Page 12 of Burn for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 2)
"God damn it, Mark!" We grapple for a few seconds before he has my bra and panties off and I am fucking bare ass naked. And royally pissed off. "You asshole! Let me go and...,"
"I'm not done with you. I'll never be done with you!"
He's just saying that because of his fucking ego. Because I told him it was over. I flail out and catch him across the lip. I don't mean to exactly I just...I'm fucking clumsy on the best days, and we were wrestling around. It was an accident. I still, waiting to find out what he's going to do. God, I hope he doesn't take this as an opportunity to return the favor.
He sticks his tongue out and licks the place I busted. A little bit of blood forms there. I feel fucking awful. "I...," I'm sorry.
"That was a good one." His words take the fight out of me, and I try to make sense out of what’s going on. "You know, I'm proud you got one over on me. Not a lot of people would and I'm like a fucking tank compared to you. It's hot."
"You...you aren't pissed?"
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss down my neck. "Not even a little. About that anyway. I am still pissed about you trying to put space between us."
"It's not...that's not it. This thing between us is just a fling and I don't want to do it anymore."
He nips my shoulder and causes a little yelp to break out of me, "Liar." His mouth moves down over my collarbone and lower. "You can try to lie to me all you want but this hot little body understands exactly what it wants." His hand drops down to my pussy and as if on a timer my thighs spring open for him offering myself up to him without hesitancy or pause.
His fingers delve into me calling forth a river of need. I arch my back at how good it feels when his fingers find my clit and start rubbing. Holy shit, am I becoming addicted to this? I've totally read about things like sex addictions. Hell, speaking of a sex addiction I can see how Tinsley might be one since she fucks everything coming and going - not that I'm going to be a slut shamer. I just want to compare and contrast to find out if I'm one.
Mark makes me feel like I'm one when he starts playing with me. He knows how to work my body to a fever pitch. I don't think anyone else can or will ever be able to do that for me. The thought of never having this feeling again makes me sad and even more desperate for what I am worried only Mark can give me. Oh Lord, I'm so fucked!
I reach down to move Mark's hand so this can stop. It has to stop. I can't become attached to this man. This is not a forever thing. It is fleeting and will be over soon. But Mark only grabs both my hands in one of his and holds them down so I can't stop him. He slips one finger inside of me as he leans forward to lick my clit and the sensations are damn near too much for me to take. If I thought I was bowing up before, it is nothing compared to now when he turns his finger up and starts touching something inside of me. Oh God!
He must slip another finger inside because the sensation of being stretched is there, but it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all. In fact, what he is doing makes my legs shake against my will. I can't stop the shaking. This time when I reach down for Mark it’s not because I am trying to stop him. "Oh God, Mark!"
"That's it, my little rabbit, give me that orgasm. Let me eat that cream off the prettiest dish I've ever seen."
"Oh God! What...," This is so much deeper, more intense, than any before it. And there were several times I was sure Mark was going to take me to heaven through death by orgasm before now. My whole body seizes and even I can feel my muscles tightening and releasing on Mark's fingers hard as I shake through the climax. Mark pulls his fingers from my soaking wet pussy and brings his fingers to his mouth.
Instead of coming up over me, Mark sits back on his haunches and pulls me further down the bed. He drapes my legs over his arms until my ass is hanging almost entirely off the bed. It’s not until I feel his touch on the most intimate part of my body that I start to wonder what is about to happen. I stiffen up but the look Mark shoots me has me staying still.
"I want that ass, little rabbit."
