Fuck their rules.
I glance at the clock. It's one in the morning. I know I won’t fall asleep with all these revelations swimming around in my head, so I climb out of bed and cross my bedroom. I open the door and poke my head into the hall, glancing left to right, then tip toe down the hall to Mark's room.
I stop outside of his door and listen, fumbling with my bottom lip, debating whether I should knock. My knuckles hover over the wood, about to knock, but then I quickly pull my hand away.
What if he doesn't want to see me? What if I ruined what we had?
I stand in the dark hall holding my breath, my hands shaking and my stomach queasy. Closing my eyes, I breathe through my nose and let it out through my mouth. With the tips of my fingers, I tap the door lightly, and push it open.
“Mark?” I whisper as I slip my head inside.
I've spent too much of my life living for other people, it's time to live for myself. He gave me this, the power to choose for myself. I'm choosing him.
The room is dark and full of shadows. I push the door open wider, and soft light from the hall seeps in highlighting the bed and Mark's body under the covers. He's facing away, the blankets pulled up to his ears.
Looking back over my shoulder, I duck inside and close the door behind me. With soft feet, I walk to the bed. My eyes are adjusting to the moonlight coming in from the windows, making it easier to see.
Carefully, I pull back the covers and slip behind him. Mark jumps, lifting his head off the pillow and looking back.
“Sia?” he asks, his voice groggy and scratchy.
“Yeah,” I say.
He reaches around his back, grabbing my hand and pulling it over his waist. Braiding his fingers with mine, he presses my hand against his stomach, holding it tight.
I didn't know if coming in here would be a good idea or not. He could have pushed me out. He could have gotten up and walked away. Instead, he accepted me.
Strumming his thumb up and down over my knuckles, he adjusts himself, making it so there's no space between us. The warmth from his body spreads to mine, and all I want to do is feel more. More of his arms. More of his back. More of his chest and hands and lips.
“Mark. . .” My voice is low as I whisper.
“Yeah?” he asks, twisting his head slightly.
“I'm sorry about—”
“Shh,” he hushes me, flipping over so we're face to face. He runs the tips of his fingers tenderly around the frame of my face. “I don't want you to worry.”
His hand slides down my neck, tracing my spine all the way to my ass. Pulling me in, his cock is already hard, pushing against my thigh. Even in the dark room, his eyes shine bright, almost as bright as the moon in the sky.
“You're here when you shouldn't be,” he says, his fingers digging into my ass as he brings his lips so close to mine. “You're taking a risk I never thought you would.”
He exhales, lowering his lips to my chin and placing a soft kiss. “You're not following the rules.” He places another kiss on the curve of my jaw, then another on the delicate skin of my neck. His lips are feathery, sending tingles through my body.
“Mm—” I start to moan, but he quickly silences me with his mouth and tongue.
Mark rests his huge palm on my cheek, holding me. His tongue presses my lips open, diving deep into my throat. And I kiss him back. I kiss him instead of moaning. I kiss him instead of screaming for him to fuck me.
I kiss him because it feels more right than anything else in my life ever has.
His hand moves to my chest. Pinching my nipple, he rolls it between his fingers. I attempt to groan again, but his mouth becomes fierce, blocking me from making any noise. Our tongues twine, wrapping and licking, tasting and devouring.
He feels so damn good all over me like this. His hands keep moving lower and lower, exploring every inch of my body until he hits my pussy. Cupping my mound, he presses his fingers against my clit.
“You're wet already,” he says into our kiss. Pushing a finger inside, he starts to move in and out, spreading my juice around the entrance. “I fucking love that.”
I almost moan, but he's right there, paying attention to my every move, to every whimper and coo that threatens to escape my lips. His lips seal around mine as he works my body, fucking me with his hand.
Pulling his finger free, Mark pushes my pajama shorts to the side, and climbs on top of me. In nothing but his boxers, his cock breaks free on its own from the opening in the front. I can see him now. My eyes are fully adjusted, and the light from the windows is enough to make him glow like a god.