The Trials of Love

Chapter 3

That morning, I felt so completely and utterly satisfied. God, last night was amazing. I'm going to be honest, at first I couldn't believe I had had a one night stand but it was so worth it. If that ache between my legs said anything, it said that last night my body was properly attended to. And oh boy, did he attended to my body! And he was huge! I shuddered just thinking about it. When I rolled over to face him, I found him awake watching me. The arm that was slung casually around my waist tightened. "Morning." He said.

I had to suppress a moan. His voice was even sexier in the morning. I could definitely get used to that!

"Morning."  I whispered.

"How are you feeling?" Hmmm. How was I feeling? I mean, I knew how I was feeling but how do explain to him without sounding like some teen romance novel?

"Fucking incredible." He chuckled. Nice Liz. Way to go. I blushed and looked out the window. He groaned. "What?" I asked. "You don't know how sexy you look when you do that."

My blushed deepened. He groaned once more then crashed his lips in to mine. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance but I smirked and shook my head. He bit my bottom lip and I yelped. His tongue seized mine and they mingled and fought for dominance. I moaned into his mouth, submitting to him. I tangled my hands in his hair and tugged him closer. I loved running my hands through his hair and guessing by the way he reacted, he liked it too. He took me by surprise and flipped us so he was hovering over me. I was glad we were still naked. He kissed his way down to my breast and took my tip in his mouth. Arching my back towards him, I moaned.

"Markus." I panted.

"Hmmm?" He murmured as his mouth switched to my other tip. I moaned once more. "Hurry." He smirked as he kissed his way down to my belly button, circling it with his tongue. "Patience my Lizzie." I smiled loving that he had started calling me his Lizzie. As he got lower, he skipped over the part of me that ached for him the most in this moment and kissed and nipped his way up my thigh. When he was almost at my throbbing center, his door opened.

"Hey Mark. I was wondering- " The guy looked up from his paper and stopped talking. Then he started to babble.

"Oh ummm sorry. I was just- I didn't know - ummm." While he did that, I squirmed from under Markus and hid under the blanket.

"Just get out!" Markus growled. "Yeah ummm, I'm gonna go." Then he bolted out of the room. Markus rested his head on my shoulder and groaned.

"Who was that?" I asked quietly.

"That was my roommate and brother Paul."

"Oh." We stayed like this for a bit before I sighed.

"I should get going." I said quietly, all shy-girl again. He nodded. "Let me drive you."

We got dressed and on our way out, we saw Paul in the living room. He stood up when he saw us. "Hey sorry about earlier. I should have knocked."

"Yeah, you should have." Markus grumbled. Paul held his hand out to me.

"As you may have picked up, I'm Paul." He smiled. I looked at him. He was about 6'3". He had brown hair and green eyes and looked nothing like Markus. He was pretty built too. I met his hand and shook. "Elizabeth."

"Hey, we should go." Markus said putting his hand on the small of my back and guiding me out of his house. "It was nice meeting you." I heard Paul call before the door closed. Markus drove me home and the ride was relatively quiet aside from my giving him directions. When we pulled up in my apartment complex, we sat there, in the car, not moving. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed in fustration.