Until You Return To Me

As he held his hard, thick rod in his right hand, Mark let it move across my slippery folds, making me shiver and shake, sliding it down between my slit, teasing my swollen clit. I couldn't take it much more and shoved against him. I heard his chuckle at my impatience as he let it toy with my raging, torrid cave. Chill bumps ran up and down my spine as he slipped the head of it inside my love canal...slowly. "Mark! Oh Mark! Fuck me, please!" I cried out. Quickly he slid his long, thick shaft deep inside of me, satisfying my wanting...my craving... at long last. He grabbed a firm hold of my hips and began a steady rhythm of thrusting deep inside of my velvet-lined twat. My dripping wet pussy met his hard thrusts with hungry lunges of its own. I could hear the slap of his balls against me as he plummeted deep within my sex, driving me over the brink of madness 'til I gasped and screamed out his name..."Mark!" My body shook and droplets of sweat lying upon my skin made its surface glisten. I could feel his hands playing with the moisture on my back, his thumbpad trailing up and down my spine. I trembled and whimpered as the spasms of my orgasm slackened.

Mark leaned forward and covered my back with the upper part of his torso, leaving the length of his still hard rod deep within me. I could feel his penis pulse against the sensitive lining of my pussy. His arms wrapped around my chest and his fingers teased my hard, puckered nipples. He let his thumbs roll across my erect nubs. My spine curved upwards and I squirmed as I began to hunger for him again. I just couldn't seem to get enough of that man.

I could feel the crisp, black hair on Mark's chest tickle my back as he moved further up, nudged my curly brown hair off my neck and to the side with his left hand. His lips touched the nape of my neck and he blew softly and warmly on the skin there. I felt powerless as my nerves came alive with each of his caresses. I knew, however, that I wasn't powerless. All I had to do was say the "safe" word already agreed upon earlier in an email between us and he'd stop instantly. Our word was..."No". I loved the heightened sense of feeling I was getting with him and found myself very secure. I trusted Mark explicitly.

As he nibbled on the shell of my ear, he whispered softly to me..."I want to take you to an even higher level of awareness, Sarah. Do you trust me in this? If at any time you don't feel safe, tell me. Okay?" I nodded. I knew he'd never hurt me.

Mark let his hands roam over my back, massaging all the muscles there, removing any tension that was left in my body. I felt so relaxed. His right hand slipped under my belly, reaching down to my pussy, dividing the delicate tissue there with his forefinger and encircling my now-engorged rosebud. I gasped as he flicked it with his nail, my skin being so sensitive to his touch. Slowly he began stroking the inside of my wet snatch with his hard cock...moving it in and out until he heard me groan. I was so hot and wet. Juice was flowing down my thighs, soaking us both. I could hear him breathing hard as he rubbed his palms over my firm ass cheeks, kneading the muscles. I felt him pull himself out abruptly and I experienced the sensation of being barren. I had just before been so filled with life...with him. I shuddered. Mark then palmed my shaved pussy once more and, gathering up some of my juice in his hand, he applied liberally it to his rod, lubricating it well. "Remember it's me, Sarah.", he said gently. I listened intently.

I could feel the soft skin of the head of his penis touch my ass hole and my body stiffened in response. He stopped the movement and smoothed my back with one of his big hands, leaning over and kissing the base of my spine to reassure me again. I became less tense so he proceeded to enter me very slowly. As I took in a deep breath, he became one with me, inch by inch, until I had him completely. Then he ceased all motion. He bent over and wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe, warm, and secure. Gradually, he started pumping his cock in my ass, slowly but deliberately from the position he was still in, leaning over my back. I was getting so damn hot and began pushing back against his thrusts. I never thought I would like this but with him, it excited me. My hands clinched and moans poured forth from my mouth. I shifted my thighs further apart and I called out to him..."Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me long and hard!" And he did just that.

Lifting himself up, he held onto my hips as he penetrated me over and over. My body tensed up and I knew I was ready to explode. I whimpered..."Oh Mark...I'm cumming again. Please cum with me this time...please!" I could hear Mark groan as his balls filled up and he gave a shout, shooting his hot cum deep inside me. Load after load of his hot sperm poured into my asshole. My small frame rocked violently as wave after wave of spasms hit it from my orgasm. I was completely spent. Mark hugged my back again afterwards; the sweat of both of us mingled together. I slowly collapsed to my stomach, his weight still upon me. I heard this small giggle emit from him, affording me the knowledge of his satisfaction. Finally he got up and removed his limp cock from inside of my soaked hole. After helping me up from my position, he lay down beside me on the couch, removed the silk from my wrists and my eyes and kissed me long and deep. My arms slipped around his chest and I snuggled in close, breathing in his manly scent that was tinted with musk from having made love to me.

I felt so content beside this man. I raised my right knee and let my calf move up and down his. The arch of my small foot played with his big ones. As I sighed softly, Mark lifted his left hand to caress my breasts and nuzzled under my chin. Looking down at him, I suggested a hot shower for us both and he agreed. Gathering me in his arms for a lingered kiss, he then helped me get up and joined me beside the couch, picking up our clothes from the floor. I couldn't help but giggle at the mess we had made earlier, having thrown our clothes here and there. He gave me a quick swat on my butt for my sauciness, and I swiftly darted for the bathroom.

Sticking my head into the linen closet, I pulled out a couple of the huge, rose colored, fluffy sheet towels, and laid them on the bath counter, one for each us. I pushed the glass shower door aside and turned on first the hot water faucet and then the cold one, adjusting the water 'til the bathroom became hot and steamy. Looking over my shelves in there, I reached for the peach shampoo I always used and the matching shower gel. I placed them inside the glass doors to be handy. Seeing all was as I needed, I stuck my head around the corner of the bathroom door and called out to Mark, asking him if he'd like to join me.

I couldn't help but give Mark another admiring glance or two as he walked into the bathroom buck-naked. I had not seen much of him when he'd made passionate love to me earlier, having been blindfolded. He had one of the best asses I'd ever seen on a man, and my hand snaked out to pinch it lightly as he stepped by. He turned and chuckled, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. "Wanting to play some more, little angel?" he asked with a big lazy grin and a wicked twinkle in his eyes. I squirmed out of his arms and begged off for the moment, wanting that hot shower that awaited us. He stepped inside and lifted me up, putting me next to him. I stepped under the steamy water and let it stream down my slim body, relaxing under the spell of it as it ran over each of my curves. As I shook my long wet hair off my shoulders, Mark grabbed the gel and squeezed some in his hand, rubbing it over my body, massaging it into my skin with those nimble fingers of his. What a luxury it was having him around. I thought how I could easily get used to that.

Lifting my hair up and letting the water rinse the suds off my skin; I got to thinking I'd love to give him a taste of pleasure as well. I had not been in a position to reciprocate while tied up earlier. I held out my hand for the gel and Mark placed the container in my palm. He reached for the shampoo and lathered both of our heads. He rinsed them clear of suds as I applied the gel to his chest, shoulders and arms. My hands smoothed over the planes of his skin as my fingertips sought the hollows and the secrets therein. Turning him around, I bathed his back and let my hands drift to his buttocks, my palms molding to the curved muscles there. Kneeling, I slowly sudsed the arches of his feet, working up to his calves and then to his thighs. Mark glanced downward as I moved back around and down in front of him, placing my hands between the joining of his legs, shifting his thighs apart. His left hand rested lightly on the top of my head, his fingers drifting through the long strands of my hair as my left hand surrounded his already hard shaft with a firm grip. My lips enveloped the engorged, silken head as my tongue greedily flicked inside the foreskin of his uncircumcised rod. Sitting back on my heels, I admired what I had in front of me...looked to be around nine inches long and about five and a half inches around. To say he was gifted would have been an understatement. My hands stroked his magnificent manhood, trying to milk his cum to where I could lick it up with my tongue.

I'd always loved giving head to a guy. The pleasure of watching the emotions play across a man's face brought me enormous sexual gratification. I allowed my hands to caress Mark's tight ass...my nails raking across it, leaving light grooves across his skin. I heard him moan, so I looked up. His eyes had closed and his head had leaned backward. He was enjoying himself immensely...as I had previously. I could see the pulse in his temple throb rapidly as his heart did so in his chest. His skin had a light sheen upon it where the water from the steaming shower left moisture there.

Moving my palm under him, I placed my fingers on his weighty balls. They were so swollen and heavy. My tongue flicked out to taste them. I could smell the musk of his sex, arousing me further. Lifting them up, my lips surrounded them, the heat of my mouth making his balls even hotter. After letting them slip out, I began my search for his hard cock.

My lips greedily took in his head and I lapped up each droplet of pre-cum, making slurping noises as I sucked him deep within the well of my mouth. I felt Mark shiver as his soft head sought the back of my throat. He wound his long fingers within my wet tresses and put pressure on the back of my scalp with his hands so that I would consume more of his wanting tool. I began humming aimlessly as I sucked him, letting the muscles of my mouth whisper vibrations along his shaft. I could hear him start to moan as my lips roamed once more to the head, keeping it on the surface of my tongue, stroking his penis with a strong, firm grip. Hearing his labored breathing, I glanced up and murmured to him, "Mark, baby, come down my throat. I want all of you now. Give it to me, sweetheart!" He groaned and started fucking my mouth as fast as he could. With a sudden outcry from Mark, hot cum began to spew down the back of my orifice...wave after wave. I had to hold tight to him, because he was shaking so hard. As he poured the last of his sperm down my throat, some of it dribbled onto my chin. I picked it up with a fingertip and placed it back into my hungry mouth. I didn't want to lose a drop of that honey. I heard him let out a small giggle again. He seemed to do that when sexually content. I couldn't help but smile.

As I stood back up, Mark reached out for me and wound his arms around my body, holding me close to his chest. Rubbing his hands up and down my back, he laid his left cheek upon the top of my soaked head, whispering softly, "Thank you for that gift, Sarah. You're the best." I snuggled even closer to him, wrapping my arms around him, letting my fingers play up and down his spine.

The hot water was starting to run out so we quickly finished our shower and got out, wrapping ourselves with the warm fluffy towels I'd laid out earlier. We both headed for my bedroom, looking for some fresh clothes to put on. It would be cool that evening so I dressed in light layers. I could always pull one layer off if I got too warm later on. Mark dressed in like manner.

My English guest had traveled to the States on many occasions but had never been to Georgia so I inquired if he'd care to visit Underground Atlanta that night, a local tourist attraction in the middle of Atlanta. I'd mentioned we could grab a bite of supper there as well, if he'd like. That seemed to suit him too so we walked out the carport door, stepped into the car and headed in that direction. We got there safely and I found a parking lot nearby. I settled the car in an empty space, and we aimed ourselves towards the Underground.

It was dark by the time we got there, and all the skyscrapers were lit up. The skyline of Atlanta is beautiful at night and Mark marveled at the sight. I was rather proud of it myself and said so. Linking my fingers of one hand through his, we walked side by side into the belly of Atlanta. Underground Atlanta is a city under a city, constructed a long time ago. It has now been taken over by commercial stores, selling a little bit of anything you can possibly imagine, with open restaurants in the middle of the aisles that separate the retail stores and wonderful pubs here and there for weary visitors to rest their feet and quench their thirst.

Exploring the shops to see if we could find any bargains, we wandered into a leather goods store. Mark rummaged through all the wallets on some tables there 'til he found a nice tan suede billfold he liked. All the products in the shop were handmade and at a reasonable price so he decided to purchase the item. After some thought, he figured the rate of the dollar to the English pound to see what it was in his own currency and paid the cashier, very pleased with his purchase.

As we wandered around, hunger pangs alerted us that it was time to search for a suitable place to eat. A wonderful aroma wafted under our noses from not far away. Ummm, Italian cuisine. Our eyes met and we both nodded, silently agreeing this would do just fine. At the counter we chatted with the friendly waiter as he acquainted us with his fare. I decided on spaghetti with a small salad on the side and Mark chose lasagna. I ordered iced tea but Mark chose a Coke. We gravitated towards a table near the counter where we'd ordered and sat down, Mark having first pulled the chair out for me. It wasn't long before our plates were set before us and we commenced to assuage our hunger.

Our tummies being full, we sat back in our chairs and, sipping our drinks, observed our surroundings as we chatted. At one point he laughed and I glanced his way. "Now, what is so amusing, my friend?" I asked as I arched an eyebrow. "I was just listening to you speak and noticing the marked differences from my own speech pattern," he responded. "Your southern drawl is slow and smooth. I love the way you say 'ya'll'." My cheeks took on a rosy hue as I blushed and then smiled, the dimple in my right cheek showing as I did so.

Mark was tired; I could see it in his face so I suggested we head home where he could get some much-needed sleep. He agreed and then laughed again at me as I brushed the crumbs off my chest that had dropped there when I'd munched on my chocolate chip cookie that I'd had for dessert.

On the way home Mark told me that he'd have to fly back home the next day. He'd thought he'd be able to stay longer but at the last minute the owner of the small company he worked for had notified him of a new project they had recently begun. Mark would be needed there in order to complete it. This saddened me but I knew it couldn't be helped. Perhaps he'd be back my way again sometime soon. In the meantime, I'd bask in his presence while he was still here.

After we pulled into my driveway and climbed out of the car, Mark took my keys from me and opened the carport door. He is such a gentleman. We walked into the kitchen to find Marmalade, my year old tomcat, waiting on us. He has such a strong attachment for me and always hates to see me leave the house. Mark chuckled as he looked down to see Marmy rub and purr against my ankles, letting me know how much he had missed me. "You know, I have 3 cats of my own. Mine get lonely with me being gone too. I hope they are okay. I have a neighbor looking in on them while I am here with you," he remarked. I picked my kitty up and scratched him behind the ears to let him know I loved him still as my guest flicked on the kitchen lights and then moved into the bedroom to turn down the bed. He was exhausted.

Standing in the doorway watching Mark, I inquired when his flight left the next day. Checking the ticket in his wallet, he told me 3:30 PM. I figured we should leave out of the house by 1:00 PM to give him plenty of time to have his baggage inspected before his flight so as not to be late for his plane. We could have a light lunch before we headed out. In the meantime, we both needed some rest.

I went to the kitchen, turned off the lights and returned to the bedroom. It was still warm so Mark climbed into bed with only his white cotton briefs on. I opted for a short, rose-colored silk nightgown and quickly slipped it over my head and down my torso, brushing my long brown hair afterwards 'til the strands reflected the light from the fixture on the ceiling.

As I crawled into bed, Mark wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his side. My left hand ran up and down his chest, letting my fingers play with the short, crisp hair that grew there and nestled my nose under his chin. "I'm going to miss you, darling," I muttered softly against his throat. His hands smoothed along my back, drifting downwards to cup my firm butt, fitting me next to him as if I were his second skin. "You don't even know the beginning of 'missing', little one. My days and nights at home will be spent dreaming about you," he whispered in my ear. His tongue trailed along the outer curve of my ear and down to the lobe, nipping it with his teeth. I shivered.

I inched my left thigh over his right one and allowed my knee to move gently against his groin. I could feel his heartbeat accelerate under my palm. My lips caressed the heated skin where his pulse beat in his throat and I licked the small valley there, exhaling over the spot afterwards. The air was not the only thing warm in that room. I began the slow seduction of my new lover.

Placing a finger under my chin, Mark pulled my lips up to meet his own, his soft fleshy folds joining mine. As my tongue darted inside his moist mouth and twirled around his, my fingers snaked down to the hard member that pushed against my taut stomach. Letting my hand slide inside the waistband of his briefs, gliding through his pubic hair, I found the untold treasure I sought and unearthed it. Mark growled deep in his throat as heat engulfed his whole being!

Lifting myself up, I bent over him again and started pulling the undergarment down and off his long legs. I wanted him naked as the day he was born. Dropping the briefs to the floor, I shifted back up to greet his mouth once more and kissed him passionately, as if to brand him with my tongue. My fingertips trailed through his black silky hair, my nails scraped his scalp.

Mark chortled under his breath and rolled me over onto my back. Pushing the gown above my heaving breasts, he flicked his tongue around each of my hardened buds, making me shiver from head to toe. "Lie here for a moment, Sarah. Don't move from this spot," he advised. Arriving back by my side with some fur-lined handcuffs, Mark proceeded to clamp my wrists to the bedposts behind my head. My dark brown eyes widened. He winked at me saying, "Don't worry, dear. You know you are always safe with me." Taking a deep breath, I tried moving my hands in the restraints and seeing that I was okay, I relaxed and smiled softly at him.