Eight

Mark made some effort for us to go to a nearby bar with me. Just for us to chill as a couple and perhaps start over. This was not the first time commodity happened between us and we agreed to start over, he frequently drifted back out into his work. But we aren't promised hereafter, we might as well keep trying as a couple.

It was a Wednesday night, around seven o’clock. Mark and I sat at a table near the window and I loved the decor outdoors, people walking, the road lights, and looking at the bar. There were many people enjoying their drinks. Some were laughing while belting some musketeers and others just sounded to be enjoying the night. We all need that.

I felt my phone buzz and when I pulled out my phone to check who it was, I saw my father's name pop up.

-We heard what happened

Great, now the whole world knew, indeed my parents who were far out in Florida knew and were feeling pity for me. Their dear little girl.

“ We'll take tequila please,” Mark said to the server who had come to our table.

“ Babe, cheer up.” He said in a soft tone.

“ I will, perhaps, have some beer, some coitus.”

Mark smiled

“ Sounds fine, my place.”

***********

I wasn't really drunk after our time at the bar. We got into a hack and Mark carried me to his room in his apartment. It had been so long since I had been in this bed and many studies hit my mind if other women had been then rather of me. But Mark was not like that, or at least I trusted him.

I felt him kiss the bottom of my lip so slow and so voluptuous it made me feel so weak. His hands gentled my guts and went down between my legs. I gently lay my reverse onto the bed as he began to with my oohing core. This way was always a good escape for me, from the harsh reality we face occasionally and just letting it be fucked up into orgasms.

Mark's cutlet gently traced over my damp panties, sluggishly teasing me. My mind was blank for many seconds as I tried to recall when Mark had ever taken his time on me, on getting me wet, ready, and in the mood.

I let out a rustle when his cutlet entered my sopping core. I felt Mark move up and felt his breath over my neck and he playfully teased my earlobe. I smiled and he also put his alternate cutlet in and began to thrust in and out, up my paining heat. I can not take it much longer as I meet his hand thrust and I eventually supplicate him to come in.

“ Please.” I moaned as my hand reached to feel his hard, angry member. I helped him remove his belt and his trousers were eventually out.

But Mark didn't come in just yet, he continues to thrust into me with his fritters, I suck my lip as the pressure increases and I'm really loving this new side of Mark. Black blotches blur my vision as I feel the whole knob of pleasure burst and I feel a release. Mark spreads my cat lips and I feel the cool air hit the area causing a shiver of pure burning pleasure to race around my body, my nerves. I find myself kissing on my lip again as Mark began to erotically push my clit, he gently stroked my clit also gently slighted the shot with his incline. Oh, how I wanted all of him.

My near dream-spaced body rolls itself towards him, another orgasm on the point of release. I whither against Mark's body as he thrust his two fritters back into me. He continued to fuck me with his two fritters, hard, presto, and damn good and as I felt another figure up of pleasure, I felt Mark's incline plugged into me. I squeezed my eyes shut, a laugh running down my neck as I recalled just how big his incline was and just how important good he felt. A muffled wail escaped my throat and I feel a violent burst of release but I heard Mark say

“ Not yet, baby.”

And he thrust a further jerky and slow meter now but I thrust myself into him harder and harder until he gave in to meet my pace and drove into me hard and presto. Each there was after was loud breathing, the smell of participated authorities, and Mark pulled out to his release.