For the rest of my life

54 4 5
                                    

Sheila sat on Mark's lap with her legs on one side of the chair, talking to Dean and Layla about the last show, while she fidgeted at Mark's neck-hair, without realizing what she actually did. Meanwhile, Mark tried to have a conversation with Shane and John, but he had a really hard time concentrating, because of the way Sheila touched the skin in his neck. He loved the feeling of her nails and fingertips crawling down his skin and he tried his best not to fantasize, what more she could do with these fingers of hers.

For someone who didn't know, they looked like a sweet couple in love. Only the people present at this long table, knew the struggle they had to go through, to be lovers at all. But they also knew, that these two people couldn't function without each other. Mark sang at his best when he was in love and Sheila arranged everything the best way possible, if she did it for the people she loved the most. And whatever would happen in their lives, together they could handle the world, but apart from each other they were just a shadow of themselves.

Sheila took a sip of her beer and nibbled on some chips, while she listened to Dean, when she suddenly felt Mark's arm stronger around her waist. He tried to pick up something from the floor. But because he didn't wanted to ask her to get off his lap, he almost lost his balance and he had to grab her body tight, to pull himself up again instead of falling down the floor together with her. Sheila felt his strong arms pulling her close to him. Touching her breasts and her belly with his large hands. She shortly closed her eyes and for a moment she wished she could turn back time and they were back in London again. The time he touched her the same way and she responded passionately to everything he did. Feeling him so close, she could feel his heart beating like crazy. Did he still longed for her, the same way she longed for him?

Sorry sweetie, he said almost panting. What the hell is this? He thought to himself. She sat on his lap half of the evening, like a very good friend. Everything went well....okay not completely well, but now his body went ballistic because he touched the soft curves of her breasts? Had he become crazy? He had touched her before. Why did he responded so extremely intense this time? He knew he had to take away his hand, but he just couldn't move, as if he was enchanted. After a short period of time, he finally put his hand down on her legs and tried to follow the conversation again next to him, even though he realized it was impossible to do so. With her warm and longing body on his lap, there was no saving them now. He realized it might have been wiser to put her on a chair of her own, but feeling her so close to him made him feel so good. He had promised her as well as himself, to first talk to her and than he would see what will happen. But the way he felt now, had nothing to do with talking.

Sheila tried to breath as normal as possible, but her heart was beating on places it shouldn't be. Especially here amongst friends, she should not be feeling this untamed desire flowing through her body like this. She felt his warm breath in her neck and it wasn't a breath who wanted to talk. He wanted her and she desperately longed for him. Sitting here on his lap while his body leaned against her back, made her able to feel the tension of every muscle in his body. With his face behind hers, she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek which caused a heat between her legs only he could extinguished. Oh stop it Sheila! She said to herself. I have to get a grip on myself, otherwise I scare him of again. She took a deep breath to calm down, but when she felt his hand on her leg, she lost herself all over again. The warmth of his hand didn't stop at the denim of her jeans. It burned deep inside of her and she wanted him to feel that too.

Mark noticed how Sheila lay her hand on top of his and slowly pushed their hands between her legs. She behaved as normal as possible, so the others wouldn't suspect what was going on between the two of them, but Mark could feel the beating of her heart which betrayed her real intentions to him. To make things worse, Sheila sensually moved her bottom close to his body, while her other hand massaged the tense muscles in his neck and shoulder. Sometimes she answered to what Dean and Layla said, which made it look like she was just sitting on his lap while she followed the conversations around her. But Mark felt her hands and what she was trying to tell him without speaking a word and that drove him crazy. Sheila stop it please, he whispered in her ear while his breathing went faster than before. His lips touched her skin, while talking to her and she felt the shivers going down her spine. We need to talk sweetie. I think it's better we go back to the hotel.

Sheila tried to turn her body around to look him in the eye , but while she moved on his lap, she felt his body suddenly respond intensely to her movements and fidgeting. She felt his hard desire beating against her bottom and smiled at him while she bit her lip. You little bitch, she heard Mark whisper in her ear and pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. Hmm that's not a good start don't you think? Sheila turned her face and she finally looked him in his beautiful blue eyes, who looked at her very seriously. She had tried to avoid to look into his eyes like this, because she knew that would be the hardest thing to do. She saw her passion reflected in his eyes and suddenly everything changed. She sat so close to him now, she just had to kiss him. It felt like everyone around them faded away as she slowly and sensually touched his soft and hungry lips. Oh please, he moaned.

He wanted her to go on, but not here at this table in this cute little pub. Mark grabbed his phone of the table and send a text message, while he tried to push Sheila of his lap. What are you doing? she asked with fear in her voice. She was scared he would go away, because she seduced him to much and he had promised her they would talk first before ...... yeah, before what actually? Sheila wondered. Having sex or making love? To be honest, she didn't care how to call it, but she longed for him so badly it even hurt. Mark looked at her with amazement on his face. I called for our driver of course. Sheila frowned. Oh, how could she forget?! Something she even arranged herself, after a taxi driver had tried to sell his story about the Westlife boys to the tabloids. He had driven them from the pub back to the hotel, after a night out and in a drunken mood, the lads had said more than was good for them. Since then, Sheila had hired a private chauffeur who drove them around during the period of the tour.

Mark stood up, while he firmly hold on to Sheila's hand. Shane are you coming buddy? Nicky? Kian? It's okay Mark, Nicky smiled. I think we'll stay some more, but we will see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Kian grinned which got him a poke in his side from Nicky. Shut up! Mark looked around, hold up his hand and wished them all a good night, before he softly pulled Sheila out of the pub into the night. The car had already arrived and the chauffeur stood outside to open the door for them. "To the hotel please Steward", Mark said and stepped into the car next to Sheila.

The tension between them was enormous. Mark's heart beat like crazy not to mention the way his body responded to her presence here in the car with him. Mark put his hand on her leg and looked at her. He wanted to say so much and again so little. He wanted to make love to her like never before, but he didn't know what was the right thing to do. While still looking in each other's eyes, Mark felt her hand on top of his leg, moving down to caress his manliness and Mark shortly closed his eyes trying to resist the feelings he felt inside. He pushed the button in the door, so Steward couldn't overhear them talking, when he softly moaned because of the feeling she gave him. Oh sweetheart how I have missed you, Mark whispered. What did you mis the most? Sheila asked while she firmly stroke over the fabric of his jeans. She knew the car was dark and Steward couldn't see them, which made it even more exciting about what she wanted to do right now. She bended over and within seconds she opened the buttons of his jeans, pulled his shirt out and let her hand glide between his boxers. Oh no Sheila, he moaned and grabbed her by her beautiful long blond hair. Mark couldn't believe she was doing this, but as he felt how she pulled his manliness out and caressed it with her soft and sweet lips, he had to believe it. He pushed his back against the car seat and lay his head against the headrest, while Sheila enclosed his manliness between her hand and softly sucked on it. Oh my God! He moaned. Her tongue almost made him lose his mind, but he had to stop her before something went wrong in the car. Sheila no! He almost yelled it, because of the way she put his manliness in her mouth just one more time. She stopped and looked up at him with begging eyes. No? He looked down at her and caressed her face, while he shook his head. You know I promised you, to talk to you first. You can talk to me now, she smiled with a naughty look on her face and teased him with her tongue just once. Mark wetted his lips, closed his eyes and smiled. My wild beautiful flower, please don't you ever leave me again and he felt tears coming up. Sheila's hand caressed his hairy chest and she kissed his desirable body. I won't sweetheart, I won't. She tried to help him to put on his jeans again, but Mark smiled and advised her to keep her hands to her self for a while. Although there was still a lot to be said, they both didn't wanted to talk right now. Mark put his arm around her and pulled her close, while he kissed her on her forehead. I love you, he whispered. For the rest of my life......

My Lighthouse Where stories live. Discover now