My Lighthouse

Mark and Sheila thanked Steward for the ride and wished him a good night as they walked into the hotel hand in hand. They seemed at ease together, but it was definitely the complete other way around. Mark had just promised her, he would stay with her for the rest of his live, which meant there would be a marriage on Christmas day. But both of them weren't thinking about a marriage at all. Sheila could hardly keep her hands away from him and she couldn't wait until they were at her hotel room. Mark seemed to be more at ease, but that was only on the outside. Sure he wanted to kiss and embrace her already, but with press and fans around all the time, he didn't wanted to take the risk of being photographed. He felt more comfortable with Sheila around, but he still didn't like the picking in his private life. Not by the press as well as by the fans. What ever happened in his lives, that feeling would never go away. They didn't call it a private life for nothing. Please let my private life be private too, he said on a tv-show once. But as being a star for a lot of people, he realized that would never be the case.

As soon as Sheila put the key into the door, she felt Mark's arms around her waist and his lips kissing her neck. Finally they were alone. Finally no one to judge them and finally time to find out what they really wanted. The door opened and as they walked in, Mark immediately pulled her close to caressed her soft and longing body, while he closed the door with his foot. He turned sheila around to look into her beautiful green eyes trying to understand what she really felt inside. His chest was going back and forth of excitement, but deep in his heart he wanted to slow down with her. He had missed her for more than two weeks and although she was around all that time, not being able to touch or kiss her, had been a real torture for him.

Mark gently put his hand against her face and looked into her eyes. I can't tell you, how happy I am that we're here together again, he said softly. Sheila noticed, Mark's voice, as well as his hands, trembled. Was he nervous? Sheila took his hand of her face and put it on her heart. Without their eyes loosing contact, she whispered, You never left sweetheart. Mark felt her soft breast in the palm of his hand and he shortly closed his eyes, while his heart beat wildly. Oh Sheila, no I didn't leave. You are my heart, my breath, my sunshine and my lighthouse. You safe me, when my days are dark. The lights in your eyes guid me the way, when I am lost. And I was so lost without you. Mark softly massaged her breast, while his other hand caressed her back. His breathing was going fast, but the way his hands moved it seemed as if he wanted to take his time with her. Maybe he thought, that's what she wanted. Mark was confused, something he never was, when it came to making love with Sheila. Her eyes were dark green of passion, but the way she acted was slow and sensual. Feeling her hips teasing his manliness made him almost loose his mind, but something in the way she moved gave him the feeling, she wasn't completely ready yet. But where was she waiting for?

Sheila put her hands behind his head and stroke through his thick hair, while she slowly approached him to kiss his soft and beautiful lips. I wanted to do this so badly for more than two weeks now, she whispered panting. Her body was on fire, but she also loved to tease him, by pleasing him slow and easy, as long as she could succeed at that. Sheila felt his breathing going fast against her skin, while she caressed his lips with hers. She felt his hungry tongue inside of her, but she hold her head slightly backwards as soon as he got to greedy. Slow and sensual she stroke her body against his, knowing it was the opposite around of what she felt inside. Mark frowned and in his eyes she saw misunderstanding and a kind of panic about her slow way of seducing him. Didn't she long for him untamable, like she showed him in the car? Sheila bit softly in his lower lip and whispered, how much did you mis me? With one hand behind his neck, she caressed his chest with the other, while going down over his manliness. She stroke firmly over his hard desire and in his eyes she saw nothing but fire. Mark moaned as he felt helpless because of the wild passion he felt inside and the slow way she teased him. And although he wanted to take her here and now, he also loved the game she played with him.