Page 113 of I Love My Mistake

Chapter Fifty-Two

Now That We’re Alone

Turning around, I lean against the door and lock eyes with Mark. He’s dressed for the cold weather in slacks, boots, and a black Pea coat. I can see a sliver of soft brown sweater peeking out, highlighting the gold in his skin and the warmth in his eyes. His jaw is relaxed but strong and his hair has recently been run through by his hands. The purple rose still hangs from his fingers, and my eyelashes fall to it as a disbelieving smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

He smiles back at me. “There’s so much I want to say to you.”

Emotions well up inside me. “Me too. I don’t know where to start.”

A small laugh falls from him. “That’s okay. I do.” A fiery switch turns on in his eyes and he advances on me. He leans in and the scent of him stirs me immediately. I look at his lips, so kissable, and wait for him to touch me. He leans in so close that if we moved a millimeter our lips would be touching, but they’re not. Not yet. The closeness is scorching. My heartbeat gains momentum and I begin to feel dizzy with desire.

“Hi,” he whispers, the heat of his breath caressing my lips.

“Hey.” I can’t take my eyes off his. He’s got me. All of me.

His eyes flash. “You’re not allowed to dump me again.”

Tingles race down my panties. “Is that an order?”

His lips lightly graze mine. “It is.”

Very slowly, I murmur. “I’ll obey on one condition.”

A tiny smile threatens to break. “Oh? What’s that?”

I brush my lips to his now. His eyelids fall for a fraction of a second. “You’re not allowed to live three thousand miles away from me.”

His smile breaks through in a single swift sigh. He presses his gorgeous lips to mine, sending shivers throughout me. He drops the rose on the ground, forgotten by both of us, as he takes my head in both his hands and kisses me with the passion of a man who loves me and never thought he’d see me again.

“I need to know you’re really here,” I whisper against his lips as I pull off his belt.

His voice is low and fast as he unzips my jeans, “I can’t believe I’m kissing you again.” He pulls the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, pressing his lips into my skin with firm, hot kisses.

I lift my arms up and he slides off my top, throwing it to the side. My breasts fall freely thanks to no bra. His body bends and both his hands cup my soft mounds of flesh. He lifts one after the other to his lips, running his tongue over them. He shakes his head at how turned on he is when my nipples grow hard in his mouth. He pulls me closer, gliding his arms around me, his hands spread out on my lower back as his mouth works its way up to my collar bone, my sensitive neck, my tender earlobes. He breathes into my ear, “You taste so good.” I moan from the quivering in my jeans. The heat of his breath and the deep timber of his voice melt me into complete submission. He could do anything to me right now and I’d let him.

He slides off my jeans and tosses them to the side, too, as he kneels in front of me. Touching my thigh and lifting it, he wraps my leg around his head as he buries his tongue in the slit of me. Slicing his tongue up and tickling my most sensitive spot with tiny rapid flicks, I push into him, holding onto his head as my breasts arch toward the ceiling. My fingers snake through his hair and I grab on and push his head in. He moans into my velvety skin and slips his tongue into me, making me scream out with pleasure. My hips undulate and rock as he penetrates me with his tongue until I’m hoarsely repeating his name and begging him never to stop. My heartbeat is pounding in two places now, spreading me wider, and opening me up like a rose in the rain. “Please fuck me, Mark. I need to feel you inside me.” His tongue whips me harder, and I cry out. “Oh my God, Mark. Please fuck me!!”

Like a flash, he rises with desire heating up his skin, his lips moistened by my juices. He tears off his sweater and kicks off his shoes and pants. Tugs off his socks with a sexy smile.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” I plead.

All of the muscles in his chest and arms flex as he grabs me with one arm and lifts me up, holding my thigh. As we stare at each other, his cock standing tall and full, he scoops his hips in and bends his knees, pressing the tip against my softness that’s dripping wet and ready. I press my head into the door, my breasts mashed delightfully into him. He jerks his body once so that the tip drives up and half of him is inside me. He’s teasing me and I want him to stop and never to stop, at the same time. My eyelashes fall, leaving only a tiny sliver of light. I’m delirious and on the verge. The pulsating throb feels like it’s stretching me and tightening me, too. The sweet feeling is so wonderful. I wish I could always feel like this, although I’d probably never get anything done.

Mark leans into me and his lips find mine. He thrusts deeper until he’s fully meshed with my body. He moans, holding me tight, and kissing me powerfully. I gasp against his mouth, my tongue slowly licking his as he moves inside me, turns and twists his hips, diving again and again. My heart opens. Tingling sparks shoot down my arms and legs. My nipples could cut glass. Mark rocks inside, pushing in as deep as he can go, tongue tasting mine. He groans from pleasure. I feel it everywhere like we’re one person, every pulse felt by the other. I feel his orgasm building, the sensations overcoming us. We latch onto each other’s mouths as we cum together, moving and bending. I scream out, my head falling back as he thrusts into me with the jerking motion of a man undone. The waves of orgasm rock me so hard and so completely. I’ve never been this alive.

Chest heaving, Mark kisses my shoulder. Lost in delirium, he melts into me. My arms lie limply on his shoulders and my legs are happy noodles. I meet his eyes and we smile at each other. He picks me up to carry me to my couch. Which I don’t have. Confused, he walks in a couple halted directions. I almost start laughing, but stop as I see his expression. Following his eyes to see what he’s looking at, I see the painting. I shyly look back at him, my face so close to his. He looks at me. “That’s us… isn’t it?”

I nod, but say nothing, a small smile lighting up my face.

He looks at the painting, his voice deep and quiet. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smile, laying my head on his shoulder as he carries me to the bedroom. He lays me gently on the bed.

“I’m going to get you a towel.” He kisses my lips softly and rises up.

“Okay.” Lying on my side, with my head rested on my hand and my dark skin so smooth and pretty against the fluffy comforter, I watch him. With his finger in the air, he traces my body from afar. He turns and walks to the bathroom, naked and running his fingers through his hair so that the muscles of his back tense. His ass would make Michelangelo rise from the grave to sculpt it. I sigh. “So, you’re a couple days early. What do you want to do?”

“Stay here with you,” he calls back, throwing me a smile as he flips off the bathroom light and walks back into the bedroom, cock lightly swaying with each step. “I don’t want us to leave this bed until we have to.”

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