SMUT WARNING!!
Your POV
Two years. It's been two years to the day since your wedding. You stare at the picture on the wall, your white dress still sits in your closet next to his tux. You grab the picture off the mantle above the fireplace and stare at it as you walk over to sit on the couch. The memories of that day come rushing back to you. You find yourself lost in the memories until Mark walks through the front door.
"Hey babe," you're knocked out of your daydream suddenly. "Hey Marki," you stand up and kiss him lightlly, then place the picture back on the mantle. Mark goes to the kitchen to set down the bags of groceries. You sit back down on the couch and check your phone. You think about what you need to check. You know there's something you're suppose to remember but you don't know what.
Mark comes and sits down next to you. You suddenly remember you needed to check you ovulation tracker. You and Mark have been trying to have a baby for a few months now. You figured since just winging it wasn't working you should probably start keeping track. "Hey, Mark," you show him the phone.
He smiles at you seductively, "only if you insist," he jokes. He leans in and kisses you, you begin to climb onto his lap but he stops you. "Hold on a second, I'll be right back. Meet me in the bedroom." You do as he says and head back to the bedroom. You turn on some music and light a few candles, just because you have a purpose doesn't mean it can't be romantic.
Less than a minute later, Mark's back holding a glass of ice. "What's that for?" you ask him. "You'll see. Just trust me," he places the cup on the nightstand and walks over to you, kissing you passionatley. His kisses make a trail down to your neck, the back of your legs now pressed against the foot of the bed.
A small noise escapes you lips, he knows exactly what to do. You lift his shirt above his head and he does the same to you. You sit down on the bed and get into a position so that you're face to face with his abs. Slowly, you place a kiss on each, individual muscle. You know he loves this. He puts a finger under your chin and brings you back to eye level, then kisses you again. His hands find their way to your breasts, gently kneading.
Then, he pushes you back onto your back. He goes and gets the cup. "This is going to be cold," he warms. He takes a piece of ice and puts it in his mouth. Then he leans over your body and, keeping it part of the way in his mouth, glides the ice over your skin. The sensation is fantastic. It's like something right out of an erotica novel. You can feel your nerve endings going crazy as he slowly makes his way lower and lower.
You start to squirm, you can't take it anymore. He leans up and smiles at you, then swallows the rest of the ice. You get off your back and push him off of you, then force him onto his back. You've been struck with an idea, whether or not he'll like it is hard to say until it's already done.
You pull his pants off, leaving him in only boxers. You go get a smaller piece of ice from the cup and put it in your mouth. You then pull off the boxer and gently play with his member. After feeling him tense up slightly, you engulf it in your mouth, causing him to tense up more. He grabs onto the comforter, you wonder if the ice makes any difference. He places a hand on the back of your head as if helping you. After a few minutes, you're about to stop. The ice has melted, but Mark's hold on your head has gotten tighter, not allowing you to back away. You taste the salty liquid. Once his grip loosened you got up and he did too.
He pulled down your pants and underwear at the same time in once quick fluid motion. He goes back to kissing you, then reaches behind you to unhook your bra. It comes off his first attempt, you can feel his face relax as if he's relieved he didn't embarrass himself. You both lay back on the bed and he gets on top, never breaking the kiss.
He slowly enters you, you close your eyes tighter, you could never quite get used to his size. He paces himself, starting out slow, then picking up the pace.
You feel a familiar feeling in your stomach. It keeps growing as your speed increases until finally, boom. The fireworks explode. "Mark," you pant. Every time, you both have been perfectly in sync. You lay together, cuddled up to his chest and slowly drift off to sleep.
Woah, that was a first for me. This really made me realize how much I like going outside of my comfort zone.
And I might start my YouTube channel this weekend. Would any of you guys watch?
Anyway, go check out my new story THE GAMERS RETREAT. It's a murder mystery with a bunch of YouTubers.
Follow! Vote! Comment!
As always, I will see you in the next chapter.
Bye bye!
