“Good girl, now here’s your reward,” Mark told me with a grin as he pressed up against my entrance. I gasped inwardly as Mark slipped inside of me. It had been so long since I’d had sex and he was so huge that it was a tight fit, my walls stretching to accommodate him. Mark was patient, allowing my body to conform to his girth for a minute before he began to slide in and out of me.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back as he started off slowly, tantalizingly, every movement of his hardness inside of me obviously designed to elicit pleasure, and holy shit did he succeed. As he picked up the pace, Mark moved like a piston, every thrust bringing me to new heights of pleasure I never would have fathomed.
This was exactly what I had expected, exactly what I had hoped for since I’d first laid eyes on him. These feelings, this pleasure running through me, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced on this earth. Yes, I’d had sex before, I’d had boyfriends before, but this was different. It had never been anything like this. This felt like I was giving up control completely, like I was giving myself to Mark entirely.
I could feel the pressure inside of me building. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take it for much longer. And sure enough, with one final thrust, my body exploded with pleasure, the orgasm overtaking me completely.
“Oh shit! Oh Mark, I’m coming!” I cried, unable to contain myself. I squeezed my eyes shut, stars dancing across my vision as my body was racked with waves of pleasure unlike any I’d ever felt before. This was more than an orgasm, this was the definition of bliss, of heaven. My toes curled and my muscles tensed, every single fiber in my body focused entirely on the eliciting every little drop of pleasure Mark was giving me.
It felt like an eternity and only seconds passed simultaneously before I found myself coming back down to earth. As I did so, Mark began to thrust harder and faster, I could tell his own orgasm was imminent, and a few seconds later he grunted a few times and pressed hard inside of me, his hot seed shooting deep into me.
He lay on top of me for a minute, both of us enjoying the feeling of him lying still inside of me, before he rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to me.
We were both obviously completely spent. A light sheen of sweat covered my skin, I was exhausted, but at the same time, I hadn’t felt this relaxed in years.
“I never thought this was going to happen when I got on that plane,” I finally laughed, turning to look at Mark. He was so perfect, his hair slightly damp from effort, his smile effortless. The last streaks of sunlight streamed through the room, illuminating his face in a soft light that made him glow, and I suddenly began to regret the fact that I wouldn’t see him again after tonight.
“See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” he asked.
“Not at all! You were right,” I laughed.
I went into the bathroom to have a quick shower. His suite was pure luxury, with marble everything in the bathroom. And I thought our room was nice, I thought to myself as I got into the large walk in shower.
As the hot water pooled over me, steam fogging up the glass, I began to suddenly realize what I had done. Oh my God. I couldn’t believe it. I’d just had a one night stand. I’d gone home with a guy I barely knew, let him fuck me in his hotel room. This wasn’t the sort of thing I did, ever. Like definitely not. This was exactly the sort of thing I spent my entire life trying to avoid.
But it felt so good. I couldn’t deny that. It had felt good. It had felt more than good, it had felt amazing. However, that didn’t matter. The fact was, it was a mistake. A sexy, incredible mistake, but it was a mistake I absolutely couldn’t repeat. I didn’t have any control over this situation. I needed to have control. I always needed to be in control of my life.
When I got out of the shower, Mark was lying on the bed, wrapped in a towel, watching TV. He grinned at me.
“Coming back for more?” he asked, motioning to the bed next to him.
“Actually, if you don’t mind I think I might head back down to my room,” I replied. They were among the hardest words I’d ever had to say. I wanted more than anything to accept his invitation, lie down on the bed next to him and let him ravage me for the rest of the night.
“Aw, that’s too bad. Do you want me to walk you down?”
“No, thanks though. Seriously, I want to stay, but I... I shouldn’t.”
“Alright, up to you. Hey, Caroline?”
“Yeah?”
“I really enjoyed tonight.”
“Me too.”
I didn’t understand why there was a sinking feeling in my stomach as I left his apartment. It felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Every part of my body wanted me to go back to him, to enjoy whatever time we could have together, but I knew it was wrong. Mark was a memory now, a happy memory that I knew I would enjoy for the rest of my life, but that I also knew I wouldn’t experience again.
When I got back to the room I shared with Lisa, she practically attacked me when I walked in the door.
“Where the hell were you?”
“What? I went to my surfing lesson.”