My Lighthouse

Taking time

After hugging Gillian for the hundredth time, Sheila closed the door behind her. Kian and Jodi were the first pair to leave and Shane and Gillian the last one. Sheila had decided to let them go in pairs instead of all at once, just in case fanatical fans and press would still lay in front of the hotel. Of course they went through the staff entrance, but still she wanted to be sure, that the boys and their girlfriends could enter the hotel without being seen or attacked by anyone.

With her back against the front door she took a deep breath. Pffff what a night! They all had enjoyed the evening to the fullest and Sheila and Mark secretly had a lot of fun, when the lads acted like they felt sorry of leaving Mark's house and go to the hotel, after such a delightful evening. Sure they had lots of laughter and also serious conversations, but seeing their girls again after almost three weeks of only contact by phone, Mark and Sheila knew for sure Kian, Shane as well ass Nicky wanted some time alone with their girls. Tomorrow she would see them all again, but probably not as much as today. Sheila had arranged tickets on tomorrow's show for Gillian, Jodi, Gina and herself, to join the show together. It would become the first show ever, where the boys were all off the "dating market". In her heart Sheila hoped it would stay this way. She liked all three of the girls very much. Time would tell, if the girls, as well as the lads could handle the pressure, that being a part of Westlife contained.

Sheila opened the door to the kitchen and saw Mark sitting in the large armchair by the fireplace. He had his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the fire and his glass of wine in his hand. Sheila walked behind the chair and slowly bended over to sensually caress his chest. Mark smiled. Hi beautiful. He took her hand in his and kissed the palm of her hand. Thank you, he whispered. For what sweetheart? Sheila put her hands on his shoulders and began to massage him. Hmmm, that feels good, Mark moaned while he closed his eyes again. Where did you learn that? With her thumbs she massaged the back of his neck, while her other fingers massaged the muscles behind his collarbones. Mark got shivers down his spine of the way her hands pleased his body. He took her by her hand and guided her around the chair until she stood in front of him. He put his glass down on the small table next to him and he slowly pulled sheila on his lap. I want to thank you for making my life complete, he said softly while his hand gently pushed a string of her long blond hair behind her ear. With the back of his hand he caressed her face, down along her neck, until his fingertips sensually followed the curves of her well-shaped breasts. Sheila's eyes were glued to his and her chest was going up and down of excitement. Don't thank me, she whispered with a hoarse voice. This way it sounds, like it's a sacrifice to do so. Sheila reached out her hand to touch his face and slowly stroke his lips. Like a normal reaction, Mark slightly opened them while he sucked the air into his body. The way she touched him took his breath away. It's so easy to love you, Sheila whispered, while she touched his face again. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her close. His lips touched hers, but they didn't kiss yet. Their breath got mixed between their faces and their bodies moved, because of their hearts beating wildly for each other. Mark kissed her slow and gentle, while his tongue played his well known passionate game with hers.

Sheila's fingers unbuttoned his shirt, touching his hairy chest with softness and love. She didn't wanted to hurry, because it was late in the evening. She wanted to enjoy his presence, his softness, his passionate kisses, his love. Mark put his large hand against her face. It felt warm and soft and it gave her a feeling of protection. She closed her eyes, while slightly leaning against it. Oh sweetheart, Mark whispered. His breathing was irregular and his eyes dark blue. Sheila put her hand on his heart, I know.....I know.....they silenced and just looked at each other. An unspoken love, so intense, so beautiful, but there was also fear of the unknown. What was yet to come, which could hurt their happiness? Whatever that may be, as long as their love remained as strong as it was now, they could concur everything. Make love to me, Sheila whispered. She had a loving and peaceful expression on her face. Not an untamed desire like yesterday. Today everything felt right, their presence here, their lives together. The time of searching where and to whom to belong to was over and Sheila saw her feelings reflected in his eyes.