In Too Deep(171)

Our lovemaking took on a feral quality, and Sophie dragged her fingernails down my back, both of us gasping in the mix of pain and pleasure. We wrestled around on the bed, both of us highly trained in martial arts, both of us in top shape. Still, we were making love, not fighting, and I had a nearly seventy pound weight advantage. Also, Sophie couldn't use her legs, keeping her thighs clamped around my cock with delicious results. I was hard and oozing precum, creating enough lubrication that I was actually thrusting in between her legs as we moved. Stopping, I used my strength to pin Sophie to the bed, her wrists held in my left hand above the bed. Sophie struggled for a moment, then relaxed, surrendering to me. Her thighs unclenched, and her knees splayed open, letting me in between. "You are mine," I growled, kissing her fiercely. "Forever."

"Forever," she said, pulling her legs up. I could feel the hot, wet entrance to her *, as she angled her hips to give herself fully to me.

I let go of her hands to pull her on top of me, reversing our positions.

Turning around, she pushed my legs together, my cock pointing straight up. Facing away from me, Sophie put her hands on my knees and slid back, my cock pushing inside her with both of us groaning with the wonderful sensation. Riding me in this cowgirl position, Sophie slid back and forth, her inner muscles squeezing me even more wonderfully than her thighs had.

One of the many reasons that Sophie was perfect for me was the way I was able to fit inside her. One of the first times we made love, she had remarked at how large I was as she had wrapped her breasts around my cock and gave me a boob job. She didn't know, but she was closer to the truth than she had ever known. Most women were timid of my size, or were drunken size queens who just wanted me to pound them mercilessly.

Sophie was neither. Her beautiful body accepted me as it was, and wrapped itself lovingly around me, regardless of what we did. And yes, we had done almost everything. This time, she rode me slowly, letting her body build up slowly from the orgasm she had been through already.

For long, wonderful minutes, I felt the slow penetration and withdrawal. I watched, fascinated as her hips flexed and pushed. It gave me a mental cue to the wonderful waves of pleasure that would wash through me, and building my anticipation. Sophie's hips moved faster, her own body's urges taking over.

"Mark...." she sighed, starting to lift her hips as well as ride back and forth. My cock slid in and out in longer, mind numbing strokes, both of us giving ourselves to the feeling. Sophie took her hands off my knees and sat up, using her thighs to push herself up and down, taking me inside her in longer movements than ever.

I put my hands on her hips, helping Sophie as she pulled her knees underneath her as she leaned back, letting me thrust with my hips as well. Holding her up with my arms, we rode each other, my thrusts meeting her knees. Sweat beaded my forehead and I couldn't hold out much longer, but I didn't need to. I felt Sophie flutter around me, and I knew she was oh-so-close to another orgasm.

"Forever," I said again into her ear, the emotional stimulation combining with the physical feelings tearing through our bodies. With a final thrust I felt Sophie start to come, and I gave in, giving one more thrust of my own before my own climax tore through me, and I gave myself to my wife, my soul mate.





Chapter 51


Sophie





A hundred years ago, the city's central train terminal had been a marvel of early twentieth century architecture. With high vaulted ceilings, sweeping arches, lots and lots of marble, and a style that seemed to be a blend of Neo-Gothic and Art Deco, for a long time it had been almost as much a tourist attraction as it had been travel hub. Millions of people every day swarmed the platforms, and quite a few classic movies had been filmed in the main hall.

After World War II however, with the rise of air travel and the increased use of cars, the now thirty year old station lost some of its luster. It wasn't noticeable at first, and in fact for nearly twenty years afterward the station serviced more passengers than ever, mainly due to the ever increasing population of the city. But more and more people were using cars or planes to get to the city.

By the seventies, the decline was obvious, and an overly stressed city budget just didn't want to invest the amount of money necessary on upkeep of the now 'classic' building. Murals on the walls weren't cleaned with the same care, and the marble stairs started to gather a certain hollowed out look from the millions of feet that tread upon them every day.

Around the turn of the century, there was an attempt at renovating the station, so some of the biggest eyesores were fixed, but some of the magic had been lost, forever. It was this station that Mark and I stepped into, our bags slung over our shoulders and my still unfamiliar feeling wedding band pressing into my left ring finger from where he and I were holding hands. "You know, that's the first time I've ever ridden the train cross-country," I said as we walked through the main hall. "It was a lot of fun."

Mark grinned. "Considering that we used the ka-tan-ka-tun of the wheels to such good effect, I agree."

I blushed lightly and slapped his chest, earning a wistful look from a housewife who could obviously see how much we were in love. Mark was right, however. We had used the rhythm of the wheels and the bed in the sleeper car to very good effect.

"Actually, I was thinking of your little karaoke session in the dining car last night."