TASTES LIKE LOVE

The Burning Night

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The following chapter contains mature content. If you aren't comfortable with graphical depictions of sexual nature, stop here.
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Mark stared up at the woman sitting in his lap. Her face flushed with desire, eyes wide and her breath warm in the air between them. He ran a hand down her side, pulling her closer by the hips.
She gasped, feeling the growing bulge in his pants on her inner thighs.

"Do you really want this?" he asked, stroking her cheek. He knew if he gave in to her, there was no going back. He could try, but he wanted her, badly, and it would take more than an iron will to walk away.

She nodded, and he frowned a little, sliding his hand around to the back of her neck to hold her in place. "Use your words, darling," he said, searching her eyes for any signs of reluctance.
"Yes," she breathed, and moved her hips a little, and his brain short circuited. Fucking hell.

He kissed her, hard, keeping his hands on her as gentle as possible, careful not to hurt her. She made a little noise at the back of her throat, halfway between a moan and a whimper, and he felt the cord of control he had snap.
He kissed her jaw, then her neck, and her heavy breathing was music to his ears.

She always smelled amazing, but whatever perfume she had on today was driving him crazy. "You smell so fucking good," he said, and felt her smile even without looking at her face.
She ran a hand through the hair at the back of his head, and pulled, forcing him to look up at her. She closed the gap between them with a kiss, her hands moving into his shirt, up his stomach and chest.
"Touch me," she whispered against his lips, and he obliged. His hand found the zipper at the back of her dress, and he pulled it down, slowly, then pushed the dress off her shoulders. There was no bra strap. He froze. She's done it again.

He buried his face in her neck, worried if he looked at her he won't be able to hold back. As much as he wanted her, he wanted their first time to be special, not rushed. His hands had a mind of their own, however, as they skirted up her sides and cupped her breasts, squeezing slightly, and she moaned so deliciously, turning him on to no end.

She threw her head back, giving him a nicer view of her slender neck, and he plastered kisses as she wished, licking and nipping at her skin. She was hot to the touch, her skin flaming and threatening to burn him with her. She looked so beautiful, so sensual, and he couldn't believe anyone would call her icy. She was practically melting in his arms.

"Mark," she moaned, her hips moving against his, brushing against his arousal. He hissed in a breath, his hands moving to stop her frantic movements. "Babygirl..if you do that, I'll end up fucking you right here on this couch. I want to take my time, make you want me so much you can't see straight," he warned, his own voice sounding alien with how low and gravelly it was.

"Please," she breathed, "I want.." she began, and he wouldn't let her finish. He picked her up, her legs still wrapped around him, and only stopping to drop her gently onto his bed. He would have to get back his control before he touched her any further, or this would be over before it even began.

"Give me a minute, baby," he said, getting up off of her. She was Lauren Pierce, of course she didn't listen. She got up after him, her hands latching onto his belt and pulling it off of him.
He chuckled a little at her impatience, and pulled off his shirt in one clean move. "Lay down," he said, and to his surprise, she lay down. Her hair splayed out on his pillow, her pretty eyes drunk with lust, she looked like a sultry seductress and he would be damned if he didn't give her whatever she asked of him.

He pulled off the dress that had pooled at her waist off of her, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lacy thongs. One look at her and he knew it was game over. She knew it too, as she sat up and pulled him to her, planting a hot kiss that had him at the brink of insanity.
She pushed him onto the bed, no longer waiting for him to gather his thoughts. Her mouth on his neck and chest had him gasping for breath, and he didn't stop her when she pulled off his trousers and threw them off the bed. Her eyes lingered at the bulge in his boxer briefs, and she licked her lips in anticipation, driving him crazy. She kissed a spot on the skin JUST above the band of his boxers, her quick fingers finding his arousal. I'm not going to survive this.