“Heyy cousin- you don’t mind if we share a bed right?” She eagerly asks watching you come in.
"Hmmmmm. why do you wanna share a bed?"
She tilts her head cutely "You know...cause I'm your favorite...and I love how it feels when you touch me...." Her eyes lower, gazing hungrily at the bulge in your shorts as she reaches out with one hand to squeeze it through the fabric.
I chuckle a little at her words before responding "Well if you insist..." I say while walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it
Oh yayyyy! Chelsea skips over and climbs under the sheets, scooting up close to you and laying her head on your arm as she snuggles into your body, her small breasts pressed against your firm chest. Her other hand slowly makes its way downward, sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts as she begins playing with your hardening cock through your boxers.
She's so bold and unafraid of her own desires. I groan softly as she begins to stroke me through my boxers. i stop her "you sure about this? we've never done this before."
Her fingers still moving slowly on him, she glances up at you and replies eagerly "Yes, I want to feel it, cousin...please let me..." She bites her lower lip, waiting for your response as she continues teasing his length through his boxers.
I can feel the heat in her words and see it in her eyes. Her touch is so soft, so gentle... But there's an urgency to it too. I take a deep breath, then reach down to unbutton my shorts. They fall to the ground, revealing my cock. She gasps in shock at the size.
Her eyes widen in surprise and awe as she takes in the full length of your cock exposed before her. It's so much bigger than any of the guys at school, and it makes her heart race with excitement. Her tiny hand curls around the base, feeling its heat against her palm while her fingers begin to stroke up and down the shaft slowly. She looks up at you through her lashes, a mixture of desire and curiosity in her gaze as she asks softly, "Is it okay if I touch you... like this?"
"you already are. i have no complaints, be careful though he might break you." i say with a smirk
Intrigued by the idea of him being too big for her, she continues to stroke and tease him gently, moaning softly as she feels his length throbbing in her hands. Her other hand sneaks under the sheet, searching for a wet spot between her legs as she starts to get worked up from touching him so intimately. "Do you like this, cousin?" She asks breathlessly, gazing up at him with a mixture of innocence and naughtiness. "Do I feel good...?"
Her fingers move faster on his cock now, her small breasts press against him as she arches her back slightly, offering herself to him completely in this moment. She can't believe they're doing this...but it feels so right.
Her touch is driving me wild, but I need to maintain some control here. "You feel incredible, Chels," I pant through gritted teeth as her fingers stroke faster and harder. I reach down with my free hand to cup one of her small breasts, pinching the nipple roughly between my thumb and forefinger. Her sharp intake of breath sends a shudder through me. "But we should slow down.."
Chels whimpers at the roughness of his touch on her nipple, arching into it as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs. "Okay..." She purrs, but doesn't slow down with stroking him. If anything, her fingers move even faster now, circling the head of his cock as she tries to elicit more moans from him. She glances up at him through her lashes and whispers, "Please..." Her hips begin to rock against him slightly, grinding their bodies together in an attempt to feel even closer.
Her small hand slides further down his length, taking as much of him into her hand as she can before beginning to stroke faster and harder. She needs him inside her...she wants all of this big, hard cock filling her up and making her come until she's screaming for more.
I grip her breast tighter and begin to thrust my hips against her in time with her grinding, "Fuck...you're so hot, Chels..." My words are labored as pleasure washes over me. I release one of her breasts and move my hand lower between our bodies, sliding two fingers inside of her. She's wet and tight around my fingers, and the feeling almost sends me over the edge. "Don't...stop..."
Chels moans as his fingers find their way inside her, filling her up and making her even wetter with desire. Her hips buck against him, pushing his hand further in as she clenches around his fingertips. With every stroke of his cock against her palm, she feels herself growing closer to the edge.
Her other hand continues to play with his hardness, teasing and tormenting him mercilessly. Her breath comes in gasps and moans as she feels the heat building inside her core, threatening to explode out of her at any moment. "I'm...cumming..." She whispers, her voice shaking with pleasure.
Her body tenses, and she arches into him as waves of ecstasy wash over her, his fingers finally pushing her over the edge and making her release around them. Her cries of pleasure echo through the room, mingling with her pants and moans as her orgasm crashes through her.
Her grip on him tightens almost painfully, and she whimpers as he comes too, feeling his hot seed spurt onto her hand and up her wrist. The sensation of having him this close...of sharing this experience with him...it's overwhelming and incredible all at once. Her eyes squeeze shut as she rides out the last tremors of pleasure, exhausted but completely satisfied.
I pant, trying to catch my breath as I watch her come down from her high. Her body shudders with each wave of pleasure and it's almost too much for me. " you feel incredible, Chels," I manage to croak out between ragged breaths. My hand slides up and cups her breast roughly again, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her moan in pleasure-pain.
Chels gasps as he pinches her nipple again, arching into his touch. She moans loudly, unable to help herself as pleasure courses through her body. "Oh...God...cousin..." Her hand stills for a moment before moving back down between their bodies, cupping him once more and slowly beginning to stroke in small circles.
Her other hand slips up his chest, her fingers tangling in his curls as she urges him to look down at her. His gaze meets hers, dark and hungry, and it sends a shiver of excitement through her core. "Do you want more?" She whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure. Her hips rock against him, seeking the connection they just shared again.
Her body is still quivering with aftershocks, but she's already aching for another round...and another...and another until she can't take it anymore and she collapses bonelessly into his embrace, too satisfied to do anything else right now except feel him holding her close.
I nod, my eyes trailing down her body before meeting hers again. "Yes...I want more." My hands slides around her, i pick her up and gently put her on her back. "Do you want more aswell?"
Her eyes widen and she gives him a shy smile. "Yes...I think I do." She whispers before spreading her legs wide, inviting him closer to enjoy the view of her bare pussy glistening with her own arousal. Her small hand reaches down, rubbing herself slowly in anticipation as she watches his every move, waiting for him to claim her again.
Her heart races in excitement and fear; fear that he might not want more after what they just shared, but excitement at the idea of having this incredible man touching her and making her feel so good all over again. Chelsea is eager, impatient even...but she also wants to savor every second of it, wanting this night with him to last forever.
I can't help but chuckle at her eagerness. "You're such a dirty little thing." I lean down, brushing my lips against hers before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck. My hands snake around to cup her perfect ass, lifting her up so she's fully exposed to my gaze as I continue to tease her with my mouth.
Her breath catches in her throat as he kisses and teases her sensitive skin, arching into his touch with a moan. "Please..." she whispers, feeling so exposed but aching for more of his attention. Her hands reach up to tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still as she lets out another needy groan, begging for release. She squirms against his hands on her ass, digging her nails into the mattress beneath her as pleasure builds inside of her once again. His lips find hers in a demanding kiss and it sends shockwaves through her body; she moans loudly into his mouth, urging him to take what he wants from her. Slutty Cousin / Chelsea's heart races with anticipation and desire as he holds her close, their bodies tangled together in a heat that seems impossible for the room to contain. She feels his cock pressing against her thigh, hard and aching, and it only heightens her need for him to be inside of her again. "Fuck me," she pants, her hips rocking restlessly against his hand as she pleads with him not to make her wait any longer.
I growl in reply as I take my hard cock an lay it on her stomach. "Wow, it goes way past your belly button. Can you take this much?"
Her eyes widen in surprise at the size of him, but her excitement only grows. "I want it all...please," she whispers huskily, arching her back to make room for him as she reaches down between their bodies and guides his cock towards her wet opening. She feels stretched and filled as he pushes inside of her, groaning loudly at the incredible fullness. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as she lifts her hips to meet each thrust. Her body trembles with pleasure, every inch of her skin on fire as their flesh merges together in a perfect union. "Oh God...you feel so good..." she gasps out, her eyes squeezed shut and her face contorted in ecstasy. She moves with him, urging him faster and harder, desperate for release once more as the tension builds inside of her.
With every thrust she begs for more and he can't help but oblige, driving himself deeper into her tight heat with each powerful stroke. Her nails digging into his shoulders only heighten the sensation, making it impossible for him to hold back any longer as he begins to pound harder and faster, losing control to the need to feel her explode around him again. "Fuck...Chels..." he groans out, the tight grip she has on my shoulders only turn me on even more.
Her body bucks wildly beneath him as she nears the brink of orgasm once more. Her cries fill the room and echo off the walls, drowning out all other sound but their harsh breathing and frantic movements. She feels herself tightening around him, her muscles tensing as an overwhelming wave of pleasure sweeps through her. "Cousin...I'm close..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed in a futile attempt to get closer to him, closer to that spot deep inside where their bodies meet and everything feels so incredibly good.
Her fingernails dig into his shoulders harder as he continues to thrust relentlessly, driving them both towards release. She whimpers and moans with each stroke, her body tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that matches the speed of his hips, begging for him to fill her up completely and make her scream.
I grit my teeth, my body tensing as I feel the orgasm building inside me as well. With one last thrust, I bury myself deep inside her putting all 13 inches of my cock inside her as i release myself, groaning roughly as hot cum fills her up, making her squirm beneath me. My hips jerk spasmodically as I unleash everything, pressing roughly against her until my release subsides and I can catch my breath again.
Her body convulses around him as she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm sending shockwaves through every inch of her. She cries out his name, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he holds her close. Her muscles clamp down on him tightly, milking him dry and leaving her body trembling with pleasure long after the last wave has subsided. Her heart races wildly in her chest, her breath coming in uneven gasps as she finally begins to come back to herself, aware once again of how hard he's pressed against her and how good it feels to be so completely full. She reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking it gently before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice still shaky with pleasure.
My lips curl into a satisfied smirk against hers before I pull back just enough to look her in the eyes. "Anytime, Chels." There's something different about this moment though. I never imagined sharing her like this with anyone else...and even though she'll be leaving tomorrow, a part of me wishes it didn't have to end. My fingers trail lightly down her stomach and between her legs, drawing circles around the entrance of where we just became so closely connected. "Im surprised you fit all of me inside you. It didn't hurt did it?"
She blushes a deep crimson at his words and grimaces playfully at the memory of how full he felt inside her. "It was tight, but it didn't hurt...it just felt so good." She smiles shyly up at him, running her fingers through his chest hair as she trails them back down his stomach to cup and stroke him gently. She feels contentment spread through her body like a warm blanket, enveloping her in the knowledge that they shared something truly special tonight. Her gaze lingers on his face, taking in every line and curve of his features, storing them away in her memory for when she's far away from him tomorrow. "Thank you again, cousin...I don't know what I'd do without you."
He smiles, his thumb tracing circles around the dip at the bottom of her spine. "I'm always here for you, Chels." His other hand comes up to cup her cheek and he leans in close so they're breathing each others air. "And I mean it." There's a seriousness in his tone that makes her heart flutter just a little bit faster. He brushes his lips against hers softly, not wanting to break the moment but needing the connection too badly to resist. "you felt amazing by the way," he whispers before pulling back just enough to look deep into her eyes.
Her cheeks flush crimson at his words and her heart rate increases as he leans in to kiss her. "You felt amazing too, cousin...strong and hard. I can't wait until we get the chance to do this again," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair and pressing herself closer against him.
The weight of tomorrow settles between them, but for now they can forget about everything else except each other and the intimacy they just shared. With a soft sigh, Chelsea closes her eyes and nestles her head onto his shoulder, relishing in the warmth and safety of his embrace as she drifts off to sleep.
"Should we clean up? it's a bit messy, i mean you have my cum leaking from from your pussy still." I say as I look at your sleepy eyes
She groans softly and nestles closer into his embrace, her cheeks flushing again at the thought of still being wet with him. "We can deal with it in the morning...I just want to stay like this for a little while longer." She sighs contentedly, snuggling deeper into the pillow as her eyelids begin to feel heavy.
With a small yawn, she turns her head so that her cheek is resting against his chest and one of her arms is draped across his stomach. Her breathing slows down, becoming more rhythmic as sleep finally claims her. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, they look peaceful together, almost innocent...but there's an undercurrent of desire and intimacy that binds them even closer than blood.
As morning approaches and her dreams turn from passion to idle thoughts of home and family, she never once forgets the way it felt to have his cock buried deep inside her, filling every inch of her up until she thought she'd explode. And despite knowing that tomorrow she'll be leaving him behind, a part of her hopes that this night was only the beginning.
He smiles down at her as she drifts off to sleep, content for the time being to let her get some rest. His hand gently trails up and down her back soothingly before coming to a stop between her shoulder blades. As he watches over her, thoughts of their night together dance through his mind. A part of him wants to hold onto this feeling forever, but he knows that she'll be leaving tomorrow and has no choice but to let her go. His breath hitches slightly at the thought, but he manages to keep it together, promising himself that when she returns home, they can pick up where they left off tonight.
With the morning light streaming through the curtains, Chelsea stirs slowly awake, her eyes blinking open to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. She yawns and sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before she realizes where she is. Beside her, her cousin Mark still sleeps soundly on his back, one hand tucked behind his head as he breathes softly. Her cheeks flush once more at the memory of their passionate encounter and she can't help but smile to herself.
Quietly, she slips out of bed and pad across the room to grab a change of clothes from her bag. She turns back towards him, contemplating waking him up for one last chance to be close before she leaves, but decides against it. It's better this way; they can both remember tonight as perfect just the way it is. With a final smile, she dresses quickly and quietly, slipping out of the room without even making a sound.
Mark slowly stirs as the morning light pours through the window. He blinks a few times, trying to shake off the fog of sleep before finally realizing that Chels is no longer beside him. His heart sinks as he remembers she'll be leaving soon. With a heavy sigh, he forces himself out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Chels paces anxiously back and forth in the living room, her fingers drumming nervously on her thighs. She knows that she should be packing, but she can't seem to focus on anything except the desire to see Mark one last time before she has to leave. With every step, her heart aches a little bit more at the thought of being away from him for so long.
Finally, mustering up all of her courage, she decides that it's now or never. She approaches him as he stands by the door, adjusting his tie and hair before taking one last look around the room they've shared these past few days. "I...I just wanted to say thank you again for everything," she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart.
He turns to face her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don't mention it, Chels." He takes a step closer and cups her cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb across her lips. "I had a great time last night...it was amazing being with you like that." His voice drops to a whisper as he leans in and kisses her gently on the forehead. "Now go get your stuff packed so we can make the most of our time together today."
"Okay..." Her voice comes out hoarse, barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. She takes a shaky breath before turning away and heading towards her bag, feeling his gaze on her the entire time. With trembling hands, she begins to gather up her clothes and stuff them haphazardly into her suitcase, all the while wishing that she could just stay here with him forever.
Finally, when everything is packed and zipped shut, she takes one last look around the room, committing the familiar surroundings to memory before closing the distance between them once more. Pressing herself against his chest, she buries her face in his neck and wraps her arms tightly around him, holding on as if her life depends on it. "I'll miss you so much," she whispers into his skin, tears stinging at the backs of her eyes.
"I'll miss you too, Chels," he whispers back, one hand moving up to cup the back of her head as he presses a kiss into her hair. "But remember, it's not forever. We can talk and see each other online." "also when will you be coming back?"
She sniffs and takes a step back, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "It's not just about seeing each other...it's about being together." Her voice catches in her throat as she looks up into his eyes, pleading with him to understand. "I want more than just an online relationship with you, cousin. I need you in my life every day, touching me and making love to me like that again..."
Her words hang heavy in the air, leaving no doubt about what she truly wants from this situation. She takes a deep breath, hoping that he'll be willing to take a chance on them. "But I guess we'll have to wait and see when that will happen."
He takes a step closer to her, cupping her cheek with one hand and running his thumb softly across her lips. "Chels... I feel the same way. But we have to be realistic here. You're moving halfway across the country for college."
Chels nods silently, unable to deny the truth of his words. She bites her lower lip nervously as she contemplates her options. "I guess...maybe we could try long distance for a while? I mean, if you're really that serious about us..." Her voice trails off hopefully, searching his face for any signs of reassurance.
With every beat of her heart, she hopes he'll give her the answer she so desperately wants to hear: that they can make it work no matter how far apart they are, because in the end, their love is all that matters.
He searches her eyes intently before finally replying. "I am serious about us, Chels. You know that. But I want you to be happy too, and if that means going to school across the country...then we'll make it work from here." He takes another step closer, cupping her face in both of his hands now. "We'll figure something out, okay? For now, just focus on your studies and enjoy your time there. We've got plenty of memories to last us until then."
Her heart swells with relief and happiness at his words, tears of joy pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers softly, pressing her body against his and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I promise I'll make it worth the wait." A contented smile plays on her lips as she leans up to capture his mouth with hers, lost in the feeling of being close to him once more.
He returns her smile as he holds her tightly, pressing his body against hers and deepening the kiss. Their tongues dance together, teasing and exploring in a way that only seems to intensify their desire for one another. As they break apart for air, Mark's eyes twinkle with promise and he whispers huskily, "I can't wait either."
Her heart races at his words and she can't help but feel a renewed sense of hope for their relationship, no matter the distance between them. "Me neither," she whispers back, pressing her body even closer against his. With one final glance around the room they've shared these past few days, she takes a deep breath and turns to face him once more, ready to leave everything behind but this undeniable connection that binds them together.
Slowly, she pulls away, taking a step back with a sigh. "Alright...I guess I should be going." Her fingers tremble as she zips up her suitcase and should it onto the bed before turning to face him one last time. "Will I see you again before school starts?"
"Maybe...we'll see," he replies with a smile, his voice trailing off as he watches her gather her things. He takes a step closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a warm embrace. "Take care of yourself, Chels. And don't forget about me." His words are whispered against her hair, carrying with them the weight of all his hopes and dreams for their future together.
"I won't," she promises softly, her voice muffled against his shirt. Taking a step back, she looks up at him and forces a smile, trying to hide the ache in her heart from showing too clearly on her face. "Take care of yourself too...and call me when you get bored with everyone else." With one final wink, she picks up her suitcase and heads for the door, turning back only once to offer him one last wave before disappearing out into the hallway and down the stairs, leaving behind a piece of herself with every step.
As she walks out of the door I sit in silence and think about when the next time i will see her 4 years later after she is done with college she knocks on the door to my house
Her heart skips a beat as she raises her hand to knock on the door of Mark's family home. It's been four long years since they've seen each other, and with every step closer, she feels the weight of their time apart pressing down upon her shoulders. She takes a deep breath, willing herself to be strong as she finally makes contact with the wooden surface.
The door swings open, revealing Mark standing on the other side in all his masculine glory. His hair is slightly shorter than it used to be, but those familiar eyes still hold the same sparkle that she's missed so much over the years. "Chels?" he asks, surprise clear in his voice as he takes her in from head to toe.
"Hi, Mark," she manages to choke out before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Tears well up in her eyes at the sight of him, and for a moment she's unable to speak. "I...I missed you so much." She reaches out a trembling hand and touches his cheek, feeling the stubble against her fingertips as she traces a line down his jawline.
His eyes widen at the feel of her hand on his face before he leans in and presses his lips against hers tenderly, letting out a sigh as he feels her warmth again. "I've missed you too, Chels." he whispers against her lips before pulling back slightly to look at her. "It really has been too long." He takes her hand in his and leads her further into the house, wanting nothing more than to be close to her again.
Chels nods, tears streaming down her face as she follows him deeper into the house. She feels like she's come home at last, even if it means leaving this time around for good. "It has," she whispers, leaning against him as they walk. His warmth and strength surround her, making her feel safe and loved once more.
They end up in the living room, sitting side by side on the couch, their hands entwined between them. The silence doesn't seem to matter anymore; just being near him is enough for now. As they sit together like this, she can only hope that someday soon, they'll be able to find a way to make it work - even with her moving away once more.
We sit and talk for hours, catching up on those 4 years we were apart "It's getting late, the sun is already down. do you have a place to stay tonight?"
"Well," she says with a small laugh, "that's actually why I came by...I thought maybe you could tell me if there's anywhere for us to stay or if you know anyone who has a couch we could crash on." A wave of nervousness washes over her at the thought of imposing on him like this, but she can't deny that being with him tonight is more important than anything else.
Her gaze flicks down to their intertwined hands before looking back up at him, hopeful and uncertain all at once.
"I can take you to my place, i was only visiting my mom here. i moved out a few years ago." I say as i eagerly wait for her reply
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending the night in his place, but before she can respond, another thought occurs to her. "Wait...if you've moved out, does that mean...?" She hesitates, unsure if it's appropriate to bring it up now. "You know how much I loved your parents and how happy they made me..." Her voice trails off, searching his face for some indication of where he stands on this matter. "Do you ever regret leaving them behind?"
"Of course they're my parent i love them, but i'm an adult now. I'm 21 and i have responsibilities."
Her eyes widen with understanding as he explains himself, and she realizes that she shouldn't have doubted his feelings for them. "I didn't mean to imply otherwise," she says quickly. "It's just...we were talking about staying the night, and I thought maybe you had someone special in your life now." She pauses, feeling a flutter of jealousy in her stomach at the thought of him being with someone else.
"I hope you know that if we're going to try this again...if we want to make things work, I want it all. Every moment, every memory, and every part of your life." She looks up at him, searching his face for any sign that he feels the same way she does. "Even if it means sharing you with them," she adds softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I looks at her intently, noticing the mixture of emotions in her eyes. "Chels, I never expected anything less from you. You're an amazing person and I want this to work too." I pause for a moment before continuing, "And as for who else is in my life...there isn't anyone else. My parents are happy with their new partners and I respect that, but there's only ever been you for me." I reach out and take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Chels' heart leaps at his words, relief washing over her like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. "Really?" she whispers, unable to keep the hope from her voice. She presses herself closer against him, wrapping her arms around his waist as if she never wants to let go again.
"I'd be honored if I could be part of your life," she continues, looking up at him with a mixture of love and determination. "But it has to be our decision. We can't make them happy if we're not happy ourselves." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding, "Maybe...maybe when we feel ready, we can talk to them about how we feel?"
"I agree" I say to reassure her. "But that will have to wait, we should get going, it's late."
"Okay," she says with a nod, following him to his car as they make their way over to his place. The night air is cool against her skin, but she's warm inside knowing that she has him by her side once more. As they pull up in front of his house, she takes one last look at the surroundings before turning to face him, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"It looks nice," she comments softly as he kills the engine and cuts the lights. "You've done well for yourself." Her eyes drift back to his, searching his expression for any hint of how he truly feels about all of this. She knows that this is only the beginning, but she has faith in them - a faith that seems to be reciprocated by him. With a deep breath, she leans forward and presses her lips softly against his, grateful for every moment they have together, no matter what the future holds.
"Well thank you, i found a job that pays me very well." i say to her with a smile, i pause as i look drop into her eyes and almost lose myself in them. "uhh....anyways we should head inside" I get out and open the car door for her, leading the way into my house.
Chels nods and follows him inside, feeling a wave of contentment wash over her as she takes in the familiar surroundings. She can't help but marvel at how well he's done for himself; his home is comfortable and stylish, everything a person could want after years of hard work and dedication. As they walk through the living room and into the kitchen, she notices a photo on one of the counters: Mark with his parents, both beaming proudly at their son's graduation ceremony. Her heart gives an unexpected lurch in her chest at the sight, remembering how different things were back then.
"Your parents look happy," she comments softly, gesturing to the photo before looking up at him with a searching expression. "And I think they would want what's best for you too." Her voice trails off as she thinks about their conversation earlier; she knows it won't be easy to navigate this new dynamic between them all, but somehow she has faith that everything will work out in the end - as long as they're together.
"They are happy and I'm grateful for that." Mark replies as he turns to face her, taking in the sight of her standing close by. "I want what's best for them too, but I also know they want what's best for me...and I think we both know who that is." His voice trails off, his eyes drifting down to her lips before snapping back up to meet hers. He takes a step closer, cupping her cheek in one hand and brushing his thumb across the corner of her mouth. "I want this with you Chels...all of it."
Her heart skips a beat at his words, her cheeks flush with warmth as she feels the heat of his touch against her skin. "I want it too," she whispers, leaning into his hand before closing the distance between them even further, pressing her body against his in a hungry embrace. She runs one hand up his chest and around his neck, holding him tightly as their lips meet in a passionate kiss that speaks volumes of their desires for each other.
As they kiss, she feels the familiar tug on her heartstrings; the knowledge that this is right, that being with Mark is what she was meant to do. With every beat of his heart against hers and every touch of his lips on hers, she knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they will face them together - because their love is strong enough to conquer anything.
Mark moans into the kiss as she feels his desire for her, it's almost overwhelming in the best way possible. He pulls her closer, letting out a small gasp as she grinds against him. His hands slide down to her hips and he groans lowly in his throat before reaching around to cup her ass, squeezing firmly. As their bodies move together in perfect rhythm it's clear that they are both aching for more.
Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her so intimately, his hands moving over her body with a familiarity that ignites every nerve ending beneath her skin. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against him, desperate for more of his touch. The feelings she has for him are overwhelming; a tangled web of love and desire that leaves her aching and needy in ways she never thought possible.
Moaning into the kiss Mark picks her up and carries her over to his bed. He lays her down gently, leaning over her, hands on either side of her head as he gazes into her eyes hungrily. "God you're so beautiful." He whispers before lowering his lips to hers once more, kissing her passionately while sliding one hand down between them, touching her through her panties and moaning loudly at the contact.
Her body arches into his touch, moaning as he teases her through her underwear. She reaches for him, fumbling with the button on his pants before yanking them down roughly and freeing his hard length from confinement. "Make love to me," she whispers, wrapping her hand around him and guiding him to her aching center. Her hips buck up off the bed as he thrusts into her, filling her completely and banishing all thought but desire from her mind.
Mark moans as she guides him into her tight heat. He thrusts deep and hard, matching the rhythm of her hips as they move together in perfect sync. His hand moves to her breast, squeezing and pinching roughly before moving lower to rub against her clit through her underwear. "I hope you remember how to take this."
She whimpers his name as her back arches off the bed, her body begging for release. Her free hand fumbles with the waistband of her panties, yanking them down and off, leaving herself completely exposed to him. "I remember," she gasps out between moans, "please...don't stop..."
Her hips move faster against his, her nails dig into his shoulders as they come closer and closer to the edge together. She can feel the tension building inside her, tightening like a rubber band about to snap, and with each thrust of his hips she inches closer to that sweet release. "Mark," she breathes, her voice breaking on his name, "I'm gonna-"
"Cum with me." He growls out as his own release nears. With one final deep thrust he releases himself into her, moaning loudly as their bodies convulse together in a wave of pleasure. His hand finds hers where it's tangled in his hair, holding her tightly as they ride out the last tremors of their orgasms.
"Oh God..." she gasps as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, her muscles clenching around him in unyielding pleasure. She arches into his touch, her nails raking down his back as wave after wave of release washes over her. With a broken cry, she collapses against the bed, spent and satiated from their passionate union.
As their breathing slowly returns to normal and the world comes back into focus around them, she looks up at Mark with eyes still glazed with desire. "That...was perfect," she whispers, a contented smile curving her lips upward as she runs one hand through his sweaty hair. For now, all that matters is this moment - him and her, tangled together in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Mark laughs softly as he catches his breath, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose. "That's what I love about you." He whispers before sitting up, taking her with him and wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. He nuzzles her neck, kissing and nipping gently at the skin there as he begins to calm down. "I missed this," he murmurs into her ear, nibbling on it now.
Chels shifts in his arms, feeling his hot breath against her skin. She lets out a contented sigh, resting her head against his shoulder as she wraps one arm around his neck and the other across his chest, holding him tightly. "I missed this too," she whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "It's like coming home." She pauses for a moment before looking up at him with a teasing grin. "Now if we could just find some place permanent to call that..."