She looked at him curiously once Steven was out of the room. "Okay. So. What were you really thinking?"
He grinned. "That, if you feed off of orgasms, what's this weekend going to be like for you?"
"Oh." She blushed. "Um."
His grin got broader.
"We may not actually-- I mean, he could say 'no', you know," she protested.
He raised an eyebrow. "Love, from what Kayla said, there's no way he'd turn down the chance to sleep with not just one but both of us."
She blushed brighter. "Well, he could. If he gets scared, or if the idea of both of us is just too much for him."
"I hope he doesn't," Mark said, suddenly serious. "Um. Honestly, love, I'm... well, to be blunt, the thought of sucking his cock is really turning me on." He looked at her anxiously. "Does that bother you?"
His anxiety wasn't relieved when she mumbled something indistinct and hid behind her hair. "What, love?" he asked.
She still wouldn't look at him, but she whispered, "No, it doesn't bother me."
He hesitated, then asked, "I don't think that's what you said, was it?"
"Essentially, yeah," she said, blushing, and still avoiding his eyes.
He put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up. "Tell me, love?"
Her face was bright red. "It really turns me on, okay?" she said, a touch defensively. "I mean... a lot."
He smiled, understanding at last. "How much, love? How much does it turn you on to think about his cock sliding between my lips, his cum shooting into my throat?"
She closed her eyes and moaned, and he slipped a hand between her legs. She was soaking wet.
He lowered his head and whispered against her ear, "Do you want me to swallow his cum, or would you rather I make him come on my face, so you can lick it off?" His fingers rubbed her clit in little circles. "Do you want to see me trying to deep throat him? Do you want to lick his ass while I suck his cock?"
"Mark! Oh god..." She shuddered, whimpering pleadingly.
He nibbled on her ear, his fingers moving faster as her hips arched and she squirmed beneath his touch. "Do you want to slide your fingers in his ass while his cock is buried in my mouth, my love?"
She gasped loudly then squealed and stiffened, her body arching hard against his hand as she shuddered in orgasm.
He waited until her shudders eased, then bent and kissed her. "I see you do," he said teasingly.
"Oh god." She put her hand over her eyes, turning her face away from him. "I'm sorry."
Mark blinked, confused. "Um, why?"
"It doesn't bother you?" she asked incredulously.
He peeled her arm away from her face, looking down into her eyes. "Why would it?"
"I... um, I don't know how to explain, but... I mean, it turns me on to think of you with another guy. Most men would totally freak."
He stared off into space for a moment. "Um. Well." He took a deep breath, then looked back at her. "Um. Love... I think maybe..." his voice trailed off.
She finally looked up at him. "Maybe what?"
He took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Love, the idea of sucking Aaron's cock turns me on. A lot. So does the thought of him fucking me. I think... maybe I'm... bisexual."
"Good," she said, matter-of-factly, and it was his turn to be confused again.
"It doesn't bother you?" he asked, unconsciously echoing her earlier words.
"Well, if you are, then it's okay if I have a... a... fetish?" She looked up at him, unsure of herself. "A fetish for it. Right?"
He smiled. "Ah. I see. I guess that makes sense." He hesitated, then decided now was a good time to ask about something that had been bothering him. "Um. I've noticed you kinda seem to have another fetish."
"Huh?" she asked, and he flushed a bit.
"You really seem to like rimming me and Kayla," he said.
"Oh." Her cheeks went red. "Well, see, since the first guy, I haven't done that for anyone else. So... it's special to me, I guess. Cause you don't act like I'm a perv for doing it."
He kissed her, gently. "I like it. I love it. I just... there's something I don't understand."
She nuzzled against him. "Mm?"
"Well," Mark said, "I'd like to do it to you. But you don't seem to want me to."
She blushed again. "I told you... it just makes me uncomfortable."
He bent, tilting her chin up and kissing her very gently. "Love... tell me why? Please?"
She sighed. "It's okay for me to do it, because I've done everything else," she explained.
Mark kissed her again, tender and feather light. "My love... it's okay for you to do it because you want to do it, not for any other reason. I liked it before I knew how special it was to you; I love it now that I do know. It has nothing to do with what you've done before that makes it okay. It's simply the fact that you want to do it for me. Do you understand, love? I'd like to do it to you. I'd like to show you what I feel when you do it to me."
Kristen bit her lip. "I... I'm really glad you like it. But what I like is doing it for you. Having you do it to me wouldn't be the same."
He stroked her cheek, looking down into her eyes. "Wouldn't it? Doesn't it make you feel good, feel warm inside, to know that I want to do that for you?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head violently. "No!" she blurted out. "It makes me ashamed of doing that to you!"
He looked puzzled. "Uh. I don't understand. Why?"
She pushed at his chest, rolling away from him. "You shouldn't want to do that, not to me."
He reached out and pulled her back into his arms, holding her close. "Why not, love?"
She buried her face against his chest, her shoulders shaking. "You just shouldn't."
He tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. "Why? Because you aren't good enough to have me do that to you?" he asked, and she shrugged miserably.
He kissed her softly, first her lips, then her forehead, his arms tightening around her protectively. "You are worth it, love. You are good enough. I love you more than I can ever say, more than I can express. You are the best thing in my life, and I don't like the idea of you thinking you aren't good enough for anything. I want to worship you, to treasure you for the rest of my life. I want you to know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, gladly, and that there's nothing you could ask me to do that would be beneath me, or make me feel degraded or used. I love you, my wife, and I will do anything I can to show that. Please, please, please don't feel you aren't good enough. It's not true."
She blinked back tears and kissed his chest, trembling in his arms. "Mark. Love... I can't undo the the things I've done. There's a lot that I would if I could. But if you-- I don't want you to--" She broke off, shaking her head. "I don't know how to say it."
"You don't want me to degrade myself?" he suggested softly.
She nodded hesitantly. "There are things I'm ashamed of. They are real. They've already happened. I know you love me, even so. It's not that I'm not good enough, it's that you're... too good, I guess."
He kissed her again, firmly. "Love, there is nothing that I am too good to do for you. I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with you, or anything I want to do with you, and you've never done anything with me to be ashamed of."
"I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with you!"
He kissed her softly, then stroked her cheek. "Then how could it be something I should be ashamed of?"
"Because it would make you be like me!"
He looked her straight in the eye and said slowly, "My love, that would be the highest compliment you could pay me. I love you. I'm not ashamed of you, or anything you've done. You are ashamed of what you've done, the people you've slept with, but you shouldn't be. You didn't know why you needed sex that much. You didn't know you had any choice -- and you tried, when you found out, even though it almost killed you." He gathered her to his chest tightly, burying his face in her hair. "Oh, Kristen... I'm proud of you, not ashamed. Never ashamed."
She sniffed, and rubbed her wet cheek against his chest. "I love you," she whispered.
He kissed her head. "I love you, too, my wife. Don't be ashamed of what you've had to do. Simply don't do anything you don't like again."
She sighed. "I don't plan to. But I haven't forgotten what I used to feel like. Someone could probably get anything from me, just by locking me up for a day or two."
He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. "I love you, and if they do that, they do that. Rape is rape, love, no matter what form it comes in. It means they deserve to die, nothing else."
She cuddled closer to him, pressing as tightly as she could. She was quiet for a moment, then she said, softly, "I'm scared to go back to sleep."
He slid down, tilting her chin up until their eyes met, and kissed her before asking, "Then how about I crawl between your legs, lick your clit until you come, lick your ass until you come, then fuck you until we both pass out?" He held his breath, wondering how she'd answer, wondering if she finally believed him, if his love was enough...
She shivered, and her green eyes were wide, a little bit afraid. "Um..." She hesitated, and his heart clenched, but then she whispered, "Okay."
Mark smiled and slid eagerly down between her legs. He lapped at her clit, his well-practiced tongue soon wringing quiet little cries of delight from her.
He made no effort to tease, just stroked the flat of his tongue softly over her clit again and again, just the way she liked it, until she grabbed his hair and squealed, arching against his mouth as she came. He kept his mouth pressed against her clit until her shudders had died down and she started trying to pull him away from her oversensitive flesh, then he planted a kiss against her labia and started licking his way down to her ass.
She stiffened, holding her breath, and the hands in his hair trembled, then let go. She snatched her hands to the side, fists clenching at the covers.
He teased around the little puckered hole with the tip of his tongue, then lapped across it, and she moaned, shivering hard.
It took a long time for her to relax, but he was in no hurry. He kept licking and teasing, his tongue gently running over the sensitive skin, and gradually she let go, let herself enjoy it. Eventually, she was breathing hard, her body flushed red, and moving, pressing up against his tongue as he teased her, getting her closer and closer, until she was whimpering and moaning, and when she seemed right on the edge of coming, he pointed his tongue and slid it into her ass, fucking her with the tip.
She screamed, rising halfway off the bed, and shoved a hand down between her legs, frantically rubbing her clit.
He reached up and slid two fingers into her cunt, and it seemed to grab at them, squeezing them tightly as, with a loud, shuddering moan, she started to come. He kept his mouth pressed against her, the tip of his tongue in her ass, as she came, not stopping as she arched against him, sobbing with pleasure. Not stopping until, pulling at his hair, she squirmed desperately backwards. Only then did he lift his head, smiling at her. "What, love?"
"Woah woah woah! Can't breathe!" she gasped.
He crawled up next to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. "Like?" he asked.
She shivered. "Um. Yeah," she said, blushing and ducking her head shyly.
He smiled and reached down, stroking a finger along her drenched cunt lips. "And how do you feel about me doing it now?"
"If... if you want to, I mean if you really don't mind... it's nice."
He kissed her softly, gently. "I loved it. Make love to me now?" he asked softly.
"Mmhmm," she murmured happily, her hand reaching for his hard cock. He smiled and tugged at her, pulling her over on top of him.
She put her hand on his chest, balancing herself as she arranged her broken ankle, then very carefully lowered herself onto him. Then she proceeded to be, externally, very, very still. Internally, though, was another matter entirely.
With an expression of intense concentration, she squeezed him with her cunt, the tight muscles rippling over his cock in really amazing ways. Her cunt seemed to move up and down on him, just a bit, first tightening on the head, then the middle of the shaft, then the base, and back up again, pressing against him, then pulling away enough to create a hot, wet suction.
It was all he could do to remain still, staring up at her as little beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she bit her lip. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her chest flushed red when she finally started to rotate her hips, ever so slightly, keeping up her amazing internal manipulations.
He rotated his, too, in the opposite direction, as he reached up and caressed her breasts, running his thumbs over those hard nipples.
She shivered, and swiveled her hips faster as he slid his hands down to caress her ass. Finally, she started raising and lowering her hips slowly as she rode him, her hips still rotating, so that it felt like she was spiraling up and down his dick.
Mark groaned, suddenly thankful for the number of times he'd come earlier... no way he could maintain any control without them. He slipped a hand around the curve of her leg, his fingertips caressing her perineum just behind where his cock slid into her. Her body was quivering with strain, but every movement was perfectly controlled.
He ran the tip of his thumb over her asshole, delicately, touching it as lightly as a butterfly landing on a flower. She drew in her breath sharply, her smooth rhythm faltering. He didn't press, didn't move, just kept his thumb there, just barely touching her, and she started moving again, cautiously.
He let her control the motion, arranging his thumb so she could get more pressure if she wanted, but it was just barely brushing her ass unless she pressed down on it. She moved carefully, not pressing, and he continued to caress her asshole and the taut, stretched skin of her perineum, using his thumb to move the way his tongue did earlier.
She shivered and started to move faster, tilting forward at the bottom of each stroke to press herself hard against his pubic bone.
He lay still the best he could, trying not to move, trying to let her fuck him this time.
She slid her hands over his chest, her fingers rubbing gently over his nipples, and he gasped, shuddering, on the very edge of coming.
Kristen tweaked his nipples, tugging at them softly, rubbing. She moaned, tossing her head back, her long hair dangling softly across his balls.
He groaned, his hips making involuntary little thrusting motions as his thumb traced tiny circles on her asshole.
She cried out sharply, squeezing his hips tightly with her knees, her cunt suddenly clamping down on him hard, pulsing, squeezing, sending him over the edge with her, his thumb pressing against her firmly as they both shuddered and writhed.
Finally, she collapsed on his chest, still twitching her hips in little leisurely circles. He shuddered, the aftershocks still shooting through his body.
Kristen nibbled playfully at his left nipple, and he jerked, the motion shaking his hand where it was still pressed against her asshole, and she shivered.
He moved his hand up, stroking along her cunt with his index finger, gently trailing it up, from the base of her cunt to her ass, then back down, then up again. She jerked, tensing her butt, and he whispered, "Trust me, love. I'll never hurt you, I promise. I'm not going to do anything you don't want."
"I know. S'okay," she whispered, but he could tell she was still afraid. He kept stroking, lightly, softly, teasingly, and slowly she relaxed.
He stroked her back with his other hand, lightly scratching along her skin with his fingernails, but she lay very still against his chest.
He paused for a moment, long enough to turn her head up to face him, so that he could kiss her, then resumed stroking her back as his lips met hers.
She returned the kiss, her lips gentle against his, as he continued to run his fingertip lightly from where his cock was still in her, to her ass, and back again with a teasing touch. She lay still on top of him, her only movement the kiss.
He pulled away enough to ask, "Do you want me to stop, love?"
"You don't have to, I'm okay," she said.
He looked her in the eye. "But are you enjoying it?"
"Um... I don't know. It makes me nervous," she admitted.
"Why does in make you nervous?"
"It's... new," she said. "I know you won't hurt me, but I haven't let anyone do anything like that since I was eleven."
He kissed her softly. "I know. It makes me feel good that you trust me enough to let me, but I want it to feel good to you. If it doesn't, I can stop."
"It doesn't feel bad, I just... can't relax enough for it to feel good," she said.
"If I kept going, would you be able to relax? Or would you rather stop for now, and see if you can relax some other time?"
"I don't know if I could or not, honestly," she said, her face guilty. "I don't think I could tonight. I'm sorry."
He kissed her thoroughly. "You don't have anything to be sorry about, love." He brushed his finger across her ass, one last time, a firm caress instead of teasing, and tugged the covers up over them. Then he wrapped his arms around her, holding her on his chest, his cock still inside her. "Let's go to sleep. Like this. Together."
She lay her head on his chest, sighing happily. "Mmmhmm. Nice," she murmured in agreement.
It wasn't long before she fell asleep, with his hand gently stroking her hair.
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