Later the
night, Kirsten was snuggled up to Mark after some vigorous “moments” with him.
“Mark?”
Kirsten asked; her voice muffled by his chest.
“Hmm?” Mark
looked down at her as she pulled herself away from him.
“I’m going
back to Norway soon,” Kirsten said.
“When?”
“Tomorrow.
The ticket’s ready.”
Mark
shrugged. “Guess that means I won’t see you for the next few weeks then.”
“You wanna
come with me?” Kirsten asked.
Mark propped
himself up on one elbow. “You sure I can come?”
Kirsten
giggled and nodded. “Of course! But are you free?”
“What do you
think I’ve been doing these last three days?”
“Being my
personal entertainer.”
“See? What
makes you think I won’t have enough time for you in Norway?”
“I’ll get you
a ticket soon.” Kirsten looked at Mark. “When are you going back to work?”
“In about
three months’ time. My boss will call me.”
Silence.
“I love
spending time with you, Mark.”
“You have an
idea what to do it again?” Mark brightened up.
Kirsten
laughed. “If you’re not too tired, that is.”
“Ooo… that’s
not a problem. Not a problem at all…” Mark turned and got himself to his knees,
accepting the condom from Kirsten.
Look away, O squeamish one. This is NOT for
the faint-hearted.
“Well,
that’s good to know.” Kirsten grinned. “At least I’ve got…” A gasp took her
words away as Mark penetrated her deep.
“At least
you’ve got what?” Mark smirked.
Kirsten
closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure that had started to build with
each hard thrust that seemed to go deeper every time; concentrated on the
tightly-coiled spring inside of her that was waiting to be released.
“Tell
meeeee…” Mark insisted, his voice thick as he tried to hold back a moan.
His only
response was a moan of pleasure as he drove in and touched a deeper point in
her.
“Fine by me
if you don’t wanna tell me,” Mark mumbled, his head thrown back and his eyes
closed as he could feel her about to come; his own excitement held at bay
although blood was rushing to his hard and hot and wet length like water falling
and gathering in a pool at the bottom of a waterfall. He could feel her first
tremors and moaned as she started moving in rhythm with him; urging him to go
faster with her moans; their bodies touching at every point, sliding off one
another; their sweat mingling with each other’s. He caught his lower lip in
between his teeth, biting hard into the soft flesh.
She opened
her eyes and stared at the face that hovered above hers. Sweat dotted his
otherwise smooth forehead. His eyes closed, he bit his lower lip in
concentration as he drove in, touching her womb, sending little goose bumps of
pleasure. Her eyes closed again as she felt him withdrew and she wrapped her
legs around him tighter, her body screaming for satisfaction.
He could
feel her nails on his shoulders, scoring him and marking him as her property,
but he didn’t care. All he cared about at the moment was the momentum he’d
built; he wanted to release that energy; somehow release that wound-up key in
his body. He gripped her tighter, driving into her with as much force as he
could muster from his already-tired body. He wondered if the bed was banging
against the wall. He couldn’t hear anything except for his heart that pounded
in his ribcage and he wondered briefly whether she’d heard the beating of his
heart. Blood continued to pump vigorously throughout his body before rushing
down to his manhood.
Her moans
grew louder; her legs wound themselves tighter against his waist as her heels
dug deep on his arse, pushing him deeper into her in the process, as if trying
to keep him inside her. He felt her tightened around him – that felt so good!
So, so very good! He drew himself out and sank inside her again, pushing
further, listening to her moans while he lost himself in her tight warmth,
losing himself further as she tightened and released, then tightened again. He
slowed down and thrust inside her twice more, all the while never releasing his
bottom lip from in between his teeth.
She came at
the time when he thought he couldn’t hold on any longer. He released everything
that he’d held back, loving every minute as she convulsed deliciously around
him, wrapping the length of him in her warmth. It was so nice that he couldn’t
help but moaned softly.
As they
recovered, Mark let himself dropped onto the empty space beside her and drew
her toward him, all the while still planted solidly inside her. He loved the
feel of her around him. He could feel her breath against his chest, cool
against his sweat-covered skin.
“Mark,” she
mumbled.
“Yeah?” he
murmured back, laying his chin on top of her head.
“That was
lovely. It was amazing!”
He detected
a hint of awe in her voice. Then, he felt her shifted against his chest and
found himself looking into the beautiful emerald eyes that were still misty
from their passionate fusion.
“Mark,
you’re bleeding.” Kirsten reached out a finger to touch his lower lip. It
tingled from her touch.
“I am?” He
sucked his lower lip and tasted the coppery tang of blood. “So I am.”
Kirsten
laughed, an amused laugh. “I thought you knew.”
“Hmm…
probably bit it just now but didn’t noticed due to the sex that we’d just had.”
“I think I
can accept that.” Kirsten cocked her head to one side ever so slightly that
made her look cute. “Does that mean I can’t kiss you?”
Without
answering her, Mark’s mouth settled on hers; his lower lip tingling in protest
but he ignored it, deepening the kiss before slipping in his tongue.
A small sigh
of solace escaped her throat as his tongue fondled hers. She could taste his
blood in her mouth. She tugged at his lower lip and sucked at the bleeding lip,
tasting him as she let her hand wondered down his hip and felt his muscled
arse.
Mark
groaned, a low rumbling emitted from deep within his throat. He felt her
squeezed him once, twice. He pulled away from her, looking down at her and
asked, “You wanna have more sex?” He looked at her half-closed eyelids, feeling
her erect nipples brushing against his chest. He felt his loins stirring again
and realised that he must pull out of her before he went headlong and make love
to her again – this time he was sure that he’d drive her to bliss until he
collapses from exhaustion.
No, it’s for
the best if he got himself out.
With one
swift move, he withdrew from within her, earning himself a look from Kirsten.
He knew she wanted more but he also knew that both of them were really tired
and if they go on with their sex marathon, Kirsten wouldn’t be able to get on
the plane to Norway and he would have to spend a few more days in her bed,
recuperating – with more amazing positions for them to have fun.
He got out
of bed, traipsed into the bathroom, peeling the condom off of him.
When he
climbed back to bed, Kirsten was already asleep. He pulled her close to him,
wrapping his arms around her and entwining his legs with hers. She didn’t even
stir the whole time. He guessed he must’ve driven her to the edge of
exhaustion.
You may continue now, O squeamish one.
When Kirsten
woke up the next morning, the sky was opening up as little rays of sunlight
played across Mark’s back. She was warm and comfortable, tucked neatly against
Mark’s chest with his hands clasped around her belly. She could feel Mark’s
warm breath caressing the crook of her neck.
She slowly
untangled her arms and legs from Mark’s before turning around to face him. He
was definitely one beautiful creation, perfect down to the smallest detail. She
looked at the closed eyes, the slightly dishevelled hair and the dark whiskers
on his chin. She traced her finger lightly along the bridge of his nose,
watching as his eyelids twitched but he never woke up. Her finger traced his
cheekbones and his lips, and gave him a light kiss on his lips before getting
out of bed silently.
She watched
as his lips curled slightly at the sides into a small smile. He gave a small
sigh and grabbed the nearby pillow, hugging it tightly against his chest as he
curled up into something that resembled a little ball. She ran a finger across
a small yet raw scar on his thigh, wondering where and when had he gotten that
scar. It looked painful.
Kirsten
sighed as she reached over and pulled the blankets to cover his exposed naked
body before giving him one last kiss. She slipped into the bathroom, took a
shower and packed before leaving him a note saying that she’s gone to the
airport.
When Mark
woke up about two hours later, he found himself alone on the bed. He sighed and
let go of the pillow, staring at the ceiling as he recalled the things that had
happened during the past few days.
Should he go
to Norway with Kirsten? Should he tell her that he’s an assassin? Should he go
on with this relationship knowing that Kirsten will one day dump him for
another man?
So many
questions, so little time, so limited answers.
He couldn’t
possibly know the answers to all these questions!
Mark felt
like crying. He realised that he loved Kirsten like he’d never love anyone else
before. He’d fallen head over heels for this girl and there’s absolutely no way
of turning back the time so that he can stop the very first lovemaking session
they’d had.
But deep down
inside, he knew he’d wanted that. He’d wanted Kirsten to love him back.
He sighed
again. Damn, why? Why must this happen? He didn’t want his heart broken again.
He knew he was a rake before but he’d changed! Besides, there’s absolutely no
way he can have a steady relationship with his line of profession – or so he’d
thought.
Obviously,
he was wrong. He’s got Kirsten now but the most important question now was: was
she willing to live with him for the rest of her life with him? As in forever
and ever? Is she willing to give up the rest of her life just to live with him,
be just as ready as he was to give up his line of profession to just settle
down and have a family?
He sighed
noisily as he untangled himself from the blankets. Damn this whole thing to
hell! Why must he fall for this girl? Of all the millions of girls out there,
why him?
Mark
showered, dressed and drove over to his own apartment. He needed some help to
answer his questions and he’s going to get his answers no matter what. He
pulled his car into the driveway and jogged into the house, trying to stay dry
from the pouring rain. Typical London weather.
He unlocked
the door to his apartment and walked straight into his room.
Now, where
was it? He needed to feel its power; he needed to feel its smoothness, to feel
the weight of its reassurance. He needed them now!
He searched
the bedside table and its drawers – condoms, some papers, some bills, a pistol,
a small assassin’s knife. He lifted his mattress and felt around. Still,
nothing.
He stood up,
wondering where he’d put them. It couldn’t be in the living room, he’d never
done it in the living room before, neither should it be in the kitchen. He sat
down and tapped his knee as he tried to recall where he’d put them.
~~ecaf~~
Shareen giggled
and punched Ben playfully on the shoulder as Ben pushed her down on the bed
again.
“Awww…
honey!” Ben said. “You know you want this as much as I do!”
Then, there
came a few brisk knocks on the door.
“Damn!” Ben
cursed silently as Shareen got off the bed, pulled her clothes at all the right
directions properly and opened the door.
“Hi!” Paul’s
perky voice floated around the room. “I thought I’ll be a good brother,” he
looked at Ben, “And a good host and invite the both of you down for breakfast!”
“Thanks,
Paul,” Shareen said. “We’ll be down in a minute. You hop along now.”
“Sis!” Paul
exasperated. “Hop along now?” he mimicked. “I’m not 5, you know!”
“Am not
saying that you are.” Shareen sighed. “Just get lost, Paul.”
“Okay,
okay.”
She closed
the door and turned around to face Ben who was sitting up on the bed, staring
at his feet. “Sorry about that. He’s seldom like that.”
“No
problem,” Ben said, walking toward Shareen. “Breakfast, yeah?”
Shareen
nodded as she followed Ben out of the room to the dining room.