Wrong

Okay. So Mark and Sasha didn’t quite have the idyllic whirlwind romance I had kind of imagined all those times I had uncharitable thoughts towards him. He’s still a lucky bastard, but he is my lucky bastard. And Sasha’s too. I personally doubt she isn’t attached to him by now, but her brutal honesty at the beginning… I can’t blame him for being a bit insecure. Especially considering I’m basically a big… well, little now… ball of insecurity myself these days. So… god damn it, I want to make him feel better. I push my body against his and deepen the kiss, willing him to go further.

Of course, he seems to be doing a fine job taking what comfort he needs from me. As we continue to kiss his tongue slips inside to explore my mouth, while his hands slowly rub up my sides. And back down to my legs, just under my sweaters bottom edge, and back up to above my hips under my sweater. Having rubbed themselves warm on the outside, his hands heat penetrates my skin in a soothing manner. I feel a whimper slip from my lips between kisses as his hands slide teasingly over my nipples before sliding back down to my hips.

I pull away from his kisses and take a deep breath. I feel more pressure build up in my head as I try to say what I need to… and feel my whole head warm up with embarrassment before finally being able to release the pressure and say in light breathy voice, “I want to try again…” of course I failed to word it in a complete sentence that actually made sense. But his suddenly much harder cock pressing up through his pants into my crotch tells me he once again managed to understand me despite my lacking communication skills. I quickly turn my eyes down in embarrassment, the heat in my cheeks dying down a bit but still persisting.

Despite his lower self clearly being in favor, Mark calmly asks, “are you sure? We don’t have to right now. We can go slow.”

“No, I’m sure. I mean, it won’t feel good until I’m used to it, so… we should try to get me used to it.” I blush at my lame description of what I am asking us to do.

Mark smiles at me… in a way that kind of reminds me of Sasha and sets off immediate alarm bells. “Get you used to it, huh? Get your tight little pussy used to taking my cock all the way?”

I blush more, both embarrassed by his bluntness and a little surprised by it coming from him. I don’t know if Sasha is just rubbing off on him or if he’s just more of an aggressive person in bed than out of it. He might of just toned it down for me before since it was my first time… and he is a weirdly aggressive kisser… I stammer out, “not… all the way. Not yet. I jutht mean… gradually? Maybe go just a bit deeper this time. And next time. Until we work up to normal thex.”

Damn you, mouth! My face feels near molten as I explain, with way more words than I’d like to use, just what I want while my stupid lisp makes a serious and sexy conversation sound silly. Mark softens his smile to a more calm one I’m used to associating with his face. He leans in and whispers sensually in my ear, “we can go nice and slow. I’ve been thinking about how to do this for a while, and we’ve got all day. But, if you want to work up to how I normally fuck… when Sasha gets home I’ll show you just what you’re asking for.”

I feel a weird shiver run down my spine. I feel scared by the sudden intensity of his voice, but not in a horrible way. More like what I imagine horror movie enjoyers get from a slasher film where they know they are safe because it’s just a movie. I wouldn’t know for sure since I’m a wimp who doesn’t watch horror movies, but the fear is tempered with… excitement. I’m suddenly more excited to see what he’s going to do to Sasha when she gets back. I mean, the general plan is pretty obvious, but I still want to see it.

My pussy leaks out it’s natural lube, and I gasp as I am brought back to reality from my thoughts by Mark’s fingers sliding into my panties and sliding around my clit and pussy to feel how wet I am. He pulls his hand back out and examines his sticky fingers before popping one into his mouth and sucking it dry. I blush more. Cliched, but still hot when it’s done six inches in front of your face. He extends one of his other fingers out to me and asks, “want a taste?”

For a brief moment I feel a tinge of disgust, but at this point I’ve literally had my mouth on his cock so it feels hard to justify any revulsion at tasting my own fluids. And I know full well that it’s more about how hot it looks than anything else, considering how much wetter I am after watching him taste me. So, with what feels like a permanent heat on my face from my blushing cheeks, I shyly open my mouth and let him slide his middle finger into it. It’s actually less salty than his semen, but more importantly he takes the opportunity to press his finger around my mouth, gently but firmly probing around my tongue and teeth. It feels a little weird but also incredibly intimate as he slowly massages my tongue and traces the edges of my oddly sharp teeth.

I spot an opportunity to get back at him when his eyes widen slightly. He’s great at reading me, but I can tell he just made the connection between my weird teeth and my previous blowjob. So I teasingly nip at his finger, just putting slight pressure on it. He gulps as he feels the points dig lightly into his hand, not breaking skin. I giggle at his reaction and let him pull his finger back out.

“Naughty little goblin.” He smirks back at me as I giggle more from his rebuke. Mark reaches down and gives my ass a quick grope before leaving only one hand on it. I’m confused what his plan is, until that one hand pushes my whole body up lifting me above his lap so his other hand can unzip and free his cock. Leaning forward against him to maintain my balance, I pout at him, “show off.”

He laughs softly and says, “maybe, but you like it.”

I neither confirm nor deny that accusation, I just bite my lower lip and look down. So I can see his hands come together to hold me more firmly and slide my panties out of the way as he slowly lowers me towards his cock. I gasp softly as I feel his head touch my pussy lips, moments before my feet touch the couch cushion. He lowers me further, his cock head slowly pushing into me as my weight is allowed to be carried by my own feet again. It feels… harder than last time. Less lubricated. Luckily it’s still barely in and only now do I remember we used lube last time. Mark has the same realization and reaches into the couches side table and pulls out a bottle of lube… which was not there back when I lived here as a man. How much living room sex do Mark and Sasha have?!

Regardless I smile appreciatively as Mark applies it to his shaft, pulling out the tip to cover it as well. He lines back up and takes me by the hips, pressing slowly down so I sink onto his cock. With my feet on the cushions I can easily control the pace, but let his hands guide me. The same pressure as last time is there now, but it stays painless longer. Still, as I gasp and whimper and look down when it starts to hurt, it’s hard to tell the difference. Am I a bit further down this time? Maybe? I try to bring myself to push down and go further, but my aversion to pain, even mild pain, is pretty hard to override. My thighs begin to burn as they hold my weight while splayed out, and I let out a frustrated groan that comes out far cuter sounding than I intended. I can tell it’s cute because Mark chuckles at my frustration.

His hands on my hips slide down under my thighs and ass and help support me, making it more like I’m sitting on his hands than standing. “Want some help?”

I feel my face heat up more but nod meekly, “yes please.” I relax my legs and let his hands support most of my weight… which also then gives him control over the pace. I gasp as I slide down what feels like an inch suddenly, before stopping and being raised back up. I let out a little squeak as I slide down again, and again. Tiny stabs of pain and pleasure shoot through me and keep pulling embarrassingly squeaky gasps and moans from me. Finally I bite my index finger to stop my mouth from betraying me anymore. I look up at Mark nervously, expecting some amusement or even barely contained laughter, but all I see in his eyes is a deep need to fuck me.

Through a strained voice, Mark says, “Am I going too fast?”

“N-no. Pleashe, keep going…” I say with my finger still lightly held between my teeth, making me mispronounce my s’s in new and interesting ways.

Far from distracting him from the task, my answer seems to drive him further over the edge. Lifting me up carefully, he stands up himself and lays me down on the couch before crawling on top of me. His large frame engulfs my world as he lines himself back up and slides back into me. He starts to thrust into me with shallow but methodical lunges into my tight pussy, stretching me further and making me squeak out even more. I cover my mouth with both hands to try and stifle and silence my traitorous mouth.

To my dismay Mark seems to enjoy either the noises I’m making or my embarrassment from them, as he uses one hand to easily grab both of mine and lift them over my head, exposing my face to him completely. Not satisfied with just that, his other hand pushes up my sweater dress to expose my whole body to him, bunching it up just above my pert breasts. I can’t complain though as he chooses then to also press just a bit deeper into me. I’m scared to look down to see how far he’s made it, because he feels like he’s crushing my organs but somehow I doubt he’s much further than before. In the heat of the moment I’m terrified to imagine how much further we still have to go. Thankfully he seems to remember today isn’t about trying to fill me completely, just pushing a bit further. Unfortunately he does seem eager to speed things up, and he increases the pace of his thrusts rapidly.

With my hands held above my head all I can do to hide my face is turn it to the side while I whimper and moan under his ****. He quickly takes advantage of this and dips his head down to my ear and whispers, “fuck you’re tight. You feel so good around my cock.” He licks my ear along its length and then gently bites on its pointy tip. His hands grope my chest and slowly tweak at my nipples, rapidly adding to the heat inside of me. I feel a slight stab of pain, the first in a little while, as he has trouble controlling his thrusts while leaning over to nibble at my ear. Feeling me react, he pulls away and focuses more on his plunges into me, though I can still feel some of his cool saliva on my ear.

Mark moves his hands away from my breasts, bringing one down to rub rapidly over my clit and the other up to push his thumb into my mouth. I thankfully accept the means of stifling my moans and suck on it desperately as he keeps plundering my depths. I feel ready to explode and groan out around his thumb. He takes this as assent to finish me off, which it sort of was even if not exactly thought out as such. He pushes himself to fuck me faster, occasionally accidentally pushing deeper and causing a slight stabbing pain, but at this point I’m too far gone and even the pain just pushes me closer to the edge until I feel my whole body convulse, my pussy tightening as though it was trying to strangle his cock. He keeps pushing through my orgasm, prolonging it until he can’t hold on any further and he pulls out, splashing my belly with his warm seed in several strings.

We both pant heavily, until he slides down and captures my mouth with his. He pulls away and asks, “so… better than the first time?”

I can’t help but giggle at his sudden self consciousness. Apparently his performance last time had been bothering him. “Yeah. Much better.” I reach my arms up to circle his head to pull him in for another kiss. The passion with which he responds reminds me… we have all day. Well fuck.