Upside Down (17 page)

“Carol,
let me make love to you,” his pleading tone was endearing as was the light in his eyes.

“Later, maybe. Right now, I need to apologize
. Don’t fight,” I rubbed my soft body along his hard erection, then, ran my open hand over his eyes and nose playfully. “Relax.”

I leaned down and kissed him again capturing his sigh with my mouth.
All his muscles relaxed with one glorious exception - the huge evidence that I knew how to make his body sing just as much as he knew how to make mine.

“Let me take care of you, baby.”

I slid down from his lap to the floor and knelt in front of him. He didn’t offer any resistance as my hands parted his legs and I got closer to him. I squeezed his strong thighs and reveled in his immediate reaction. Mark closed his dark green eyes and let his head fall back. I unbuttoned his shirt and, taking advantage of his position, placed my hands on his collar bones and caressed his body, memorizing the landscape of steel-hard muscles and soft golden skin until I reached my prize. I stopped at his waist and played with the waistband of his pants. I inserted one finger between the cloth and his hot body. He hissed.

“You are killing me, Carol.”

I chuckled and noticed the bulge straining the zipper. I shamelessly caressed his length through the thin material of his sweatpants. I lifted my eyes and met his passionate gaze. His eyes had turned darker with his obvious desire. That power I had over him was amazing.

“I missed the way you feel
when you’re in my hands,” I stroked his hard length. “I missed the way you look at me when we fuck.”

I dropped my eyes to stare at my coveted trophy. A
huge, flesh and blood award that was then hiding under his clothes but I knew exactly how it looked and felt. I licked my dry lips and looked up into his hypnotizing green eyes.

“
I missed the way you taste when you’re inside my mouth.”

Mark caressed my hair when I bent down and kissed
his massive erection through the cloth. I bit him lightly and he gasped.

“Oh-my-god!”
his voice was strangled from the effort to keep his body under control.

“Mark, sweetie, you don’t need to hold anything back tonight. You know that, right?”

I kissed his chin then scattered kisses down his throat until I got to his nipples. I played with one between my fingers as I licked the other, then, suckled at the hard nubs. I dug my nails into his back as I suckled it hard before pulling the nipple and biting it. His sounds were sexy as sin. He whimpered and moaned and my own sex throbbed in the same rhythm of his ragged breathing.

“Carol, if you keep doing that I’ll come inside my own pants.”

“We don’t want that, do we?”

I unfastened his
pants and pulled them down as fast as lightening. I pulled out his steel-hard shaft and palmed it slowly. It jerked under my attention. I licked my lips again.

“
It’s so beautiful. Funny how silky it feels against my hand but how hard it is beneath the soft skin.”

I
kissed its large head and licked a droplet that had gathered on it. Mark sighed as I flicked the tip of my tongue across his slit. He dug his fingers in my hair when I opened my mouth wide to enclose the tip of his hardness. I breathed through the nose and swirled my tongue around his head as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He bucked up and I giggled. The ripples of air vibrated all over his penis and he moaned. When I licked his length, bottom to top, his breathing quickened and I felt him contracting under my hands. I bobbed my head faster, scrapping his hardness lightly with my teeth.

“Carol, I can’t take it any longer
,” he gripped my hair harder but didn’t prevent my head from moving. On the contrary, he helped with the rhythm.

I felt my own sex contracting and
throbbing in a direct response to his moans and gasps. If I touched myself, I knew I would reach ecstasy at the same time as Mark and his was not too far away.

All of a sudden, he pull
ed me up and kissed me deeply and hard. He opened my dress and took it off in a fluid motion. He spoke inside my mouth when I held his hands effectively stopping their way to my achingly empty lower body.

“Let me touch you. I want you to feel it, too.”

“Don’t worry about me, now. It’s your turn, remember? I’m taking care of you.”

I kissed his palms and put his hands in my hair again as I
opened my mouth wider to be able to swallow him completely. I breathed through my nose and controlled my gagging reflex as I sped up the bobbing movements of my head and felt him hit the back of my throat. He dug his fingers into my curls and tangled his wrists in them. He bucked up and shouted.

“Carol, please, I’m going to come.
I don’t want to do it in your mouth.”

“I do.”

I scratched his nipples and sucked harder on his member. He whimpered and I knew he was holding it back.

“Give it to me, Mark,” I
looked up into his unfocused stare. He couldn’t speak but the moment he finally let go was pure magic to watch. He threw his head back, his whole powerful body trembled under my hands and mouth and I braced myself for his sweet release.

He exploded inside me and I had never tasted anything like his pleasure.
I drank in all of his essence and still wanted more. He looked absolutely gorgeous as the waves subsided and he pulled me onto his lap. I sat, put an arm around his neck and kissed him. I savored his mouth, played with it, nibbled at his full lips. I inhaled and exhaled deeply as I let go of his lower lip very slowly. Under my body, his softening member still poked me.

“Carol, I don’t know what to say,” he whispered inside my ear, then, kissed it.

“Don’t say anything. Let’s just climb in bed and snuggle together for a while. Maybe take a quick nap. How does that sound?”

“Just like Heaven.”

We fell asleep in no time. There were no naughty dreams that night but I woke up to Mark’s very real hot mouth feasting on my breasts.

“Hmm, that feels awesome.”

“I’m glad you like it, Madam, because I’ve only just begun.”

I ran my fingers through his messed up hair in a caress then tugged gently to make him look up at me. He looked so sexy I could have devoured him.

“No role-playing tonight, please, Mark.”

He gave me that thousand-watt smile of his and my heart summersaulted in
my chest. He was irresistible.

“My pleasure.
But can I ask you something, Carol?”

“Absolutely. What do you need?”

“I want to make love to you again. You made me so happy tonight. I want to make you feel loved.”

Th
at old panic threatened to grip me in its talons again shouting that commitment was a dangerous thing. I ignored it and kissed his hair in response to his request. He got my meaning quite fast and returned his attention to my breasts. He worshiped them before kissing his way down my body. I moved my hips gently up and down to meet his mouth and hands. Pleasure coiled deep inside me, the waves rippling slowly from my inner core throughout my body and exploded at my nerve endings. I didn’t want to speak but I moaned, gasped, cried out. The strongest wave of pleasure hit me hard when he flicked his tongue over my clitoris before fastening his lips over it and suckling hard. I writhed under him and wailed as wave after wave of the purest ecstasy washed over me. He kept a steady and slow rhythm with his lips on me and I thought he would never let go.

“Mark, please. I can’t take it.
It’s too much.”

“There isn’t a thing as ‘too much pleasure’, Carol. Just
as there isn’t ‘too much love’. A person can never have too much of something good.”

My body was so weak under that pleasurable attack that I seriously doubted his words.
I felt faint. He let go of my hard clitoris at last and I sighed thinking he would give me a breather. He grinned and I noticed I was wrong when he teased my still shuddering, moist flesh with the tip of his swollen erection. I arched my back and he slipped inside me but not all the way. My body tightened around his head. I tilted my hips upward inviting him in. But Mark had other plans for us. He held himself with one hand, teasing my body with it but stopped an inch inside me.

“
Do you want me to make love to you?”

I pushed upward again and he moved back almost all the way out.

“Do you, Carol?

Then
, I got his game. He wouldn’t go in unless I gave him my answer aloud. His thighs trembled with the effort to support his body in that position but he didn’t cave in.

I
nodded and he rewarded me with one more delicious, thick inch of his shaft. There was so much more of him and I wanted it all but I couldn’t find my voice.

“I can’t hear you
, Carol. Do you want me to love you tonight?”

He withdrew and I
felt so empty. I had to face my own fears before I surrendered to him. I wanted Mark more than anything else in that moment. I didn’t care about power or control. It wasn’t important who was running the show any longer. I just wanted him inside me. I shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Yes! Yes, I do.
I want you to make love to me.”

When
he heard the unmistakable capitulation, he plunged into me, driving himself in to the hilt, capturing my moans with his mouth and tongue. Then, he slowly began to move in and out. His jaw was set tight as my slick passage gripped his thick hardness. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locked my feet behind him and used my ankles to urge him I wanted Mark to take me much deeper, faster, and harder than that slow maddening rhythm he had chosen. But he kept his body under control and refused to use all his powerful strength to fuck me as he would usually have done.

“I want it to last, Carol. I’m not going to ram you tonight.
I’m not fucking you, remember?”

I sighed in frustration, closed my eyes and
gave up. He felt my body relaxing and he quickened his pace a little.

“Open your eyes,
baby,” he asked.

We locked eyes just like our bodies were intimately linked.
Mark moved up and down me, building my next orgasm slowly but steadily. I didn’t know how long we stared into each other’s eyes because I lost track of time. Suddenly, the dark green of his eyes was the only thing real in the world for me. The heat of his body moving inside mine was the only real form of energy left in the world. And, the explosive orgasm his body gave me was the only real emotion left to feel.

When h
is own body exploded deep inside me, and the hot jets of his release intensified my already sky-high climax, he leaned down and kissed me, swallowing my cries. At that moment, the profound love shining in his emerald eyes was something too real, too sincere, and too powerful for me to keep ignoring. My heart exploded into a billion pieces but I managed not to cry like a lost, hopeless child. I stifled a painful sob and allowed a couple of tears to fall hoping he would mistake them for sweat. He kissed my wet cheek.

“It’s OK to cry, bab
y. Let it go,” he embraced me and the heat from his body gave me a feeling of safety as I had never felt before. I knew I could trust Mark. I knew he would always be there for me.

So, I did something I hadn’t done since I was a little girl and my parents moved away - I cried. I held him tight and opened the flood gates. He
caressed my back with soothing movements. He kissed the top of my head and my temples. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t ask anything. He just kept rocking my body and calming my nerves. When I pulled myself together, at last, I kissed him softly and sat on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. He sat up beside me, held my hands, kissed my palms and still didn’t say anything.

“Mark, I’ve never told you about my
parents. Well, when I was eight, my father was appointed commercial attaché to the American Embassy in Angola,” I proceeded to tell him everything about my childhood, my absent parents, growing up surrounded by employees instead of family, going to boarding school. I told him about Bob Hewson and Iris Pinkman. I even told him about meeting my mom and dad down at Club Desire. I was very exhausted when I finished my story but I also felt lighter. A heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

“Thank you for listening to me, Mark. And thank you for not judging, either.”

“I didn’t say anything because I am speechless. It’s a lot to take in at once. I need time to process. I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me everything.”

I squeezed his hand, the one he
kept holding mine throughout my story, and kissed it.

“I need some sleep. It’s late.”

“It’s either very late or too early. It’s three fifteen in the morning.”

We laughed and
fell asleep holding each other. I had never felt safer in my life. There were no nightmares and I was pretty sure it had something to do with his powerful, protective arms holding me tight.

I woke up around five in the morning and realized I had practically broken one of my capital rules – never sleep with anyone. I told myself that the rollercoaster of emotions I had gone through the day before
would have probably been enough to justify a little bending of that rule. Nevertheless, I got up and dressed. I had planned to leave unnoticed but Mark woke up.