Sweet Convictions (25 page)

I lift my head to
watch him watch me as I begin to thrust my hips forward and back, teasing him. His sight glued to my wobbling tits. I look down at them, cup them and squeeze them together. His bottom lip begins to quiver ever so slightly as I pinch both nipples and groan as I take one breast into my hand, lift it towards my mouth and lap quick light licks over my hardened nipple. Mark grunts loudly.
Ooh, he likes that.
I do it to the other side before squishing both tits together again and bending my neck right in to slide my tongue along the crease of my cleavage.

His
face is emblazoned with an avarice covet. His expression turning to one of grimacing vehemence. He grips my arms, yanks me forward and presses down on my hips. The entire magnitude of his erection is now fully and wholly inside me. I feel his juices pumping and flowing through the veins in his cock. He lifts my body and pumps me up and down his engorged length with his muscular arms, faster and faster. His excitement takes him over. I release myself from his grip and I raise his arms above his head, pinning them up against the headboard as I reclaim control. I keep with the momentum then alter my position into a slight squat so I can lift myself up and down over his hardness. After just seconds, my thighs start to burn like hell, so I kneel back down and ride him forward and backwards, my clit rubbing copiously against his pelvis. A flurry of overwhelming fluster fortifies within and my need for him intensifies. The sounds of his groans and the smacking of our bodies against each other turn me on even more. I let his arms free and he immediately pulls me further in, as I push back out. In, out, in, out.
Ah such a great team effort.
Then he stops mid-thrust.

“Where’s that little
fun box of yours then?”

“Oh shit, you remembered,”
I puff out a laugh as I lean across the bed towards my drawer of all things mischievous. I can’t quite reach whilst I’m on top of him so I climb off and walk around the divan. My legs feel like jelly. They’re shaking so much I struggle to keep myself up.

“Well, seeing as you’re not afraid of experimenting, I’ll bring o
ut the toy I bought especially for us.”

“You’ve got one for both of us?”

“Yep.” I smile with a seductive wickedness and split open the plastic packaging taking out a vibrating cock ring. It’s two rubber cock rings parallel to one another, kinda like the figure eight. In the middle it has a mini vibrating bullet cased in another piece of rubber.

“Fucking hell what the hell is it?”

“I’ll show you. Just lie back, close your eyes and wait until I tell you to open them,” I decree.

He does as he’s told and
gulps as I take one of the rings and wrap it gently under and around both of his balls. I loop the second ring around his cock and switch it on. His body spasms, his eyes widen and an irresolute smile broadens across his face. I mount him and slowly lower myself as my pussy enslaves the length of his cock. I run my hands over his taut pecks as they ripple up and over his undulating muscles.

A ferocious
pang of passion stirs up inside me as my clitoris touches down on the vibrating pellet and rips through me like something out of a Freddy Krueger film. I dig my nails deeper into his flesh as he cringes, enjoying it all the same. My kisses become hungrier and I want to swallow him whole. A little crazy I know. The sensation of my buzzing beast on my clit and his throbbing monster piercing the deepest parts of my carnal crevice sends me into a wild frenzy. The madness takes control and I ride him into a fleeting craze. My hair witlessly flicking back and forth across my face with every thrust of my entire body like I’m head banging at a heavy metal gig, stimulating my clit the closer and faster I massage it against the buzzing pleasures of the speedy bullet. I take in every inch of his plump efficacy building up a sweat as though I’ve run a mile on the treadmill.

Mark’s
guttural groans become deeper, more urgent, more fierce. He’s pulling me as he grinds his teeth and snarls at me like a rabid animal. I manage to somehow shriek at a level that only dogs could have heard or at least only an opera singer could reach.

Now let me just
take this opportunity to say that generally my orgasms are typically instigated by the assistance of something that vibrates over it or from a hot, wet and quick-flicking tongue. I’m one of those unfortunate women who can’t orgasm purely from penetration. But let me tell you that oh my god, it just happened. It’s taken umpteen relationships to get to this point and boy oh boy was it worth the wait.

I quiver at every movement
and take pleasure in the warmth of his wetness permeating my insides as he too peaks just seconds after me.

Chapter 14

L
ying with my head on his chest, quickly lifting and lowering in time with his breathing, his heart beating loudly in my ear, I hear a golden oldie start to play in the background. Do That To Me One More Time. Impeccable timing as we just manage to steady our breathlessness into a significantly reasonable pace. We laugh as I climb off and he releases his shrinking erection from the constraints of the condom, dabs the tip dry and rolls it up into some tissue that I conveniently put next to the bed earlier.
What? I like to be prepared.

I’m
besotted! I’m truly, triply and smittenly fucked now, and in more ways than one. Where I thought what I felt for him was infatuation, I can’t help believe that it might actually be love.

I mean think about it.
I personally deem these as just some of the earlier signs of being in love or at least heading in that direction:

1. The bad case of butterflies you get in your tummy
   . Your palms become sweaty, your heart rate increases and you become tongue-tied with every word you say;
   
2. Songs become that much more meaningful.
   So much so you actually take the time to listen to the lyrics and connect them to that person or a moment you’ve shared;
   
3. Ti
   me flies when you’re with them. It really does! Your time together just isn’t enough;
   
4. The object of your affection takes over your normal thought
   patterns. They’re all you think about. They’re all you see;
   
5. You realise you have
   a goofy grin on your face every time you think of that person whether it be at something they did or said;
   
6. When you’re apart, you long for the time you’
   re back together. It becomes harder and less bearable to be separated;
   
7. You become more
   envious of where they are and who they’re with. It’s not crazy, it’s just natural;
   
8. You become more patient with that person. Usual annoying traits become more tolerable
   . Although be reminded, this does not always last;
   
9. Everything about anything seems better
   . Goals seem more achievable. Life generally feels great;
   
10. You envisage a future together
    . You practice your married signature and repeat how it sounds.
    

Our meeting was the perfect coincidence. When I think back to not too long ago, I recall standing at my window crying my heart out, literally sobbing so much I found it hard to breathe. I was standing in my pyjamas at the huge windows in the lounge of my flat, for all the neighbouring estate below to see. I was staring up at the sky of clouds that looked like white and grey ink blots, shouting and begging for an answer as to why I was so alone when I had so much love to give. I wanted an answer. I wanted a sign so I could understand the pain and loneliness I was feeling at the time. The insane part about it is that we worked out that Mark was doing the very same thing, of course in a slightly more manly fashion about a month or so before.

Quite frankly, to this day and until the end of time, we
like to believe our coming together was through helping hands from his grandfather and my dad. We’re convinced they had more than likely become sick to their stomachs listening to all of our whinging and whining from across the English plains and jointly decided over a thick cigar up in Heaven to conjure up some plan to bring us together. I can picture them now — my dad sipping on his favourite lager munching on a thick steak listening to the powerful tones of Shirley Bassey in the background and Mark’s granddad on his beloved rocking chair drinking a whiskey on the rocks, both coherently scheming about how to get us to cross paths. And from the triumph of their successfully meddling ways, I seriously hope they start some sort of in-air in-heaven dating service for people just as deserving as we are.

             
What seems like a fly-by-night visit is followed by five subsequent weeks of emails, lengthy texts, costly telephone calls, never-ending voicemails and tiring coach rides back and forth as we alternate our visits. It’s becoming more and more difficult to be away from each other.

From:
Gemma
Sent:
17 February 00:15
To:
Mark
Subject:
xxxxxxx

OK, so you’re probably gonna think I’m being overly mushy and pathetically stupid but I’ve been unable to sleep a wink tonight, so I’ve been up for a while thinking of a poem. Try not to gag too muh! hahaha

I wake with you, the first thought on my mind

Who knew, a true soul mate I would finally find

I thought I was protected, even left feeling numb

Then you came along and something special we’ve become

Each night I fall asleep with you still on my mind

It’s you in my thoughts as each end of light I unwind

Now I miss you more each and every day

Never did I think I’d ever feel this way
The way you look longingly into my eyes
The way you laugh and talk and walk and smile

Makes me miss you more and more each day

Blah blah blah & blah some more is all I can really say!

I won’t stop the yearning till you’re right here by my side

Just want you here so the burning in my chest can finally subside

As you can tell from all this blurb, I’M MISSIN YOU LOSER!!!

Love G xx
 

Mark
and I book a getaway – nothing major, just heading down south for a night in Brighton.

Saturday
arrives and I drive down. It’s the worst possible journey. All I’m going to say further to that is holy hell that bastarding ball bag of an M25 sucks! What was meant to be an hour’s drive ended up taking two painstakingly long and ass-aching hours.

We finally arrive at the hotel
, me with an aching ankle, knee, back and a headache. Of course, I pretend otherwise. After all what’s worse than arriving at a hotel for the first time with someone and saying you have a fucking headache. I dump my bags, open up a bottle of red and pour two shots of vodka. I need it desperately to help ease the pain. Of course.

After
we slug back the spirit, I do my usual hotel room initiation of jumping on the bed for at least a minute. I quickly remember that this is Mark’s first time of being at a hotel with me and I wonder what he must really think of me behind those eyes looking adoringly at me. Is that more of an ‘ah, I didn’t realise just how “special” you are’ look, or does he really think my crazy ways are endearing? Too late now! Guess I’ll find out after this weekend.

I jump off and into his arms
wrapping my legs around his waist. We very nearly plummet backwards onto the floor but he manages to control his stance. He’s indeed quite strong and I know this, because I’m not the most petite woman at size twelve edging towards the beginning stages of a fourteen, and at five foot nine and a half in height. His grip is tight and firm, almost constricting.
It feels gooood.
I know with him I’d feel safe and intrepidly confident.

He kisses me gently
then pulls my head in closer and embraces me harder and throws me backwards onto the bed. I’m instantly aroused. I guess I was from the time I walked into the room. Hotels do that to me! I immediately want to rip off my own clothes and fuck like a bunny...after jumping on the bed like a child, of course.

He climbs on top of me and gently moves hair
away from my face as he looks zealously down at me and sighs.

“What’s wrong?” I ask softly as I tilt my head to the side like a puppy.

“Absolutely nothing. I’m just so happy to be with you right now.”

“Oh,” I beam.

“Well so am I. I couldn’t be happier. I have some majorly crazy flutterbies going on in my belly right now.”

“Yeah?
Shall we see if we can get them stirred up even more?”

“And how do you propose that then?”

“Well, perhaps if I do something like this,” and he slowly manoeuvres my blouse to the side freeing my left breast. My nipple is standing at attention like a motionless Queen’s guard. I gulp and breathe deeply in before letting out a gratifying murmur.

“Yep, that’ll send them insane!” I
profess with my eyes closed.