Mark was distracted as I stroked his cock slowly, a playful smile on my face. Finally, he took a deep breath and replied. "For all the erotic look," he said in between small groans, "the hot water would leave us drained. I don't need either of us passing out from heat exhaustion during sex."
I couldn't refute his argument, I already had a fine sheen of sweat on my body from the soaking. Still, part of me regretted getting out of the tub, and watching the water glisten as it ran over Mark's body. Waiting just until he was out of the bath, I pulled him down with my left hand for another kiss while my right hand grasped his cock lightly again, pumping it slowly while we kissed. The feel of his rock hard shaft in my hand and pressing against my lower belly filled me with a thick liquid heat, like melted caramel.
Leading him playfully by his cock, I retreated down the hallway, all the way to our bedroom. The large bed was exactly what I wanted, turning and pushing Mark onto the crisp cotton sheets. "I'm still dripping wet," Mark laughed when he hit.
"So am I," I said, the double meaning clear in my voice. "We can change the sheets later, or go sleep on the sofa. Right now I want to make love with you."
I fell on top of Mark, letting gravity dangle my breasts in front of his face. Despite his strong, tender lovemaking skills that doesn't ignore a single erogenous zone on my body, Mark definitely loves my breasts. I have to say I love teasing him by just brushing them in front of his lips, pulling them back if he reaches up for them. Normally, I could keep the game up for a very long time, but Mark and I were both too eager that night, and he pulled me down, his hands playing a symphony of sensation on my back while his lips feasted, going back and forth from one side to the other, sucking and nipping at my pale skin. When his tongue traced circles around my right nipple, I saw stars shoot across my vision.
Pulling back, I slid down until I could feel Mark's cock pressing against the wet juncture between my thighs. Looking him in the eyes, I kissed him again, resisting the urge to lift my hips up so I could impale myself on him. Instead we rubbed slowly, grinding against each other, my juices coating his hard shaft while my clit ground into the firm muscles of his lower stomach.
"I love you so much," I groaned as my hips circled, while his hands massaged my hips.
"I'll be with you forever," Mark said. He lowered his lips to the curve of my neck, sucking and licking the secret spot that only he knew about. "I swear."
"I swear," I echoed, lifting my hips up until I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance. Lowering myself slowly, not because I needed to but because I wanted to prolong the wonderful sensation of being filled by the greatest man in the world, my body trembled in lustful want as I felt his cock slowly, inch by beautiful inch, spread me open and fill me up. Finally, I pushed back off of Mark's chest to let that last inch push deep into me, my body's nerves singing heavenly choruses as it did.
"I never get tired of this," I sighed as my hips started to move back and forth. I put my hands on Mark's chest, teasing his own nipples with my thumbs while I slowly rode him.
"Me either," Mark said, running his hands over my arms. "And I’ve thought about it."
"What?" I said, my hips slipping back and forth in their own subconscious harmonious wave. Mark's own hips started to rise up and down as well, meeting my hips in soft little explosions.
"What you asked for in the bath. I agree," he said, his eyes full of intense emotion. "I want to have a baby with you too."
His words added fuel to my fire, and I moved my hips faster, my clit dragging deliciously against him with every thrust of our hips. I could feel the rising bubble of passion within me, and I let myself enjoy it, going faster and faster. Mark let go of my arms to cup my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers while I rode him, throwing back my head and groaning thickly. I was close, so close, and I knew what I needed.
"Fuck me, Mark. Please fuck me," I groaned into the air. I needed him, and sobbed for a moment as Mark lifted me off of him. "What?"
Mark kissed my lips quickly as he guided me onto my knees, and he slid behind me. "One shot knockout for both of us, baby."
I grinned and nodded at Mark's term, one we had picked up from some strange combination of our mutual martial arts training and something I had read for fun soon afterwards. Bending over, I let my breasts press into the the damp sheets and held on. I closed my eyes, letting my skin tell me everything I needed to know.
Mark's hands stroked my ass and back for a moment, and I knew what he was doing, looking at me bent over open and ready for him. The first stroke of Mark's cock up and down my labia sent electric shivers up my spine, and I could feel the muscles on the inside of my thighs jump in anticipation. "Ready?"