"Then make love to me," I repeated, coming around and pulling him to his feet. "We'll discuss the rest in the morning."
I pressed my body against his, letting my hands roam over his chest and around to pull Mark against me. Standing on my tiptoes I could just reach his chin with my lips, so I kissed him there, trailing kisses down the sides of his neck. He initially resisted me, still stiff and unsure, but when I pulled his shirt back and over his shoulders, he let me. He was wearing a black t-shirt underneath that curved and rippled over each muscle in his beautiful chest. Stepping back I growled lightly, running my hands over my breasts, making sure to rub my nipples which were already stiffening through the thin t-shirt. "Don't make me get on my knees and beg," I moaned, lightly pinching my right nipple. "Because if I do, I'm going to pull your cock out of your pants and suck you until you come in my mouth, and I don't want that tonight."
"What do you want?" Mark asked, his voice slightly husky. His eyes followed my hands as I ran them down my stomach and over my hips, slipping my right hand inside my shorts to lightly tease me. I sighed and looked at him, my heart filled with desire and lust.
"I want you to fuck me until you fill me with your cream," I sighed, stepping backward until my knees bumped against the edge of the bed and I sat down. I spread my legs, feeling my juices already start to soak into the thick cotton. I pulled my hand out of my shorts and brought it under my nose, inhaling the spicy thickness. "Don't you want to taste?"
My last question broke Mark's reservations, and he walked over to the door of the room, double checking both locks before jamming the chair he'd been sitting in against the door. The window had security bars, which wouldn't stop a bullet but would stop an intruder at least momentarily, I guessed. Turning to me, he knelt down, quickly unlacing his boots before taking them off and placing them at the foot of the bed. He stood, unbuckling his belt and letting his cargo pants fall down his hips, his cock already straining against his underpants. I noticed he was wearing compression shorts. "Were you dressed for war or something?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. "You don't happen to have a knife or gun hidden anywhere on that body of yours, do you?"
"Just two," Mark teased, pulling his t-shirt off. I could see the first knife, a small little blade on a chain around his neck, and he knelt down to take off the other one, which had been strapped unseen near his right ankle. "There, now I'm unarmed."
"Except for that gun in your underpants," I teased, reaching out with my right foot. The Lycra of his shorts let my foot slide over his bulging cock like it was covered in oil. "Now tell me."
"Tell you?" Mark asked, a small smile on his face. He knew what I wanted. "I suppose you want me to tell you that you're the most beautiful woman in the world, and that every time I see your soft, beautiful skin it drives me wild?"
"Hmmmm, it's a start," I cooed, sliding my foot over his cock again. I hooked my big toe into the waistband and started to pull it down, which was more difficult than I had anticipated. After a few seconds, Mark helped, pushing the tight shorts down and off, his cock springing free. "But that, as sexy as it is, is not what I wanted to hear."
Mark smiled, pushing my legs to the side and crawling up on the bed next to me. "Maybe," he whispered as his hand came up to lift my t-shirt, cupping my left breast and driving the breath out of me when his thumb brushed my nipple, "what you want to hear is that if you give me the chance, I'm going to spoil you, and give you every little fantasy you've ever imagined, every little gift your heart desires."
"You know what my heart desires," I replied, pulling him in and kissing him. Our tongues met, and we slowly kissed for what seemed like hours. Mark ran his hand down my body to slide my soaked cotton shorts off, leaving both of us in just our t-shirts. I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft of his cock, pumping him slowly while his fingers rubbed me. "But that's not what I want to hear."
Mark lifted my left leg up, sliding in between, forcing me to let him go. Taking his cock in his hand, he traced the thick head up and down my wet slit, teasing me with his eyes and with his cock. "I know what you want me to say. I want the same thing," he said honestly, his eyes deep with emotion. "I love you, Sophie White."
When he said my name, Mark pushed inside me, filling me with one stroke. Propping himself up on his knees, he lifted my hips up to him, then lifted me until I was sitting in his lap, stretched and filled by his wonderful cock. "I love you Sophie, and I always will."