“Wow,” he said finally.
“Yeah,” Erica breathed. “That was… Wow,” she said, like she couldn’t think of a word that would describe it better.
“You know,” Mark laughed, “I always thought those movies or TV shows where the couple collapse back into bed to talk about how amazing their experience was had really stupid dialogue, but now I think they were just accurately reflecting the vocabulary someone who’s just had really good sex is capable of.”
“You seem to have recovered,” she pointed out.
Mark rolled over enough to look down at her, splaying one hand across her hip. He thought about making another joke, something to make her laugh again, but there were other words rising in his throat.
“I’m glad you stayed,” he said finally. “After that night with the sprinklers a couple weeks ago.”
She smiled. “You know something? So am I.”
Her hand curled around the back of his neck and dragged him down into a long, slow kiss that Mark took thorough advantage of. When they drew back, they were both breathing a little heavier again.
“I used to think Alex was lucky,” Mark said, lying back again and pulling Erica with him so that she could lay her head again
st his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his side. “But now I think I might be luckier.”
He didn’t turn to look at her, but he could hear the raised eyebrow in her voice. “Is that so?”
“It is,” Mark said, tipping his head to the side enough that he could see the top of her head. “I’ve got one of the best golf instructors in the state, who also just happens to be incredibly hot, and in my bed. And we’ve just had amazing sex. I think I’m doing pretty well.”
Erica laughed. “That is true, I suppose. Although, if I were you I wouldn’t get cocky just yet, Mr. Lucky.”
“Who said anything about cocky?” Mark protested. His hand slid down, curling around her leg and dragging it up over his own so that he could slip his fingers between her thighs from the back, stroke just the tips along her still wet sex. “I don’t think I said anything about taking it for granted,” he continued, rubbing back and forth. “Did I?”
Her hips rolled into the touch, rocking her against his thigh, and she shook her head. “No,” she answered. “No, I guess you didn’t.”
The words trailed off into a quiet moan, and Mark smiled.
“See?”
He rolled them so that she was stretched out on her back, and then he leaned down over her, resting his weight on his forearms. She rocked up, trying to get some friction, but he didn’t let her have any.
“Mark,” she said.
“Hmm?”
It wasn’t really a question, and he didn’t wait for her answer, just tipped his head down so that he could draw one of her nipples between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive, peaked little bud. Erica shifted under him, wanting, and he resisted the urge to smile. One of his hands found her other nipple, and he teased them both while she moaned and reached for him, tangling her fingers in his hair and rocking her hips.
He played until she was making constant soft sounds, alternating back and forth between mouth and fingers on each side. Tomorrow, when she dressed, she would feel the way that he’d touched her, and she’d think about him all day while her sensitive nipples rubbed against her bra.
Finally, Mark drew back, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts and then moving down along her sternum to her belly, where he paused to tease her navel with little nips and the tip of his tongue.
“You’re a fucking tease,” she growled above him. “You know that?”
Mark didn’t answer, just kissed her again, so low on her stomach that his lips almost brushed the top of her mound.
“Come on,” she said, this time throaty and pleading. “Don’t tease me.”
He couldn’t quite stop himself from smiling against her skin, but this time he moved down, gently pressing her legs open so that he could take more space between them, and laying them over his shoulders. His hands slid under her backside, tipping her hips up so that he could lean in and drag his tongue slowly up the length of her. She shuddered under him, hips jerking as she whimpered.
Shifting his grip a little, Mark spread her open with his thumbs, and this time his tongue traced her inner folds, lingering over her clit while she gasped and undulated, her toes curling against his back. Another long, slow lick, and another, and she was falling slowly apart under his mouth. Mark traced circles around her clit with his tongue, drew it into his mouth. Above him, she was swearing, words mixed with his name and ‘please’ and ‘don’t stop.’
He loved how sensitive she was.
This time, when his tongue stroked over her clit, Mark slid two fingers inside her, stroking over the places he knew would make pleasure ignite under her skin. If the sounds she made were anything to go by, he was definitely succeeding.