Thread: The Deal of a Lifetime {Niksis & Enigma_x}

Once the front door had been closed, the crackling from the fireplace echoed through the living room as the only other sound filling the room aside from the pairs needy moans and soft sighs. It was a huge turn on for Mark, to hear, see and feel the effect he had on women, almost as if it confirmed his control over them. Every shiver and moan he caused, send a rush down his spine, and below his belt. Like a kid needing affirmation from his parents, Mark wanted, no, needed to hear his effects on his partners. It was as important as the act itself. I hope you don't have any plans tomorrow. He said calmly in between his teasing nibbling as he made his way over to one ear, hovering inches away before whispering for the third time that night You will be late. He had every intention of dragging it out, every intention of giving not just himself, but her an evening she would never forget. Not being one for a quick romp himself, those had it's places, sure. But not with someone so... special. So when the female became a bit too eager he wrapped his large hand around her wrists and moved her hands away. He had entertained her need to touch him for a bit, allowed her to undo his shirt and feel his marble like form underneath. But for now, that was all he'd allow, she'd have ample opportunity to both see and touch him later. Instead, he used the grip at her wrists to guide her hands above her, keeping them well away from whatever mischievous touching they had planned. To have a woman like Kate underneath him, in the way that she was, was something most men would give their right arm to have happen. Mark had seen glimpses of the real Kate and was eager to see more. But not tonight, tonight he wanted to see the intimate side of Kate, he wanted to see what made her squirm and moan, what she liked and didn't. So when she gave him permission to do whatever pleased him, a soft yet brief chuckle escaped the male Oh, I intent to. Yet despite the chuckle, it pleased him in ways no one would ever understand to hear such words come from her lips. To Mark, submission, true submission was not something one could just take, it had to be given. His need for control could only take things so far, she would need to be willing to let go of whatever control she had for it to truly work. And there it was, verbal permission. Taking a deep breath, allowing her warm scent to fill his lungs entirely, Mark made his way further down. His lips hovering just inches from the laced fabric preventing him from seeing Kate in all of her natural beauty, something he'd soon remedy. Teasingly, he allowed his breath to caress her skin as Mark made his wan down her neck, unto her chest before circling her soft, fleshy mounds. Allowing the tip of his nose to just barely brush against where her nipples would be before continuing. I wonder what you're hiding underneath, Kate. His tone soft and teasing And what it might taste like just as he spoke his last sentence, Mark bit down on one of her nipples just hard enough for her to feel it, and perhaps leave a temporary mark for a short while before continuing down her body once more. Kissing and suckling his was down the flat of her belly and unto one of her thighs. Mark made sure everything happened slowly, perhaps too slowly for someone seemingly so eager. He wanted to draw out the experience, to make sure every single kiss and every single touch was felt and absorbed completely. He had robbed her of one of her senses when he had blinded her with his tie, something he'd use to his advantage as he abused all of her other senses. Mm, I've been thinking of this moment since I first laid my eyes on you, Kate. The whole experience was something he'd not soon forget, if ever. She had been perfect, more so than he had thought possible. Kate was beautiful, there was no questioning that. She was funny, easygoing and seemingly smart. Everything a sane man would look for in a girl. Right there, if only for a moment, Mark entertained the idea of there being a tomorrow with her, and perhaps a day after that. But it was repressed soon after, instead of wondering what tomorrow might bring, he remained in the moment, taking in the beautiful form underneath him, a form that was his tonight.