My Lighthouse

Waiting impatiently

Sheila put her head against the back of the garden-bed and watched how the sun showed a little piece of its brightness above the clouds. It was just 6.30 in the morning, but she hadn't been able to sleep any more. Mark was still snoring and she didn't wanted to wake him up. He needed his sleep after being away for so long and knowing it wasn't far done yet. They would have two or three weeks of, but then it started all over again. Different countries, different people, but no one ever noticed if the lads were tired or not. On stage, they always tried to do the best they could.

Sheila put her hands more firmly around the mug of coffee, took a sip and leaned backwards again. She closed her eyes when a happy sunbeam shined in her face. Ready to start the day. I felt cold and lonely, she suddenly heard Mark's voice behind her. Sheila screamed and spilled some coffee over her hand and bathrobe. Auch! Shit Mark, you scared the hell out me! Mark smiled and pouted his lips to show her, he was sorry. "Second time in two days. Hmmm, maybe it's better if I leave again", he answered while he sat down with her. Sheila looked up shortly and smiled tenderly, while she was still wiping of the coffee from her hand as well as from her bathrobe. Mark put his hand on top of her legs and softly squeezed the smooth skin on the inside of her leg. When she was finally finished he put his other hand under her chin to push it up and whispered, "hi beautiful. I was wondering where you were". Sheila looked into his beautiful blue eyes and felt shivers going down her spine. He bended over and as he almost kissed her lips, she whispered, " I am here". Mark smiled and kissed her lips with such tenderness, that Sheila put her legs down as in a natural response and pushed her body closer against his.

Without letting go of their kiss, he took her mug in his hand and put it on the little side-table next to them. "Maybe that's more safe", he mumbled against her lips. His hand glide between her bathrobe to feel the softness of her breast in the palm of his hand, while Sheila played with the short hair in his neck. He had missed her so badly and he was intended to show her that, as often as he could. Her breathing was going faster and irregular. He held his head slightly backwards and looked into her dark green eyes. Her long blond hair fell over her shoulders and a few strings covered her breasts. Mark turned a string of hair around his fingers. His eyes followed the movement of his fingers from her face going down, until they reached the height of her nipples. With his thumb he drew circles around them, while he stared in her eyes and loved every sign of passion her body showed him. The fact they hardly spoke, compensated the way their bodies screamed out for each other. Sheila slowly untidied his belt and pushed his bathrobe open. While her hungry eyes touched his body, her fingers glide over his hairy chest, up to his neck, gently touching the back of his head and then she followed the lines of his beautiful face. Their hearts beating wildly and their lips almost touched. "I've missed you", Mark panted. "So much". He closed his eyes when he felt her passionate answer on his lips while her tongue played her game with his.

Mark stood up from the garden-bed and took her hand. His bathrobe hung open and Sheila could see how his body longed for her. She put one hand on his belly, while the other still hold his hand. She sensually stroke the smooth skin down along his manliness. She didn't touch it, but she did not need to either. He was turned on enough, even by just looking at her and fantasizing about what she could do to him. He pulled her up and put his arm around her waist to pull her close. Her bathrobe slightly opened and he could feel the warmth of her naked body against his. Sheila saw his jaws tighten and realized it wouldn't take long, before he would drag her upstairs. She drowned in his gorgeous blue eyes, who looked at her seriously, though full of passionate. And she didn't doubt for one moment, when he turned around with their fingers still strangled, to walk back into the house, and up the stairs. Still none of them said a word.

As Mark walked into the bedroom, he suddenly took her by her other hand and twirled her around, just like a ballerina. Sheila's bathrobe fell open and Mark grinned because of the the blush she got on her cheeks. Are you blushing because you feel ashamed for me? he whispered and pushed the bathrobe in one movement from her shoulders down onto the floor. "You are so beautiful", he whispered and touched the scars, who were nicely recovered from her last operation. His fingertips touched her belly, down to her thighs when he finally lay his hands on her bottom to pull her close. She moaned softly, when she felt his hard desire against her longing body. They were standing in the middle of their bedroom, when Mark suddenly lifted her up, to carry her towards the bed.  Sheila put her arm around him, while she gently kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. Mark shook his head in disbelief. This is so much better than a computer screen, he smirked and lay her down on the bed.