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  He let his tongue come out and trace along his bottom lip. God he’s hot. “You’re sure…anything at all?” I saw him shift in his seat, and I knew that he was trying to adjust himself. I felt a searing hot pain go from my core down between my legs. I was already wet. I wanted him so bad. I pushed the TV tray back and stood up. I moved his out of his way, took him by his left hand and helped him to his feet.

  “Tell me what you need,” I said in what I hoped was my most seductive voice. “Your wish is my command.”

  His left arm came around me and pulled me into him. I could feel against my hip that he was definitely as excited as I was. “I need you,” he said in a husky voice as he claimed my lips and then my tongue. I found myself amazed at how talented he was with only one hand.

  When we both reluctantly broke the kiss, I took his hand and said, “Let’s go upstairs…just in case anyone comes home early.” That would be horrifying.

  “Baby, I’d follow you anywhere,” he said.

  When we got to Mark’s bedroom, he led me in and kicked the door shut behind us. All at once his mouth was on mine again, this time harder and more insistent. Our tongues danced and the kiss felt like the “I need you naked now” kind of kiss. With his left hand, he slid up my side and cupped a breast through my shirt. He held onto it and let his thumb slide back and forth across it. I loved it and moaned into his mouth. He pulled me in tighter. I could feel his erection pressing hard into me. I squirmed and ground my hips against it as we kissed and he murmured his approval against my hungry mouth.

  Mark pulled back slightly. “Baby, I’ve dreamed about this every night since the last time we were together.”

  I nodded, breathless. “I had a few wet dreams myself.” He groaned and tried to use his one hand to undress me. I laughed. “I’ll do it, baby.”

  “Okay, but hurry,” he said with a grin. While I was stripping down, he was doing his best to get his clothes off with one hand. His shirt had snaps on it which made it easy, but it should be fun to watch him get his jeans off…if I had the patience to wait that long. I finished stripping down and then I went to help. He moaned out his gratitude, especially when I finished and took his throbbing cock in my hand. “Oh God…”

  I stroked it, walking backwards and leading him over to the bed. I sat down on the bed and leaned down to kiss the head of his cock. It twitched and he groaned again. He pushed me back gently, and I scooted up on the bed. As he lay down next to me, he moved my hair with his hand and put his lips on my neck. I arched up so he’d have full access as he kissed and licked and nibbled on it. He kissed across my shoulders and down to my right breast. He kissed my already hard nipple and then licked it lazily before sucking it into his mouth. I was arched up further now, and I put my hands into that dark, curly hair. Holding his head in place, I reveled in the feel of his full lips and tongue on my nipples as he moved back and forth from one to the other.

  I felt his hand sliding down across my belly and teasing up and down along the crease of my thigh. I was so wet that I could feel his fingers slick with moisture already. I shuddered almost violently when he touched my lips. He ran his fingers along the slit, teasing me for awhile before finally slipping a finger inside of me…and then two. He sucked my breasts harder as he moved in and out of me with his hand. I was writhing across the bed now. God, I needed this.

  I felt his mouth come off my breast and heard him whisper, “I need to taste you.” He slid down with his lips never breaking contact with my skin until he was back on the floor on his knees next to the bed. He took his fingers out of me and used his hand to part my thighs, stroking them softly. Then he moved his head between them and put his mouth on my lips. I moaned loud as I felt his tongue stroke up and then down, slowly, languidly, taking his time and just skimming across the top of my swollen clit. I wanted him to touch it so badly. He reached up and took one of my hands and placed it over my right breast. I shivered again and began to twist and pull on my nipples while he pleasured me with his tongue and those full, sexy lips. Then all of a sudden, I went into full body spasm as he sucked my sensitive clit in between his lips. I had gooseflesh up and down my arms and legs. He sucked it all the way in and then flicked it with his tongue as he continued to suck. I literally thought I would die from the sheer pleasure of it.

  He worked his hand back between my legs and let his fingers slip back inside of me. I was pulling hard on my nipples with both hands now while he sucked and fingered me. I could feel the orgasm coming and when it did, I screamed as it rolled through me like a continuous wave. He stayed where he was until I came down from my high, shaking and sweating and almost delirious with pleasure.

  He moved back up next to me and kissed me full on the mouth. I loved it when he tasted like me…it was sexy as hell. When he pulled out of the kiss I said, “God, Mark…that was incredible.”

  He kissed me again. “You’re incredible,” he said.

  “My turn,” I told him, sliding down his body and making sure that my tits slid along his hot skin as I did. I got down on my knees next to the bed and kneaded his thighs with my hands, letting my fingers brush lightly against his balls. Then I reached up and grabbed the shaft of his cock and started stroking him slowly.

  “Oh God, Lexi!” I smiled and let my hair brush across the tops of his thighs. I caressed him between his legs with my hand and the light touch of my hair for a few seconds making him moan. He reached down with his good hand and took one of my breasts in it. He used his thumb and forefinger to pinch and pull on my nipple as I licked the head of his cock. I ran my tongue down the shaft and back up the other side, working my way up the underside where it was more sensitive until I got to the head. I licked that again and then sucked just the tip of it into my mouth. He had his hand wrapped up in my hair, tugging on it gently as I pleasured him. I let him fall out of my mouth and took him back in my fist, teasing him with long, slow licks up and down the shaft. Finally, I let him slide back into my mouth and began to suck gently. He was making some sexy, but unintelligible sounds. I kept my fingers lightly brushing across his balls as I took him in deep, almost to the back of my throat, but not quite…yet.

  I bobbed my head up and down slowly, enjoying the sexy sounds he was making. While I did that, I slid my hands down underneath him and squeezed his hard butt in my hands. His breaths were labored and uneven now. He started bucking his hips up and down as I simultaneously sucked his cock and squeezed his ass. I moved my right hand around and took the root of the shaft in my hand and then sucked his cock into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around him as I did.

  “God, Lexi, you’re driving me crazy. You need to stop, baby. Come here.” I moaned against his cock and he groaned. “Baby…” he sounded so desperate; I figured I better stop there.

  CHAPTER SIX

  MARK

  Dear God, this woman is going to kill me. I’ve always loved sex, but it had never been anything close to what it was like with her. Maybe this was sex with feelings and that was the difference. I used my one good hand to haul her back up onto the bed. She was smiling like a little minx. She’s so fucking sexy. “Lay down on your back, baby.” She did as I asked, and I moved between her legs. I lowered my mouth down to hers and kissed her deep and hard. God, I love kissing her. She tastes so sweet. I shuddered when I felt her take hold of my cock in both of her hands. She guided me to her opening and I propped myself up on my left arm. She arched her hips up off the bed, and I slid into her soft, wet pussy. Nothing felt like this. Nothing felt like her. I just let it sit there for a few seconds, savoring the incredible sensations. I looked into her eyes and knew that I had to do whatever it took to keep her. If she left and went back to the city…I don’t think I could take it.

  She clenched down on me with her internal muscles, and I thought my head would explode. I started stroking into her slowly. She was moving her hips and making soft, sexy little noises. I started moving faster and she reached back and put her hands on my ass, pushing me back in each time I slid
out. Her breaths were shallow and ragged and I could tell that she was on the verge of cumming again. I moved faster and she panted louder until all at once I felt her squeeze my ass hard and her body went rigid and then the climax crashed into her head on. I kept stroking until she relaxed and then I stopped and took a break myself. My left arm was tired.

  “Mark,” she whispered against my ear as she pet my hair. “You’re so good.”

  “We’re good together,” I told her. I hoped that I made her feel half as good as she did me. That would at least make it hard for her to leave me.

  “Lay on your back now,” she said. I did as she asked. I liked it when she told me what to do during sex. It was hot. She climbed up and straddled me. I reached up and put my hands on those gorgeous breasts and kneaded them, letting the nipples roll through my fingers.

  “God, baby, you’re so beautiful. I mean, seriously unbelievably gorgeous.” She smiled at me and reached down and let me slide into her once again. Still smiling and looking into my eyes, she moved her pelvis back and forth, letting my cock nearly slide out and then taking it all the way back in. She had her body tilted forwards and I could feel her hard clit slide along my shaft each time she let it slide in and out. I reached back and took her sweet ass into my left hand and massaged it while she rode me. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

  She started pushing down harder, increasing her tempo, and her breaths were coming in short shallow gasps. I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders and her sexy body tense up again. I could feel my own orgasm building, ready to knock me over with an intensity I only experience when I’m with her.

  “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

  “Me, too…” she was breathless and her voice was husky and so sexy.

  “Oh God, Lexi!” I breathed out.

  “Mark!”

  “Yeah, baby, oh God! Oh my God!” I squeezed her ass cheek hard when I felt her tense. Then I tensed up as well and we both succumbed to the orgasm. Lexi cried out, and I fought to stay focused. We rocked our bodies together in total ecstasy and as I came down from the high of the climax, I wondered what I’d ever done without her.

  Afterwards, we just lay there in each other’s arms for a long time. Her head was on my chest and her silky hair fanned out all over the place. I loved the way it felt against me. I loved the way everything about her felt.

  “Mark.”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  She pulled out of my embrace and propped herself up on her elbow. She took one finger and traced the lines of my face with it, running it slowly and sexily across my lips. “I have trust issues,” she said.

  I shouldn’t have, but I laughed. “Really? That’s a shock,” I said, jokingly.

  “Do you have that out of your system now?” she said with narrowed eyes.

  I laughed again. “Yeah, baby. Sorry.” I had noticed, though. It was actually pretty obvious from day one.

  “I have always had trust issues…and I’ve been trying hard to find a reason not to trust you.”

  I waited a beat and then I said, “And did you?” I hoped not.

  She was still silent for a long time and I was actually getting a little bit nervous when she finally said, “No. I couldn’t find it no matter how hard I looked. You’re perfect.”

  She said I was perfect. I liked that. But she sounded kind of strange, so I said, “That’s a good thing, right…that you couldn’t find a reason not to trust me?”

  I felt her head bob up and down as she nodded against me. “It’s a good thing,” she said. “I just wanted to let you know that I trust you and I really like spending time with you.”

  I lifted up and kissed her. I had a feeling that was huge for her and it made me feel really good to be the one she wanted to trust. “I love spending time with you,” I told her.

  “Good.” She laid her head back down on my shoulder and then pulled it back up almost immediately. “There’s something I’ve been struggling with. I really wanted to tell you this, but I didn’t trust you enough before…I understand how your father makes you feel and I’m sorry. I understand it really well, because that’s how my mother makes me feel, as well. You want them to love you and accept you so badly that you would practically do anything to make that happen.”

  I was confused. What was she talking about? Lexi and Lydia had a great relationship. At least, they seemed to. “What do you mean, baby? I thought you and Lydia were really close. I haven’t noticed her acting like my dad does towards me to you.”

  “Not Lydia. I’m talking about my real mom,” she said. There was a catch in her voice and now I was really confused.

  “Wait, what?”

  “Lydia is my aunt. My mother is an alcoholic. She has rarely been sober for more than a few weeks at a time since I was born. Maybe before, I don’t know. She used to ‘forget’ she had a kid sometimes when I was little. She went out once when I was four and left me alone. I suspect that wasn’t the first time, I just don’t remember the others because I was too young. While she was gone…no one really knows how long after, but the police suspected it had been at least two days, I finally figured out how to climb up on a chair and open the door. Apparently, I was starving. They found me out on the street, looking for food. She lost her rights to me and Lydia took me.”

  I felt like someone kicked me in the gut. I couldn’t even imagine how frightening that must have been for a child…how traumatizing. “Oh my God, Lexi…that’s awful. I’m so sorry.” She shrugged. She was trying to act cavalier about it, but it had to still hurt. No wonder she didn’t trust anyone. The poor thing!

  “Over the years, when she did get sober, she would try to get me back. She would stay sober long enough to get a job and manipulate the system into giving me back to her. At the time, I told myself it was because she loved me too much to live without me, but as I got older, I realized that it was because she felt guilty and worried what people thought about her. I even think that she did it to spite Aunt Lydia. Lydia went through hell, too, because she never knew when they would come along and just take me back again and then she worried about me the whole time I was gone – she spent most of her waking hours trying to figure out a way to keep me so that I didn’t have to go back and forth. It was why she didn’t pursue her musical career. She gave everything up for me.

  “When I was fifteen, the courts finally gave me a choice. Even after all of that, it was hard for me to turn my back on my bio-mom. I had to, though, and I knew it. I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t. I chose Lydia. My mom was so far gone most of the time anyways, and I hated seeing her that way every day…plus there were a lot of men in and out of the house…”

  “Oh God! They didn’t…you weren’t…”

  “No, but not for lack of them trying,” she said. “I got good at the knee to crotch strike and I was a hell of a fast runner. The police would find me and since I wasn’t actually molested, they would take me back. My mother would tell me to ‘be nice’ to them. Screw that! It made me sick that she didn’t protect me. So when they offered me a choice about who I wanted to live with, there was really none to make. Lydia adopted me legally, so she is my mom. She’s always been really, just not biologically. She did the things that a mother is supposed to do and she made me feel loved through it all, but sometimes as a kid I would get all twisted up emotionally. I would try and reach out to my real mom. I’d try and get her to notice me. I ran away and showed up on her doorstep a few times. She was always drunk and always disinterested. She would tell me to go back. She’d tell me that she didn’t want me there…”

  I pulled her into me tighter. My heart was breaking for her. My dad might be an ass, but for a while I had my mom, who was amazing, and I was always taken care of. I kissed the side of her face and said, “I’m so sorry for you, baby. Thank God you had Lydia.” I had even more respect for my stepmother now, that’s for sure. She was even stronger and more amazing than I suspected.

  “Yeah, and thank God I s
till have her. I was afraid I’d screwed that up.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I did something really stupid pretty recently. My bio-mom finally reached out. She wanted me to spend the weekend ‘re-acquainting’ with her, she said. I dropped everything and I went…”

  “It didn’t go well?”

  She laughed sadly. “No. I found out that all she wanted from me was money. She was living in a crappy motel and her state benefits had been cut off. She actually asked me to go buy her a bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes. But what I missed that weekend to be with her, I can never get back. That’s what I regret the most.”

  “What was it?”

  “Your dad and my mother’s wedding. I was supposed to be her maid of honor. She already bought me a dress and everything.”

  “Oh wow, that’s why you weren’t there.”

  “I know. I make myself sick. I was so selfish…”

  “Don’t say that. Don’t talk about yourself that way. It makes perfect sense that you went. Everyone wants their parent’s love and acceptance like you said, no matter what they’ve done. It seems like Lydia understood. She talked so highly of you from the moment I met her. The two of you are still close, right?”

  “Yes, she’s amazing. I know I hurt her, but she never said, ‘Don’t go’ or ‘I’m hurt’ or ‘I’m angry.’ She just let me make my own decision because she thought it was what I needed to do and because she’s not selfish at all. I think she was secretly hoping I’d make the right one and go to her wedding, but of course, I didn’t. I ache with guilt when I think about it.”

  I wanted to do something to make her feel better. I felt guilty myself for thinking poorly of her for not showing up for the wedding. Then she went on and I felt worse.

  “While I was going back and forth, I was pulled in and out of school. I was so jerked around that my grades suffered – they were awful. I was angry a lot of the time, and I wasn’t as mature as I was supposed to be, so it wasn’t all about the being jerked around. Mostly, I just didn’t give a shit and I wasn’t thinking about the future. Mom…Lydia, she didn’t give up. Not on me, anyways. She gave up a lot for me. She hired tutors and encouraged me and made me go to school. Finally, I got serious about wanting to ‘fix’ my grades when I went to live with Lydia full time. By the time the adoption went through I was sixteen and behind several grade levels. It wasn’t that I couldn’t do the work, it was just a matter of doing it. I had to attend summer school every year for four years straight to catch up. I was determined at that point, but by the time I made it all up, I was almost twenty. I started college this year and this was the first summer I didn’t have to go to school. I took it off to ‘find myself.’”