A Real Love Ch. 03

His grizzled bear prickling her skin, neck and cheeks as they kissed.

People below in the street could not see the beautiful woman pressed up against the window of the hotel room above them.

"I love you Mark."

Mark was breathing hard, as he pulled aside her panties and pushed his cock to her womanhood sliding in.

She was tight, Nyomi hadn't slept with a man since Carl and even Mark was much thicker in girth than he had been, opening her up in ways she had never felt before.

"Mark, you're so big and thick. Deeper, please!"

The screech made the room echo, but she no longer cared if Carl himself walked in on them both.

Mark was who she wanted to be with, and she would do everything in her power to keep him.

He held her up by her ass, and slammed into her pressing her brown buttocks to the glass and parted them as he fucked her, her legs wide apart bouncing to every thrust he gave her.

She began to slip down the glass, sliding down it but Mark lifted her back up supporting her with his strong arms.

He always did this for me, supported me at the edge of abysses. Picking me up when I needed him to. Now I will pick him up, and support him in return. Nyomi thought.

His thickness inside her opened her up, juices flowed like a water fountain around him as he slid in and out of her.

They moved to the bed, Mark laying her on her back and mounting her once more ramming his rod in and out of her.

He eyes were heavy, as she licked and bit her own lip as her orgasm built inside her.

"Mark it's too much, I am going to explode!"

Mark leaned in and kissed Nyomi's lips, holding her close to him as their bodies touched and the moistness of their skin touched.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she came exploding around his rod buried inside her. Her juices flowed around them both, down her legs and his onto the bed as he continued to pound into her.

She convulsed, shaking in his arms kissing him with closed eyes.

Her eyes were heavy, laden with tears smiling up at her lover as he held her.

She noticed his thick-set arms, holding her hips, his tree-trunk sized muscular thighs spreading her legs open for him, and his double-barrelled chest hovering above her.

He was stunning, beautiful, just looking into his hazel eyes made Nyomi wet again.

She gently touched his cheek, as he slammed his cock inside her and she kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"Cum for me Mark. Cum inside me, make me yours."

Mark smiled.

"I feel like my balls, my entire body is on fire. I've never felt this way, I dreamt of this for so long."

Nyomi kissed him again.

"I came honey, now it's your turn."

Mark was tingling, his entire body went haywire at her touch and kiss and he grunted clenching his fists, and grinding his teeth as he came exploding inside Nyomi's womb.

Mark on shaking knees, sat up and Nyomi gently touched his chest making him moan.

"I dreamt of this for an entire year, Mark."

Gently touching his thick chest hair, she traced another scar of his above his belly button.

Sliding out of her womanhood, he stroked his cock a few times to spurt his semen onto her vagina, and thighs.

Slowly he turned and collapsed at her side on the bed, and she turned to face him entwining their hands together.

"You're so beautiful."

Mark said smiling, stroking her cheek with his hand.

"You're one to talk."

Nyomi giggled.

"And you thought I'd not want you as much as you wanted me, I think we've crossed that point don't you?"

Mark grinned.

Nyomi suddenly saddened and sighed, gently touching his scars again.

"What's wrong?"

Nyomi looked up shyly at Mark.

"You'll be leaving again, to go back to London. Then it will be a long-distance relationship, and we both now have strained things can be in relationships like that."

Mark kissed her on the lips.

"I'm not going back for a few days, I want to spend this time with you. After that, we could discuss things. I have my SIA license, for security work and it works all over the UK. I can come and work in Birmingham, and we could make things work between us."

Nyomi was ecstatic, choking back tears they kissed and she agreed.

Hours passed, some were sleeping together cuddling and others were more passionate sex together.

Nyomi woke at about 8pm in the hotel room, to find Mark mounting her from behind with her on her hands and knees, taking his thick cock inside her from behind.

Her buttocks smacking and clapping from the powerful thrusts he gave, before he ejaculated inside her and they lay together once more on the bed.

Hours passed, as they cradled each other.



The Next Day, 8am, Travelodge Hotel, Birmingham City Centre



They slept for most of the night, occasionally waking to kiss and talk.

By 7am, the pair of them woke, showered and dressed making their way downstairs to have breakfast that was included in the hotel room reservation.

The eating area was not too busy, with some guests eating quietly.

Mark was wearing his hooded-jumper again, and jeans as Nyomi changed into a long flowing black dress, and purple blouse.

The pair held hands as they picked from the breakfast buffet their chosen foods, filling their plates with bacon, eggs, sausage, and toast and pouring themselves Coffee.

Sitting down together in a booth, they ate across from each other.

"So last night was amazing."

Nyomi said grinning, cutting a sausage into pieces.

"It was perfect."

Mark said grinning, drinking his Coffee.

"So what do we do now?"

Mark smiled.

"Well I'm here for a few days to see you, we could make the most of it and spend it together."

Nyomi's tummy was stirring with butterflies again.

"So what do you have in mind?"

Mark was eating a slice of toast and spoke.

"Let's go to the park first, see what we can do after that together."

Nyomi smiled.

"Sure. I think we could find some things to do in the empty parts of the park."

Mark shivered, and he felt his hard-on returning.

Nyomi's mobile phone rang, she pulled it from her coat pocket and saw the number.

It was Carl, he hadn't stopped pestering her even after the divorce was finalised.

"It's Carl."

Nyomi said uncertain looking at Mark.

His smile was gone, the mention of her ex-husband saddened him.

She knew why, that he feared enough pressure from Carl would convince her to go back to him in London.

It would never happen, but he feared it regardless.

"I know, I knew he wouldn't let you go."

Mark's face was a shroud, his eyes emotionless.

He sighed, and stood to walk over to get more Coffee from the buffet table.

"Mark wait, I am yours. I don't care about him."

But Mark was already pouring himself another Coffee, hanging his head low in pain.

She answered Carl's call angrily.

"What do you want?"

She spat down the line, impassioned to get rid of Carl for good and be with Mark forever.

"You think I would let you go after the divorce? You know you'll come running back to me, so stop fucking around and come back. Who else will love you, you're a fat whale of a woman that should count herself lucky to have me willing to wait this long for you."

Nyomi looked at Mark, his head hung low as he buttered another slice of toast at the breakfast table.

"A man who always loved me, and he warned me about you. I never listened to him, but he's here now. Mark is here, and he and I are together. That's the man who wants me, he always wanted me. Goodbye Carl."

Carl began to spout abusive curses at Nyomi until she ended the call, and put her phone away.

Mark quietly returned to their table, head hung low as he drank his Coffee not meeting Nyomi's gaze.

"He's gone now, I told Carl to leave me alone. Again."

Mark said nothing, his eyes sad and dull.

"Yeah right, give it time he'll wear you down again and you'll go back to him."

His tone pained, and awkward.

Mark couldn't meet her gaze.

She couldn't lose him, bear to see him like this.

She slid her hands over to cradle his own in hers, and forced him to look into his eyes.

"No, you don't understand. I know it's you, it was always you I needed. I will not lose you."

The phone rang again on the table, Carl's name and number appeared on the screen.

Mark saw it, and sighed standing from the table and walking towards the exit of the hotel.

"Mark!"

She called after him, as other guests watched.

Mark zipped his hooded-jumper closed, walking down the pavement of the street as Nyomi chased after him.

"Please! It's over, he tries calling me every day but I never answer him!"

There were tears in Mark's eyes, his copper-red beard shining in the morning light.

"Why didn't you get rid of his number, do anything to rid yourself of him. You kept it, I can't trust you won't run back to him!"

Mark was breathing hard, his muscular arms tense, and shaking.

"Goodbye Nyomi."

He turned and began to walk away back towards the train station.

"No! Not again! I can't lose you! Please don't leave me!"

Mark was walking ahead faster, as Nyomi felt a fresh wave of tears roll down her dark cheeks watching him leave her.

She knew if he got on that train, he would never answer another call or text from her ever again and she'd lose him.

Her suitcase was still in the hotel room, and she still had the room until 3pm.

She didn't care about it at that moment, she cared about losing Mark.

In front of spectators who had overheard her screaming after him watched as she chased him, the pair entering a busy shopping area where people passed through to go to work and such.

He attempted to walk faster ahead of her, but Nyomi felt a surge to catch up with him.

In the middle of the busy, populated street she grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him to face her.

His face was red, moist with tears and he was shaking.

"Don't!"

He shouted at her, struggling with an overload of emotions.

"Don't leave me please! I'll change my number, everything!"

Mark sighed.

"You could have done that and you didn't."

Nyomi felt a surge of pride, of control and spoke.

"If I did, you would never have been able to contact me. It was why I kept this number, in the hopes of the past year you would call me. I would have lost your number, had I changed my number, my phone. All of it, I can let it go now because you're here."

Mark pushed away tears.

"I loved you, for so fucking long and to see you still talking to him after everything he did to you. I can't do this, I knew it was too good to be true I had you."

Mark stifled and turned to walk away.

"No, not again! You walked out of my life a year ago, and I've spent that year dreaming, wishing for you to come back and you're here! No I won't let you go, not again!"

People saw how upset Nyomi was, tears streaming down her face and her body shaking as emotions flowed freely inside her body.

Mark saw everyone watching her and him, including a trio of Police officers watching assuming this was a domestic incident unfolding.

"Nyomi, I should leave. People are watching, I left you a year ago to allow you to move on and live your life. I should never have agreed to come."

Slap!

The strike was sharp, a slap across his face by Nyomi's hand.

People gasped, in shock at the slap.

She was shaking, breathing hard, even feeling as if she was sick to her guts.

"Don't ever say that again! Yesterday was the best day of my shitty life, seeing you there, back in my life. The greatest thing I ever did was agree to meet you, because I love you so much Mark. More than any other man in my life. And I don't care if the fucking Queen herself was watching us right now, I would not let you leave without showing you how much I love you."

A crimson bruise began to appear on his pale cheeks, beneath his beard.

Taking her handbag from her shoulder, she opened it with tears in her eyes and weeping silently she pulled what looked to be a frayed, old photograph.

She shoved it in his face, with a shaking hand clutching the photograph.

"I kept it, a picture you may not remember. When we were in Manchester studying, we were outside the city for the day and we went hiking. Do you remember, in the Peak District? It was the middle of November, we went against everyone's advice and climbed that big mountain with Sarah and Rachel. We almost got lost in the snow, in the wind and I almost fell from a steep ledge, and you caught me. The fall would have seriously fucking injured me, I could have died even but you grabbed me and hauled me back onto the ledge. It was not just you catching me, it was that it was cold enough to freeze without proper clothing or protection and yet you-you gave me your big coat. With just a hooded-jumper you kept me close, freezing in the snow yourself to give me your coat. I never noticed, but Rachel and Sarah did. They told me when we were alone, no man would have done that! No man they ever knew, but you did it for me. They said you had feelings for me, that you were so deeply concerned for me that it had to have been love. I didn't believe them."

Nyomi's hand was shaking, as a large crowd of people watched them. Some assuming this was a spousal argument, others thinking filming for a romantic film were under-way. But there were no cameras.

"Until that day, in Euston station. I found the photograph that they took of you and me in the mountain. The way you were holding me in it, your arms around me. The concern on your face, look at it. The way you are looking at me."

Mark didn't take the photograph but looked down at it, with fraying edges he saw the distinctive photograph of the two of them in the snow, in the mountain together.

A picture he had hoped Nyomi would never give a second thought of looking at again, and noticing it.

Because it was Nyomi's flush face, forcing a smile but clearly cold with him holding her close. But he wasn't looking at the camera.

He was looking at Nyomi, concerned for her as she shivered in his coat.

"Look at it, for me Mark."

Her hand was shaking as she held it out for him to continue to look at.

He wasn't smiling in the picture, his face, his eyes looking down at Nyomi at his side. The look of concern etched across his face and features, the damning evidence.

"You loved me, even then. The way you pulled me up from the ledge, the way you held me close for hours as you shivered in the cold. I told you to take your coat back after an hour, but you wouldn't listen. The fucking way you're holding me close, that's not just friendship is it? It's fucking love! You took me home that night, and made sure I was kept warm, you made sure the heating was on in my flat. You put me to bed do you remember? You never let go of my hands that night, worrying over me about pneumonia. I never noticed, but I did after I left London. For a year I looked at this photograph every day, noticing everything. Your worrisome look. That moment you couldn't contain or hide your feelings any longer was in this picture. You love me, and I love you for this moment. For the moments like this we can still have together. No man ever cared this much for me, Carl would happily see me freeze on a cold January morning than give me his coat, waiting for me to ask him for it. He never showed concern or love for me."

Some of the gathered spectators were whispering to each other, some commenting that this was one of the most heart-breaking moments they had seen a couple show in a public place.

Others thought a film was being filmed, that cameras were hidden or something to capture the true nature of the moment.

One or two were even recording the hear-breaking moment on their cameras, not out of malice but a need to record something so pure, so heart-wrenching.

"Tell me you did not care about me that day, in the mountain? Tell me that when I fell ill from colds, flu's and stomach bugs that you didn't really love me when you cared for me. Fucking tell me that after all these years, you could not stand me marrying Carl because you wished it was us marrying!"

Mark was shaking, tears in his eyes rolling down into his beard and down his cheeks as he saw the officers watching us, unsure of how to approach the pair.

"Tell me! If you really want to leave me forever, then tell me you never loved me in those moments we've had. Because I sure as hell know I love you for them now, and wish I had fucking seen the signs even then."

Nyomi's shaking hand clutching the photograph slowly dropped to her side, and she was crying heavily tears running down her cheeks, dropping onto her blouse.

"Please."

It was a whisper from her lips that those gathered had only barely heard.

The words made Mark shake, and roughly wipe his face free of tears.

"You mean everything to me, Mark. You're the man I am meant to be with, and to marry. I can only ever apologize for hurting you those years, and try to amend for that."

She slowly approached Mark, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Carl means nothing to me, I divorced him with hopes, dreams of you marrying me. Twelve years of pain for you, and a year for me. We've had enough pain for once, we both deserve to have what we've been dreaming of don't we?"

With the photograph clutched in her hand she took Mark's hands, as he tried to look away from her brown eyes.

"No more dreaming, we've both done enough of that. Let's just have what we've wanted for so long together."

Pulling Mark close by his neck, she pressed her face to the crane of his neck crying and kissing his neck.

Mark's hands wrapped around her, pulling her close into a warm hold, a protective one.

Spectators watched, some gasping and some whispering.

"I will never leave you Nyomi, I am so sorry for saying I would. I was angry and—"

Nyomi cut his words off with a deep kiss on his mouth, and looked into his eyes as she gently wiped tears from his eyes.

"I know, I felt like you this past year. Every emotion, and feeling you felt for twelve years I've felt it. No more scaring me, please. Don't leave me."

It was a whisper, their faces inches from one another.

"I am truly in love with you Mark, never think I don't."

Mark smiled and with his thumb in front of dozens of spectators, wiped her tears away.

"I love you Nyomi."

She smiled, and they held each other as whispers and gasps were exchanged around them.

They were oblivious, not caring if the entire world watched them that moment. It was them, and them alone that mattered.

A real love unearthed after long years of pain for Mark, and discovering that love Nyomi felt the pain and absence he felt.

She loved him more than words could ever explain, and she would never ask him to explain his love for her.

She could never hope to understand the deepest levels of his love for her, but she could embrace it.



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