Mark stirs, his hips shifting as his fingertips slip over my head. Groaning, a sleepy, scratchy moan, he curls his fingers into my hair as I suck his cock. My mouth swallows him whole, sucking him in as deep as I can and still able to breathe. He fills my throat completely. His muscle hard as rock as my cheeks hollow with each pull of my lips.
“Mm,” he moans, giving his hips a little jerk.
Looking up his body, Mark is half awake with a sleepy smile on his face. Curling my fingers firmly around his length, I stroke him as I suck him off. His mouth curls to one side as he inhales sharply.
I love the way he's looking at me right now. His eyes glossy with leftover dreams, focusing on me and only me in a way that makes my heart speed up and my stomach flip. I'm not even sure he's taken the time to blink.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulls my head back. It's rough and gentle at the same time. His fingers eager, but not losing complete control. He guides me up, pulling my face to his for a deep kiss.
My pussy is aching for one more time with him. My time is limited, and we only have a few more minutes before the clock strikes twelve and I have to run off like Cinderella back to my life.
Straddling his waist, I press his tip against my entrance, slipping him inside. My entire body shudders as he enters me, spreading my walls to the max. His thick length throbs inside my body as he closes his eyes and moans.
With a grunt, the tips of his fingers dig into my hips. His large hands and tight grip help lift me as I start to ride him. Tipping his head back, Mark whispers. “Hot damn.” His eyes roll back in his head and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Mm,” moaning, I keep slamming my pussy down. The thick mane of hair around his base tickles my soft and tender skin.
Mark thrusts his hips up, penetrating me to the core. I wish I could feel this way forever. Free of the city, free of all the eyes, the expectations, the weight I carry every single day.
This man is giving me a little bliss before I toss myself back into chaos. For a brief moment in time, I don't have to be prim and proper. I can forget the fancy gowns, the silk sheets, the fine china. Right now, all of that means nothing.
I'm not that girl. I'm not Siobhan Andrews with important parents and standards that far exceed what I want and dream of. I want to paint. I want to draw. I want to create. I don't want to be a carbon copy of every other person around me.
Thrusting up hard and fast, Mark runs a flat palm up my stomach and between my breasts. Cupping my cheek, he strokes his thumb across my bottom lip as his eyes focus on my face.
Bucking my hips, my clit begins to pulse with a heartbeat of its own. My skin flushes pink as my entire body heats from the inside out. Mark's dark eyes grow even darker as his brows dip in and his jaw clenches tight.
His touch becomes rougher, fingers greedier, hands more intense as he smooths his palms down my ribs, moving them around to my back, and up to my shoulder blades. Pulling me down, he crushes my chest to his.
“Mm, Mark,” I moan.
Over and over my hips slam down and his cock thrusts up. My moans grow in volume, turning from soft to loud and frantic. I'm so close, every inch of my skin is buzzing with electricity.
Wrapping his strong arms around my back, he holds me so close I can feel his heart pounding. Mark's fingers spread wide open on my back, keeping me right where he wants me. My nipples turn stiff and my pussy seeps as he keeps grinding up.
His lips find mine. Forceful and manic as his length turns hard as diamond. Every muscle in his body begins to tremble. I can feel his fingertips as they vibrate, his arms as they shake, and his stomach as it quivers.
I'm drunk on him. Swaying my hips, I can hardly lift myself anymore as the orgasm sweeps through my body rendering me weak. My muscles collapse, surrendering to the feeling coursing through my veins.
Mark's fingers run through my hair as he pulls his cock free. “Now that's a wakeup call,” he says with a chuckle.
Giggling, I push my hands into his pecs and sit up. “What time is it?” I ask, searching for the clock.
“Almost eight.”
“Shit, my flight leaves soon.”
Letting my eyes fall to his, I see a flicker of sadness cross his face. It's brief, gone with a single blink. Thinning my lips, I smile, and climb off him. As much as I don't want to leave, I know I have to.