Markimoo

8

I walked back to the living room and sat down. “She’s really going through with it. We’ll see her in about 45 minutes or an hour.” I sighed and Mark played the movie.

It was only a few minutes in the movie that I became very aware that I was sitting next to a person I was very much attracted to. If I tuned out the movie, I could hear his soft breathing and the chuckle under his breath when something apparently pretty funny happened on screen.

“Holy shit! I love this part!” Mark suddenly exclaimed. He stood up and started busting some moves. “I think I remember the dance to this part!” He motioned for me to join him, which I did.

“I can’t dance, just letting you know.” I warned him, almost stepping on his foot.

“Everyone can dance.” Mark replied, spinning me around and moving his feet in a rhythm that was foreign to me. He did some voodoo with his feet and this time I actually did step on his foot.

“I’m sorry,” I tried to move away, embarrassed at my lack of foot coordination and rhythm. Mark held both my arms firmly and I looked up. He was giving me a very stern look.

“You’re doing great. Don’t sell yourself short.” he lifted my chin and smiled at me. I searched his face for a single hint of playfulness, but I saw the warmth in his smile and the longing in his eyes and I knew he was serious. I smiled back and his eyes broke eye contact and traveled down to my lips.

“Mark…” Why did my voice sound like that? Why was he all I could see all of a sudden?

“Ami.” It sounded so strange to hear him say my name. In that deep, melodic voice of his. What was that tone in his voice? It was mesmerizing. Our faces inched closer, our eyes locked together and our hearts pounding.

Once I felt his lips on mine, I closed my eyes and kissed him back. It was soft at first, then I put my hand through his hair and pulled him closer. He immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me into him closer.

I ran my fingers through his delightfully soft waves and bit his bottom lip gently, suckling on it. Mark moaned softly and his grip around my waist tightened. Pulled up against him, I could feel his arousal. He felt...big...and it was really beginning to turn me on.