In Too Deep(84)

I had told him about my fantasy of anal, but my trepidation of having never experienced that. Mark had taken it all in stride, sometimes teasing me but never in ill will, instead using his almost uncanny sense of mental states to relax me to the idea. "Just go slow," I said, feeling a knot of fear unknot itself in my chest. I had never given him such explicit permission before. "And let me get some lube?"

"Another time then," Mark whispered, running his hands over my hips. He pushed in again as he did, and soon both of us were left breathless as he thrust in and out, his huge cock filling me over and over.

I hadn't expected him to last long. Most of my other lovers, after licking me to orgasm, always wanted to just get in and come as soon as they could. Mark instead kept his pace controlled, a tight reign on his pleasure as he let my body recover and build again. When I started pushing back into him, my forehead buried on the pillow and my breasts swaying with every thrust, he sped up. I could feel tears or sweat trickling down my cheeks as he drove us both higher and higher. My nipples were scraping over the light cotton of the bed sheet, adding to the pleasure I was feeling.

The sensation of him pounding me left me senseless, crying out into the pillow as I sped toward my second orgasm. Mark picked up his rhythm, his hips slapping against my wet skin until, with a harsh grunt, he drove his hips as hard as he could into me. He sent me crashing into another orgasm. I clamped down around his cock, not letting him go. I pulled hard on the bed sheets, and I could hear with what little was left of my mind the hard purring sound of them ripping, I was yanking so hard. With a final cry, I pitched forward, his cock pulling out of me, and I collapsed into the pillow.





Chapter 12


Mark




We didn't get up until ten o'clock the next morning. It was a Saturday, and Sophie didn't have a shift at the ER, which I was grateful for. With the unexpected luxury of the long morning, we both slept in, and I woke up with Sophie's leg draped over mine. It took me sixteen minutes to extract myself without waking her up, but the results were worth it, as I surprised her in bed with a quick brunch of scrambled eggs, some breakfast sausages, and some leftover potato hash I'd made for myself two nights before. "My my, wonderful midnight sex and then brunch in bed," she said, her smile angelic even after she pulled a spare t-shirt over her head. "Not too many women are as lucky as I am."

"No woman is as lucky as you are," I teased back. By this point in our relationship, we could tease each other easily without worry of the other getting offended, although Sophie did say she thought I was always quietly self-confident, which I liked. "So what would you like to do after your brunch? By the way, when do you go into the Shamrock tonight?"

"I start at six, so I'd like to leave around five, take my time getting there," Sophie replied. I watched, entranced as she daintily scooped a forkful of eggs and sausage into her mouth. It was just another of the things I found cute about her. I knew where she got it from, fighting her weight down during her undergraduate years. Taking small bites and chewing completely is an old trick in losing weight. "Also, I was wondering if you'd like to come by tonight."

"Really?" I said, surprised. "I thought you said I'd be too distracting coming around the Shamrock while you're working."

"Well, that's true," Sophie replied, blushing a bit while cutting through some sausage with her fork. "But Tabby has been insisting on meeting you, and I thought this would be a good chance for you two to meet. The Shamrock is a lively place, safe, and I can keep an eye on her. If I don't, she's more than likely going to hit on you."

"I thought you said she was your friend," I joked in return. "I mean, unless you're into that sort of thing. I'm not particularly. If I'm in a relationship, and at this point I think that's what we are, right?"

"Is that what this is? A real relationship?" Sophie asked quietly, setting her plate aside. It was one of her traits that still sometimes threw me off guard. I'd never had a girlfriend before who I couldn't keep totally enthralled with my body and my intellect. Sophie, on the hand, for all of her surface level shyness and uncertainty, had a deep reservoir of self-composure and strength that she could call upon. Maybe that was why, after a whole month, I was still seeing her. It was the longest relationship of my life so far. "Am I really important to you?"

I thought about how best to frame this answer. I could tell it was important, and I had to make sure I said things in exactly the right way. "Sophie, I've let you further into my life than I have any other woman," I began, sitting down on the bed next to her. "I think about you every day, and when you call me, it makes me smile, no matter what else is going on. My condo feels empty when you're not around, and I wake up every morning wanting to hear your soft breathing next to me. So yes, to me this is real. If it was just a fling or a booty call, I'd have ended it a long time ago. What about you?"

Before Sophie could answer, my front doorbell rang, startling me. My building had one of those systems where you had to buzz someone in, and any of the few neighbors who came around to my place would normally either call first or knock. Almost nobody used the doorbell. "Maybe a delivery?" I said, as the bell rang again. "Let me go check, hold that thought."

I made my way down the hallway, stopping only before I got to the door to pull on my leather jacket over my bare chest. On the inside of the sleeves I could feel the comforting weight of my two home defense knives tucked into the hidden sheaths sewn into the upper halves. I had tried on the inside of the arm, but the weight just didn't work. If I needed to have something on the inside of my arms, I preferred a strap on sheath.