Page 102 of Mark my Words

We heard a few more moans followed by indiscriminate whispers and feminine giggles before the door to the other balcony closed, leaving us outside alone, desperately pawing at each other as we sought release. Kristine was writhing against me as I pushed her over the edge, the bite of her teeth on my arm almost pulling me over with her.

I didn’t give her any time to come down as I pried her hand from me and spun her around. Pulling her up against my chest, I strode toward her open door, not bothering to close it. I lowered her to the bed and pressed her into the soft white sheets.

Our mouths were frantic against each other as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, yanking at her button and zipper before peeling her pants and panties down her legs. She was soaked against my fingers, soft and warm as she pressed her hips into my touch, clearly desperate for more despite already coming on my fingers on the balcony.

“Scoot back,” I demanded as I leaned away from her, quickly undoing the top buttons of my shirt and yanking it over my head. Pushing my pants to the floor, I stepped out of them, climbing back onto the bed naked as I helped her pull the rest of her clothing out of the way.

“So bossy,” she laughed, her voice husky, but I didn’t respond as I lightly grasped her throat and pressed her head into the pillow.

“Stay here,” I commanded, roughly pressing one of her thighs into the mattress with my other hand. She nodded, her fingers clenching the sheets on either side of her hips as she tried to remain still below me.

Releasing her momentarily, I grabbed the other pillow from the bed, shoving it under her hips before I scooted back, lying in the cradle of her thighs on my stomach. She pressed her hips toward me before I pushed them back into the bed with my palms, leaning in to take a long lick of her pussy. She squirmed underneath me, reaching for my hair and tugging. Carefully pulling her fingers loose, I pressed her hand into the bed again, using my other thumb to roughly press against her clit. “Don’t touch.”

“Fuck,” she groaned, nodding as her fingers clasped the sheets again, hips arching toward my mouth. She watched me with hooded eyes, moaning again as I tilted her hips upward and slipped my middle finger inside her. I used the fingers on my other hand to pull the hood of her clit up and leaned forward to suck on the hard nub as I added another finger and curled.

I’d gone down on her before, and she was responsive, but now that I’d read the instructions in that guide, I pressed in farther, seeking out the rough patch of flesh inside of her and pressing into it firmly with my fingertips.

“Oh God, too much,” she moaned as she squirmed against my face, her hips trying to skate across the pillow.

“You can take it,” I coaxed as I pressed harder with my fingertips, curling my fingers insistently as I felt her walls clench me sporadically.

Returning my mouth to her clit, I sucked and licked at her as I pushed her closer and closer to release, her desperate cries loud in the quiet room. I absently wondered if another couple could hear her cries on their balcony, continuing the cycle that Chase and Evan had triggered.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she chanted as my fingers moved faster, my tongue never letting up against her clit. I could tell she was trying to fight it, telling me to slow down and grabbing the hair on the back of my head again with both hands. Determined to succeed, I nipped at her clit, adding another finger as I pressed against her G-spot with determined strokes of my fingertips.

A choked cry rang out, followed by a long desperate moan as her hips shot up from the pillow, and a small gush of fluid followed the clenching of her muscles against my hand. “Oh fuck, Sam!”

“That’s it,” I panted as I pulled my fingers from her sated body, impressed at the wet stain on the pillowcase beneath her.

Her eyes were tightly closed as I pulled it from under her hips, tossing it to the floor before I grabbed a condom from my pants on the floor. Unable to resist her any longer, I covered her body with mine, the head of my cock sliding in the wetness between her legs.

She still had the sheets clasped tightly in her fingers, panting as I shallowly slipped inside her, moving to kiss the skin beneath her ear as I easily pushed the rest of the way inside. She wrapped her arms around me, clinging to my shoulders as I set a languid rhythm, enjoying the little breathy moans she was panting into my neck.

“Fuck,” she panted, nipping at my collarbone breathlessly. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”

“Definitely wouldn’t want to do that,” I laughed as I slipped my hand beneath her ass, pulling her hips up into each of my thrusts. She was tight but so wet after her orgasm, her walls clinging to my cock in a way that made me want to surrender myself to her warm body.

“I want you to take me like the drawing,” she whispered into my ear as she pressed her hand against my shoulder, urging me to lean back.

“Fuck,” I grunted as I lifted myself off her, grasping her hips and turning her over before I pulled them into the air. The bed shifted as I stood on the mattress, leaning over her and bracing my hand on her back while I pressed myself against her. As my cock slipped back inside, I leaned forward, my other palm gripping the base of her neck, holding her head down as she grasped the sheets on the bed in front of her. She moaned as I seated myself fully, the angle making her feel tighter than usual. My hips sought a quick rhythm as my muscles strained, the fit pushing me toward release quickly.

Kristine cried out with each thrust as I slammed my hips into hers, my fingers digging into her back. My eyes watched where we were joined, entranced by how her ass jiggled with each thrust and reveling in how hot it looked as her body grasped mine. Long before I was ready, her body stiffened, clenching mine tightly as she gasped against the sheets, her release trailing down the front of my thighs. It forced an almost violent release of my own a moment later.

We were both panting hard as I pulled out and collapsed to the bed, pulling her into my arms and burying my face into her sweaty neck as I curled my body around hers.

“See, I promised no crumbs. But someone did leave an impressive wet spot,” I whispered once I could speak, and my heart warmed as she laughed, pulling my arms tightly around her while pressing back into me as tightly as she could.

“Eh, it was okay,” she panted, her voice hoarse. “You make a girl squirt, and suddenly you’re a sex god.”

“Mmmhmm,” I hummed, my lips pressed against her shoulder.

She may not be ready to admit it with words, but she was just as desperate for me as I was for her. And chemistry like ours couldn’t be stifled forever.

KRISTINE

SEATTLE to LOS ANGELES

Sam and I had barely been able to keep our hands off each other all night, both showing up in the hotel lobby this morning—carefully timed to arrive separately—with matching tired smiles and hickeys in various places under our clothes. Chase was too busy staring at Evan to notice, her own sleep-deprived grin firmly in place. I’d been surprised at their exhibitionist display the previous evening, but it’d led to the most intense night I’d ever had in my life. They’d never know the events their rendezvous had triggered, but it was something I’d never forget.

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