My Lighthouse

Drowning into you

Mark opened her door and helped her out of the car. They had brought Christie and his parents home and now they finally parked their car on the driveway. Sheila left her car at the restaurant, because they didn't wanted to lose more time, by bringing her car to her apartment and then drive to Mark's house, like they normally did.

He took her hand and stared into her eyes. He had drowned in her beautiful eyes so often already, but every time he saw something new in them again. Hi beautiful, he whispered. Without loosing eye contact, he lifted her up and carried her towards the front door. Sheila put her arms around his neck and kissed the sensitive skin underneath his ear. Oh please baby, Mark moaned. Wait just a moment before I let you fall onto the driveway. Sheila giggled and let her tongue and lips play their vicious game in his neck, more passionate than before. With one hand in his neck, she caressed his chest with the other, trying to open a few of the buttons of his shirt. Mark's legs felt weak and he had to do his utterly best, to open the door while his body was failing on him already. I hate you, he whispered panting and finally the door opened. He quickly closed it again with his foot and without any hesitation, he walked up the stairs, into the bedroom.

He softly put her down on her feet and his eyes touched her entire body. Finally I get the opportunity to properly look at my gorgeous wife to be, Mark whispered with a low tone of voice. Sheila just stood there in her beautiful long red dress, which fitted her like a second skin, not being able to move at all. Her breathing was going faster already without his hands even touching her. Mark took the pins out of her hair and it fell down like a waterfall over her well shaped breasts and shoulders. The moonlight was shining into the bedroom and lightened up her blond hair as if she was an angel. He took one string of hair between his fingers and followed it down until he reached the curves of her breasts. Mark loved the way he could turn her on, just by awakening her fantasy. Mark lay his hand on her waist and walked around her without taking his hand of her dress. Sheila couldn't see him now, but feeling his warm breath on her skin, made her heart beat wildly.

She closed her eyes when she felt Mark's lips in her neck, teasing the soft skin behind her ear. His breathing betrayed how excited he was himself, but he wanted to take his time tonight. She deserved his utterly devotion and she would definitely get that now. With his hands on her hips he slowly pulled her dress up, until he could feel the softness of her skin. What the hell is this? He moaned all of a sudden and his heart missed a beat when he put his fingers under her suspenders. Oh my God! Were you wearing this all evening? He closed his eyes and tried to control his heartbeat. This was definitely a turn on and his body absolutely agreed on that. While he hold her dress up with one hand, the other found it's way over the soft skin between her legs. Sheila was panting softly, enjoying the intense feeling of excitement he gave her. Suddenly he took his hands away from her and the fabric of her dress fell down over her legs again. I want to see you, Mark whispered in her ear and slowly opened the zipper of her gown. His breathing was going fast as he touched the naked skin underneath her gorgeous red dress. His hands glide between the fabric and her skin, to embrace her soft breasts and gently squeeze them while sensually playing with her nipples. Oh Mark, Sheila moaned. I want you so badly. With her hands on her shoulders she pushed the dress of her body, to fall down on the floor.

Mark thought he was loosing his mind and suddenly his trousers didn't fitted him that well anymore. He pushed his hard manliness against her bottom, to let her feel what she did to him. Sheila grinned. Having a hard time babe? What do you think? He asked in return, while he quickly threw his tuxedo jacket onto the chair. His fingertips followed the line of her red G-string and he just couldn't resist gliding into the soft and wet spot between her legs. He didn't wanted to do it yet, but her body moved so sensual against his, he wanted to feel her crawl even more. He wanted to make her hot and excited for him, which never was a problem really, but something was different this time. More intense than it had ever been before. Maybe because the pressure was gone. He had no doubts what so ever, about marrying her anymore. She would become his as well as he would belong to her. Although in his heart he knew, they always had been.