate. I turned and there he was, looking down at me. I gasped softly, the plate almost falling to the floor.

Lucky he was before me because he caught it he took my plate and set it back down on the table. He then cupped my face in his large hands and kissed me deeply. I gasped and leaned against him, clutching him weakly to my aroused body.

As his tongue ravished my mouth, his hands slid down to my rear and squeezed. I moaned wantonly against his warm lips. We then separated, breathless. I looked back down at the table and gasped. Our plates were gone.

"My minions took care of it." he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Oh."

He turned me to the table and grasped my waist, lifting me onto it. He spread my legs and wedged his hips in between them. I grasped his vest and pulled him close, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He growled lowly as my breath quickened. We kissed again.

I ran my hands under his vest and up his back. His muscles trembled under my fingers as his heart pounded in his chest. We parted again, and I pushed his vest off of his shoulders. His body was beautifully muscled as I couldn't look away from his toned chest and abs; not to mention his tattooed arms.

I slowly ran my hands down his chest, getting low, sultry moans from the man I've grown to love.

He tore my shirt off of my body and threw it to the floor. He unclasped my bra and pulled it off, throwing it also to the floor as well. He gently pushed me back against the top of the table. He bent and kissed my breasts one by one slowly.

I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He gently pulled my arms from his neck and placed them on the table by my wrists. I groaned as he smirked, bending back down and resumed to kissing my breasts.

"I hate you..." I moaned softly.

"Hmm..."

He smirked against my warm skin then nuzzled my sensitive nipple, making me moan loudly and arch my back into his touch. He let my wrists go and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them off with one fierce tug. I gasped as my panties came off as well.

He looked down at my throbbing sex and groaned. He leaned down on top of me lightly as his right hand delved between my legs. As his finger grazed me, I cried out.

He quickly smothered my cries of passion with his lips. As his tongue thrust into my welcoming mouth, he pushed his finger into me. And my God, it felt good.

"Mark!" I gasped as a second finger delved into me.

"That's it, sweetheart. Moan for me." He growled into my ear.

I mewled his name as his actions were driving me insane. His long fingers pumped all the way up to the knuckles. I quivered as I felt an amazing feeling begin to wash over me. At that moment, he pulled his fingers from me.

I groaned, wanting to feel that feeling all the way through. He quickly shed his pants as my eyes grew wide at his thick cock. The crown was dripping with need and it pulsed before my very eyes.

He grasped my wrists again and smiled when I moaned the word 'no'. His smile quickly vanished as his handsome features grew dark and his eyes sparkled with lust. He licked his lips and spoke.

"You're gonna enjoy this, beautiful. I know I will..."

He quickly embedded himself inside of me.

"Mark!" I screamed.

Pain grew in my groin as I slowly adjusted to his thick length. He kissed the tears away as they fell from my eyes. He remained still as my body slowly welcomed him.

He then looked down into my eyes, as if in asking for approval to move. I nodded slowly. He moved his hips up and I gasped, pleasure overriding pain.

"So you're feelin' me, beautiful. Good, then I won't stop..." he whispered into my ear.

His rhythm was slow then gradually increased as he continued kissing me deeply and passionately. I moaned in utter pleasure as his shaft completed me. He released my wrists and placed his hands flat on the table. I grasped his strong back, holding him close as he pumped fluently into me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his powerful thrusts. Soon his movements became urgent. His pace quickened as I moaned for more. I quickly grasped his strong shoulders and screamed as the orgasm ripped through my body in spasms.

He kept pumping, trying to find his own release as my sheathe tightened around his engorged length once again. Another orgasm! That was enough to push him over the edge as he roared and came, his hot seed shooting deep inside of me.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his thrusts coming to a slow stop. We lay there breathless, intertwined like vines.

He wound his arms around me and hugged me close. I was still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasms I've just had. So I wasn't able to respond much.

"I love you beautiful. I will never tire of thee's lovin'..." he whispered.

"I love you, too. " I whispered and fell into a peaceful sleep...

The End