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  A gasp escaped her when Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet without a word. He loved that sound. It was soft and feminine and yielding. He dragged her across the lawn and around the side of the building. She wobbled a bit on her high heels as he pulled her into the parking lot and weaved between cars, but he didn't have patience to slow down. She hadn't spoken, hadn't asked where they were going.

  “You still live alone, right?” he asked, reaching into his pocket for his car keys.

  “Yes,” she said. Her voice was breathy. Was it from the rapid pace or excitement? He preferred to think the latter.

  “What's your address?” he asked. She told him and he repeated it into his phone. In less than twenty minutes they were parked outside her apartment building. He didn't say a word to her the whole time, letting the tension build. She'd tried to brush off her dress, but it was still damp around the knees from the grass. He wondered what anyone would think if they saw them now, him polished and cool, she quite the opposite.

  They rode up the elevator in silence and she fumbled for her keys before opening the door. Inside, she flipped on the lights and locked the door behind them. He finally had her alone. A wolf grin stole across Mark's face all on its own.

  Tara tried to read Mark's expression as he scanned the room, but he wasn't giving anything away. She had no idea what was happening. He'd just dragged her home without explanation. Her stomach was in knots. Maybe he wanted to talk in private, but it didn't feel that way. There was an intensity to his movements that spoke of purpose, but what purpose?

  Without touching her, he pulled his jacket off her shoulders and pulled it on. Was he leaving? That didn't make any sense. Instead of reaching for the door, he stepped deeper into the apartment, picking up one of the photographs on the sofa table. It was a posed shot of Tara and her brothers taken a few years earlier. The boys, still teenagers at the time, had one hand on each of her shoulders.

  “Do you have anything to drink?” he asked, putting the frame down.

  “Yeah,” she said. “I have wine, juice, some whisky.”

  “What kind of whisky?”

  “Bourbon,” she said, swallowing nervously.

  “Get me a glass,” he said. “With ice.”

  While she found a glass and filled it, he moved her coffee table to the side of the room and took a seat in one of the upholstered chairs that flanked the couch. He loosened his tie and leaned back, his body relaxed. He looked every bit as if he owned the place, even though he'd never been there before.

  When she handed him the glass, he took a sip and nodded.

  “Okay,” he said, putting it on the nearest table. “Take your clothes off.”

  Tara started. Was this what “anything” meant? She could say no, but she suspected he was angry, and that he'd walk out of her apartment and never look back. She'd opened this door, she guessed, and she couldn't close it without doing permanent damage to their relationship. This wasn't high school anymore, and he wasn't the geeky, confused kid he'd been back then. She couldn't take back her offer without basically coming off as a liar. The bottom line was that he really did mean everything to her. She wasn't playing a game. She had to make him see that she had changed.

  Slowly, she started disrobing. She took her shoes off and placed them in front of the couch. She had to twist a bit to get her zipper down, but he didn't move to help her. He just sat there, his legs splayed and hands resting lightly on the arms of the chair. Finally, she got the dress off and folded it. She put it on the couch. He looked at her expectantly. Next, she stepped out of her slip and then removed her bra. She took the time to fold each item and place it on top of the previous ones before moving on. Right now she wished she'd worn more clothes, anything to drag this out, but obviously he expected her to get completely naked. Taking a deep breath, she removed her hose and whisked her bikini panties down her legs, dropped them on top of her bra.

  Hopping nervously from one bare foot to the other, she crossed her arms over her chest. There was nothing she could do to hide her smoothly waxed crotch from his gaze.

  “I really liked the way you were kneeling back at the tennis courts,” Mark said, picking up his glass. “Get in front of me. A little further away – good. Now get on your knees.” He took a sip. “Ok. Palms on your thighs. Open your legs a little.”

  Tara blushed. Her entire pussy was on display in this position, the lips slightly open and her clit peeking out a little at the top of her cleft.

  “Lower your head. That's good.”

  She could hear him moving, but with her head down she couldn't really see what he was doing. Her heartbeat accelerated. She wanted to know what was coming next. The uncertainty was killing her. A change in temperature, more than anything, told her that he was behind her. She gasped in surprise when he grasped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her.

  “Shh,” he said in her ear. “And sit up straight.” The was a rustle of fabric and then he was wrapping something around her wrists. It felt like silk – probably his tie. He pulled her arms lower and her breasts trust forward, the peaks already hard from the chill of the room. She felt him wrap the length of material around her ankles, binding her arms and legs together. Like this, she could barely move without risking tipping over. Keeping her knees apart was now a necessity if she didn't want to end up falling.

  He moved again and his lower legs and bare feet came into view. She didn't know when he'd taken his shoes off. “Look at me,” he said.

  Tara raised her head and met his eyes. They were a dark, smoky gray, and a slight smile played across his lips.

  “I like you like this, Tara,” Mark said. “You look beautiful. Those women were wrong about your hair.” He stepped closer and ran his hands through it. “It suits you.” His hips were in line with her eyes. She could smell him, musky and male. His strong hands cradled her skull, pulling at the silky strands of blond hair.

  “Arch your back,” said, releasing her and stepping away. She complied the best she could without losing balance. He took another swig from his drink and came back, running a soft hand over her right breast. Almost immediately her body responded, arousal flooding her. His hand slid around to her back and down to her waist, squeezing her flesh gently.

  He lowered his head to her breast, taking the taut peak between his lips.

  “Oh my god!” Tara gasped. He had an ice-cube in his mouth. The combination of cold and heat sent shocks of pleasure from her nipple to her core.

  “Shh,” he said, interrupting the incredible sensation. Tara nodded, biting her lip. He switched to the other nipple, sliding the ice-cube over the hard peak, then laving it with his tongue. He repeated the gesture, alternating between her breasts until the cube was melted. When the last of the ice was gone, he sucked each breast hard once and bit down, not quite gently. Each time Tara jerked, but didn't make a sound.

  “You are a good girl,” Mark said, sliding his hands down her back to cup her buttocks. As he palmed the firm flesh, he lowered his mouth to hers, pressing a hard kiss to her gaping mouth.

  “Are you okay, Tara?” Mark asked, his thick fingers moulding her buttocks like they were clay.

  “Yes,” Tara breathed.

  “Good,” he said, smoothing his hands up her flanks and brushing the sides of her breasts with his thumbs, “because I want to do more. Do you want more, best friend?”

  Despite the taunt Tara didn't hesitate when she replied. “Yes.”

  He kissed her again, this time more deeply, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. His hands went to her nipples, flicking and twisting them lightly with his fingers. One hand moved lower, cupping her mons. He slid his palm over her flesh, his thick middle finger probing her opening. She was wet and it slid in easily. He added a second finger, dragging his hand up and down her sensitive flesh. She bit back a moan. It felt so good.

  Breathing heavily he eased reached around her and untied her bonds. She fell forward against him, feeling lightheaded.

  “Kee
p your hands at your sides,” he said standing up. Unhurriedly, he removed his clothes, tossing them on the couch next to hers. His body was magnificent. Broad shoulders and defined pecs and abs tapered to a narrow waist. His hips were trim, his thighs and calves muscular and sleek. There was light hair sprinkled across his body and his pubes was neatly trimmed. An impressive erection thrust out from between his legs. It was long and thick and a little bit darker in color than the rest of his skin.

  “I want to put my cock in your mouth, Tara,” he said, “and I won't be very gentle.”

  She nodded, a little bit alarmed, but also turned on at the idea. He had a beautiful penis.

  “I won't stop unless I'm really sure you want me to,” he said, “so I need you to listen. If it's too much you need to use your hands and push my hips away, ok?” She nodded.

  “I need you to say it out loud,” he said, meeting her eyes very seriously.

  “I'll push you away if I want you to stop,” she said.

  “Good,” he said. “If you do that it doesn't mean we're done or that I'm going to leave, so don't think that you have to do this.”

  “I understand,” she said, licking her lips. Get on with it, she wanted to say. The ache in her pussy was killing her.

  He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and wrapped his hands in her hair, caressing her scalp. Pulling her up a bit higher, he brought his erection to her lips. Tara flicked out her tongue, tasting him for the first time. He was musky. She opened her mouth a bit wider and he pushed inside, pressing his fingers into her scalp. Moaning, she lashed her tongue against the underside of his rigid flesh. With his hands holding her head she couldn't control the pace, so she just held still waiting for him to move. Instead of thrusting in and out like she'd expected, he slowly eased his cock deeper till it hit the back of her mouth. Tara swallowed nervously, clenching her fists. It was a truly odd sensation. Usually giving head put her in control, her partner at the mercy of her hands and mouth, but this was different. She couldn't do anything but let him have his way or stop him entirely. She felt a moment of fear, but she suppressed it. For reasons she couldn't explain she was incredibly turned on.

  He eased back slightly and then pressed deeper, causing her to gag. He did it again, his cock going a fraction of an inch further into her body. This time the gag reflex was weaker. He repeated the action, sometimes pulling all the way to the tip of her tongue, but each time pressing further into her throat on the down thrust. His fingers wiggled in her hair, sensitizing her skin. She had never realized before that the scalp could be an erogenous zone. With each minute she was getting more and more comfortable with taking him deep. Just when she had been lulled into the rhythm of his gentle thrusts, he grabbed her head firmly and pulled her all the way up until his cock was buried almost completely in her mouth. He moaned loudly, flexing his fingers in her hair. She nearly panicked at the sensation of fullness. He pulled her head back so she could take a breath, then did it again, groaning heavily the whole time. Tara pressed one of her hands between her legs. Her core was pulsing with arousal.

  Mark's breathing was audible and unsteady as he moved her head up and down. He had stopped thrusting and used just his hands to guide her head over his length. His already large cock felt like it had swelled another inch in her mouth and when he pulled her head back far enough she could taste copious pre-cum. She knew he was close and even though she was basically nothing but a receptacle, she felt powerful and sexy. His hands grew increasingly unsteady as he increased the pace. She opened wide and took him in, soaking up the groans and hisses of arousal.

  “Oh, my god,” he moaned as he pulled her so far forward her chin was pressed against his scrotum. Every inch of his cock was inside her mouth and throat. She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. It felt incredible. He held her there as he went over the edge, shuddering and shooting spurts of hot cum down her throat. When he released her head, she eased back slowly, catching the last dribbles of his cum on her tongue. She didn't normally like the taste of semen, but she wanted to take in every bit of him. He met her eyes as his softening cock slipped between her wet lips. His face was flushed and he was still panting.

  “Oh, wow, Tara” he said, staggering backwards. “Oh fuck.” He fell into the chair, closing his eyes and breathing raggedly.

  Tara didn't move. Was it over? It had been an amazing experience. She had always been an equal partner in bed, something that she really enjoyed. She would never have guessed how erotic she would find submitting so completely to her lover.

  “Where's the bedroom,” Mark asked his breathing steadier.

  “Through there,” Tara said, huskily, indicating the dark hallway next to the kitchen. Her voice was husky from swallowing his cock. Wow.

  Half-smile back in place, Mark picked her up like she was weightless and carried her into the bedroom. He tossed her down on top of the bed and didn't bother to turn on the lights. He got on top of her, dropping feather light kisses over her face and neck. Tara opened her legs and let his hips settle against hers. Most of his weight was on his forearms and the rest pressed her into the bed. Their bodies pressed together from chest to groin. Mark's weight on top of her made Tara feel held, possessed. If she wasn't so aroused from what had just happened in the next room, she could have stayed like this forever.

  Mark's hands tangled in her hair and his lips found hers in a searing kiss. He was gentle, but thorough, plundering the inside of her mouth as if he didn't want to miss anything, any taste, any sensation. His varied the depth and force of his kiss until Tara was panting.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, dropping a light kiss on her collarbone.

  “Yes,” Tara said. Her nipples were so hard they could have cut glass. Her hips shifted under his, trying to find relief for the ache down there.

  “Are you sure?” he said. “That was a bit intense.”

  Tara chuckled, reaching up to push her fingers through his hair. It was soft and curled lightly around her fingers. She tickled his ear and he turned to nip at her fingers with his perfect white teeth. She was too fast for him. She slipped her hands over his biceps. They were a little flexed from holding up his weight. Hard muscle covered in smooth skin. She wanted to slide her tongue there. To be honest, she wanted to spend hours exploring every inch of his body.

  “Tara?” Mark said. This time she recognized concern in his voice.

  “I'm sure, Mark,” she said, meeting his eyes. “That was the most incredible sexual experience of my life.”

  “Oh,” he said, his brow creasing. “Good. But we should probably talk.”

  “Uh huh,” she said, pulling him down for a another kiss. “But can we do that when I'm not so ridiculously turned on?”

  “You're turned on?” he asked.

  “Ridiculously,” she replied.

  “From sucking me?” There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

  “From you fucking my mouth,” she replied.

  “Really...?” He shifted his weight and ran one of his hands down to her breast. The merest brush of his fingers over her nipple made her gasp. Immediately she felt her clit swell and cream start dripping down the crease of her buttocks. Mark sucked the other nipple and she saw stars. She had not known it was possible for just nipple stimulation to give her this much pleasure, but then she didn't think she'd ever been this aroused. Every pull of his lips on her nipple sent an answering tug between her legs, ratcheting her arousal higher.

  “Make me cum,” she begged, gasping and mewling from every tug and roll of her nipples. He used both his hands and mouth. Never in her life had Tara thought she could come from having just her nipples stimulated, but she was really close. If he would just hold still and suck hard she knew she would go over the edge, but her mental telepathy didn't seem to be working. He abandoned her breasts and started kissing his way down her stomach. Instead of touching her where she wanted to be touched most, he slid his hands over the sensitive skin of her hips and legs, caressing her feet and calves, the damp
insides of he thighs and the curve of her hip bone. Everywhere he touched her felt electric.

  “You bastard,” she sobbed, pushing her hips upwards. He smiled up at her and she felt an answering warmth that had nothing to do with her arousal and nothing to do with sex. She couldn't let herself think the words, but she adored this man.

  Mark hooked her legs over his shoulders and slid lower.

  He brought his face close to her mound and blew on her sensitive flesh. Goosebumps popped up all over her body.

  “You have a very pretty pussy, Tara,” he said, every wisp of warm breath torture.

  “Goddammit,” she ground out, “just ki-- Argh!”

  He mouth closed over her flesh, covering her clit and most of her opening. One lash of his tongue and a gentle tug on her clit and she started coming. She completely lost control. Every muscle in her body spasmed. She bucked so hard she would have thrown him off if he hadn't been gripping her hips tightly. He kept licking and sucking her, sliding his tongue up and down her soaked slit. She had no idea if she was coming over and over or just having one long intense orgasm. How long it went on, she didn't know, only that even after he stopped pulses of pleasure continued to wrack her body.

  By the time she was vaguely aware that he'd left her he was walking back into the room, ripping a condom packet open. She just lay there boneless, unable to speak or move. He didn't speak either as he rolled on the condom and climbed back on the bed. There mouths met, his lips shiny and slick from her juices. She licked his lips, finding the taste of her own arousal heady. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he pushed the blunt head of his cock against her opening. Tara shuddered as he pressed between the slick lips of her pussy, her tight channel opening to receive him. Less than a minute after his first slow thrust she was coming again, pouring the passion of the incredible sensations into their kiss. He gripped her buttocks, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts and she twined her arms around his neck wanting to have him as close as possible. Their bodies pressed tightly together, Tara didn't know where she ended and he began. She gasped his name over and over as he took her to incredible heights. It wasn't long before he lost control, hammering into her brutally. They both gasped and shuddered as he came, loosing a loud groan before collapsed on top of her.