Loves Redemption

in a rough voice, tearing his mouth from
hers.
“This way,” she pointed to the end of the hall and fell back against his chest when he
headed in the direction of her bedroom.
* * * *
Mark was impatient with the feel of their clothes. He pushed the straps of her dress down
to her waist, and leaned back to look at her heavy breasts in the black demi-bra. With a groan, he unhooked the front clasp and feathered his fingers across the light-brown colored globes, and felt his hands shake.
“Baby, you’re beautiful. Please don’t hide your face from me,” he said when she looked
away when he touched her breasts.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to slow down, but I’ve never felt this excited before,” he admitted. “I want to explore every curve of your body. And I want you to do the same thing to me,” his voice deepened, growing huskier as his need for her rose.
He didn’t understand her shyness, and he lifted her head so he could look into her eyes.
“We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with sweetheart. Any time you want me to stop,
tell me. It won’t be easy, but I’ll stop. Okay? I promise you.”
“Yes.” When she agreed, he let out a long breath.
He kept his gaze on hers and captured one turgid nipple in his mouth. He suckled it while
his other hand kneaded its twin. She arched her breasts more fully into his mouth. He loved her response to his touch.
He pulled away from her breasts and tore his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.
Reaching between the two of them, he unbuttoned his pants.
He went back to work on her breasts, and after switching sides, greedily laved the other
with the same attention he’d given the first. Her answering moan spurred him on to reach
between them and lower her dress further down until it pooled around her hips.
The glow from the moonlit night accented her pretty brown body, and his breath caught
at the picture she presented. Her lips were swollen and red from his kisses, her plump breasts and stiff nipples begged for his touch. Bra discarded, the only thing she wore was a sexy pair of panties, which barely covered her thatch of dark springy curls.
“You are so beautiful,” he barely whispered past the constriction in his throat.
He pushed aside the silky material guarding her entrance and slowly drew his finger
down her soft cleft. She arched her body in immediate response. Loving her reaction, he put his finger in his mouth and licked away her cream, his eyes never leaving hers.
When she groaned, Mark lowered his head; his mouth and lips replacing his fingers. At
the first touch of his tongue, her body arched away from the mattress.
“Oh God. That’s too much,” she cried out on a low moan, writhing beneath him.
“Stay with me, baby. You can take it. Just let me love you,” he pleaded as he held her
hips down. She gasped again when his tongue made contact with her slick folds.
He then inserted a finger into her tight opening, and her walls instantly clamped down.
He eased his finger out and tested the feel of two fingers, and nearly came when she gripped him even tighter. He couldn’t wait to feel that same tight grip on his cock.
He leaned between her legs, and this time he pulled her panties completely off. He gently
separated her folds. After he exposed her clit he closed his eyes in anticipation before capturing the small bud in his mouth.
Maya nearly screamed with the first contact of his lips on her clitoris. She looked down at the sexy image of his dark head between the V of her legs as she bit the inside of her mouth to keep herself from yelling out. But she was helpless to stop her body from jerking as he licked and sucked her in a place no man had ever seen, much less kissed.
She closed her eyes, and colors sprang against her closed lids as another spasm hit her
hard, while he continued his intimate assault. The next wave sent her over the edge. She grabbed the sheets on either side of her hips as her body jerked, and this time she couldn’t stop herself from screaming from the intense pleasure.
Spent, she could accept no more and could only lie limp against the soft pillows against
the headboard. His hot tongue continued to caress her, until all of her tremors had come to an end. As he came to lie beside her on the pillows, he propped the side of his head in his hand and stared down at her with a tender look in his eyes.
“Sweetheart, no one’s ever done that for you?”
Maya came back to herself and was a bit shamed at what she’d allowed him to do. She
knew she was a grown woman and had nothing to be ashamed of, but there it was. She was
embarrassed. “No. No one ever has.”
“Look at me. It’s not a crime, but I need to know something else. Has any man ever made
love to you?” He gently lifted her chin to see her face better.
“I think you already know the answer. I’ve never made love to anyone. I’ve never felt
comfortable enough with anyone to share my body with them,” Maya told him, feeling
vulnerable and exposed. She was telling him more than she’d ever told another man--allowing him inside her body and her mind. The thought scared her.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve got to be honest and say words can’t describe how
it makes me feel that I’m your first. That you trust me.” He kissed her, and she could taste her essence in his mouth.
She touched the dark hair that fell into his eyes, before resting her hand on his chest.
Taking a deep breath she came to a decision. “I want you to make love to me, Mark. Fully. I’m not afraid.”
Mark sat