Loves Redemption (22 page)

about you.” He picked up the soft bristled brush to run it over the soft corkscrew curls.

“How did it go with Agent Montgomery?” she asked him as he continued to work the

brush through her hair. She waited for him to speak and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her hair and scalp.

“Well....” he paused to gather his thoughts. “It was strange to be honest with you, just

strange.”

“Really? In what way?” She turned her head around to look up into his face.

He shared with her the day’s events and played close attention to how he explained the

agent kneeling next to the hollowed graves and the intense look on his face, along with the obvious debilitating headache the man had suffered from. After he’d finished telling her she sat quietly for a moment before she said anything.

“That’s different. I’m not sure what to make of it either. Did you ask him?”

“I wasn’t sure how
to
ask. And besides that, before I could, he told me not to ask.”

“So what do you think it means? It sounds odd to me just hearing it, so it must have been

really odd for you to see it.”

“It was. There was something really strange about the whole thing.” He agreed with her

before he put it out of his mind and leaned down to kiss the side of her neck.

“Before I forget, Mom has invited us out to the house for a barbeque this weekend. Is that

okay?” he asked as he continued to nibble her neck. He stopped his biting caresses when he

received no answer from her. “Sweetheart, is that okay?” he repeated.

“This weekend? What day? I have a new intern to interview on Sunday morning, and I

need to meet with him. I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it,” she said and Mark noticed how she studiously avoided his eyes.

“There’s no set time. It’s really informal; we can work around your schedule. Is that the

only reason you don’t want to go?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is there any other reason you don’t want to go?” he asked again.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go. I don’t know how I feel about it. Maybe I’m a little

scared,” she admitted with a small laugh.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s a first for me, and I’m not afraid.”

As they’d been talking Maya had been deftly braiding her hair. She turned her body to

fully look at him as she completed the long French braid.

He correctly interpreted her look and clarified. “I’ve never brought a woman home to

meet my parents. Honestly I haven’t,” he said when she looked at him doubtfully. “My mom has always been interested in who I was dating, but there’s never been anyone important enough to meet my family. Until now, Maya. And I’m asking you to come and meet my family, sweetheart.

Will you?”

As she looked up into his handsome serious face, all fears and uncertainties temporarily

fell away. He pulled her into his arms and allowed the two of them to fall back on the bed.

“Everything will be fine, you’ll see. You’re going to love my family and they are

absolutely going to love you, baby,” he reassured her. “Now let’s take this granny robe off,” he laughed at her favorite robe.

He deftly removed the thick cotton robe from Maya’s shoulders and peeled it away from

her body. He rolled her underneath his body and caught at her mouth, plunging his tongue deep, tasting her, taking her breath as his own.

As the kiss deepened, his hand closed around her breast squeezing and massaging the

plump globe as he groaned deeply into her mouth, swallowing Maya’s answering moan.

His hands wandered further down her body, as his mouth traveled south. When he got to

her breasts, he opened wide, taking in as much as he could. “I love your breasts. Damn they taste good,” he said, lifting his mouth from her nipple with a long pull to look down into her hot gaze.

He languidly licked her again, before he drew the turgid peak back into his mouth, giving

it a pull she felt deep down all the way to her toes
.

As he continued to suck on her, her frantic movements alerted him that the ache was

growing out of control for her.

He’d become adept at gauging her degrees of arousal and knowing she was on the edge

of reaching a climax with his tugging at her breast, he swiftly rolled over and landed her on his chest, sitting up so they were facing one another.

He took both sides of her face in his hand and placed tiny kisses all over until he came to rest back on her lips. Simply kissing her made his cock grow to enormous proportions as it

nestled snugly between them, twitching toward her belly with a mind of its own.

He reluctantly released her mouth. Mark loved looking at her aroused flushed face,

reddened lips, and heaving breasts. Seeing her in this state could make him cum on the spot. He flexed and lifted her small body up and slowly eased her back down to straddle him, guiding himself to her slick portal.

The head of his dick brushed against the dark curly thatch of hair as it slowly made its

way deeper within the tight passage. Not wanting to hurt her, Mark inched deeper and deeper, until at last he was seated to the hilt. When he was completely merged within her, he let out a deep, agonizing groan of satisfaction to the accompany sound of her low hiss of relief.

“Yes, baby. Just like that,” he moaned as the two of them held the position, neither one

moving, enjoying the feel of their bodies united.

He adjusted her slightly. Cupping the mounds of her golden breasts, he began kneading

them, her nipples swelling as the dusky color deepened, giving them a purplish hue.

“Do you have any idea how I feel about you?” he asked softly, his voice low and husky

in the quiet of the room. “I want you to watch me, baby. No don’t look away. I need you to see what I’m doing to you. What you do to me.” His heated gaze refused to allow her to look away from the intimacy they were creating together.

“I’m going to kiss this one first.” His hands cupped and held her left breast. “Nice and

slow. And after that one has been satisfied, if you’re a good girl, then I’ll take care of the other one,” he promised her.

“But I want you to participate in this. Do you think you can do that, baby?” While he’d

been talking she had been rotating her hips against him. Wordlessly, she nodded her head in agreement.

“I need to hear you say it. Say you’ll help me,” he insisted, as he continued fingering her swollen nipples.

“Yes, yes I’ll help you,” she promised, her voice barely audible, her chest heaving in

expectation of what his demands might be.

“Good baby. It’s nothing too hard. I want you to hand me one of those big beautiful tits

of yours while I take good care of it. Do that for me,” he demanded huskily.

He knew her breasts were sensitive. She had once had an orgasm after heavy petting from

him playing with her nipples. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as she hefted one of her breasts up to him, as though it were a sacrificial offering.

“Higher. Lift it higher and use both hands, baby. You need to use both hands,” he

instructed, and she did his bidding, lifting the heavy breast to his eager mouth.

He watched her as his lips opened and closed over the dusky areola. No sooner had his

mouth closed around her plump nipple, than she arched her back in instant response and cried out his name.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s good, that’s so damned good,” he praised, as he roughly licked

and lapped her nipple only to tug it back into his mouth.

As she held her breast to his devouring mouth, he grabbed both of her hips with his hands

and ground their bodies together as he rode her. He lifted his mouth when he felt her try and hasten their speed. “Give me the other one. Now, while I fuck you nice and easy, give it to me,”

he demanded roughly.

She reacted to the authority in his tone and dropped the breast he’d been feasting on and

offered him the other. He gave one last heated lick before he accepted the second globe from her hands.

As he worked on the next breast, he moved one of his hands from her hips to work its

way between them, to finger her clitoris, as his other hand maintained its steadying position on her hip, forcing her to accept the restricting slow grind.

The light feathery touch of his fingers against her clit, and the strong pull of his mouth on her breasts, had her disobeying his edict to look at him and she closed her eyes.

He was so deep he thought he felt her womb, and knew he couldn’t hold back, he was

dangerously close to orgasm from watching her, not to mention the feeling of her tight hot sheath gripping him like a glove. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked in a tight, breathless whisper.

He had to ask her again, and finally, in a croaking whisper, she answered him. “Yes. I’m

ready. Please, Mark, I’m ready,” she pleaded.

“You beg so pretty, I think I’ll let you come.” Finding satisfaction at her desperate

heartfelt answer, he opened his mouth on the hardened peak of her nipple and closed, biting down as he did so, and then he watched the contractions shudder through her small frame.

Wanting to increase the intensity of her climax and join her in her release, he gathered

her slight body closer and ground his dick as deep as he could into her. He held on tightly to her hips as he stroked her. While his body was pounding into hers, his mouth held on to her breast suckling hungrily, his mouth a frenzy of need and wild desire.

She cried out as the orgasm hit. As it gained power in its intensity, her pussy frantically clamped down and he felt her body grip and clench him. She milked him until he reared his head back and allowed his seed to burst free and erupt over and over, gushing hotly into her, as he yelled her name out hoarsely.

* * * *

Maya clung desperately to his shoulders as the scorching river of semen splashed deeply

across her womb, her orgasm so strong and prolonged that she felt weak, her pulse racing out of control and her head dizzy with the effects of the violent release.

When it was over, he rested his forehead against hers, his arms snaking around her waist

to gather her close. Lifting a wet tendril of hair away from her forehead, he placed a gentle kiss on her sweaty brow.

She glanced up at him and shakily smiled before muttering, “I can’t move. Please don’t

ask me to.”

“I know, baby, neither can I,” he agreed, breathing heavily.

Even as he said it, she felt a twitch deep within her body, where his cock still dwelled,

and she looked at him with an incredulous stare of disbelief. With a laugh he tumbled her back on the bed.

“Sometimes ‘he’ doesn’t know when to quit,” he told her as he withdrew from her body

and turned her outward to cuddle spoon fashion.

They lay together for a while, quietly holding on to one another, their combined breathing

the only sound in the room until Mark raised a hand to caress the side of her face. “You know with you, Maya, I’ve experienced a few firsts.”

“In what way?” she asked after placing her hands over his where they lay crossed at her

midsection.

He rubbed his thumbs caressingly over hers as he answered. “Well for one you’re the first

person I’ve ever wanted to meet my family at the ripe old age of 34,” he told her laughing at himself. “And Maya what we share sexually and mentally? The connection we have is new to me as well as it is to you. It’s not something that happens often, in fact it’s never happened for me.”

He didn’t feel as though he was expressing himself well enough and so he stopped

talking. Burying his face in the back of her neck, he rubbed his face slowly back and forth along the length of it, his eyes closed as he tried to think of how to tell her how he felt.

She had recently gone on birth control and no sooner had it been safe to do, than Mark

had happily stopped using condoms. As long as he had been sexually active, he had, without fail, used a condom, even if the woman he was involved with was using protection.

His father had long ago ingrained in him as well as his brothers, the need to protect

themselves against pregnancy as well as sexually transmitted diseases.

From the first time he and Maya had made love, he resented having to use them, not

wanting anything unnatural barring him from the natural feel of her. He wanted nothing to come between them and found ultimate satisfaction when he released himself into her womb.

What he’d also found himself thinking of was what it would be like if she were not on

any contraception at all. It was a surprisingly tantalizing thought.

“I feel the same way, Mark. I have to admit I’m glad you feel the same. It’s hard for me

to understand how that can be, but I’m glad it is.”

“In what way?” he asked, as he paused nuzzling her neck.

When he stopped his caresses, she moved her head back and forth in a not so subtle

reminder for him to continue his nuzzle. He smiled behind her, and continued.

“I suppose it’s hard for me to understand how you’ve never been close to a woman as

you say you have with me. I mean, you’ve dated a lot.” When he remained quiet, she turned her body around to face him and caught the look crossing his face.

“Maya I haven’t ‘dated’
that
much.” Now it was his turn to see the incredulous look cross
her
face.

Amending his statement he continued, “Even if I have, that doesn’t mean what I’m

saying isn’t true. I think it’s possible to go your entire life without meeting that one person you connect with on all levels. For whatever reason, God smiled on me and allowed us to meet, for which I will be eternally grateful.”

When she smiled that small half smile she favored and placed her arms around his neck,

Mark stifled his automatic groan of frustration. He placed his arms around her small body and hugged her tight.