Chapter 11

The sun is setting down. The heaven is painted in red mixed with yellow giving it a warm feeling. Tiffany is sitting on the balcony, enjoying the sunset. The last few sunbeams are gently touching her skin. Her phone starts to ring. It's Mark that's calling her. 'Hi. I'm standing inside the mall right now. Do you need anything?' Tiffany thinks for a minute. 'Hmm. There is something that I desperately want.'

'What is that urgent thing my lady wants to have?'

'You.'

She ends the call. So embarrassing, but she wanted to say it. It feels good to have a reliable man like Mark. She feels so secure.

And not long after that short call. Mark barges into the house. He drops the shopping bags on the floor and finds Tiffany with eyes closed, resting on the sofa. Mark comes rushing and bends down on his knees to look at Tiffany's face. He sees her lips curling up and has to know that she is faking the sleep. She can feel his presence and go for his neck to hug him. 'Welcome back.' She says with a happy tone in her voice. Mark grabs her and pulls her in to hug her back. 'Now, let's go to my cave.' He carries her to his room and plops her down on his bed. He also climbs in bed and is hovering above Tiffany, gently looking down on her. Tiffany holds his head between her hand to kiss him on the forehead. 'You know. You look like a hungry tiger right now. Waiting for me to throw out a piece of meat in front of you. Ready to dig in.' She gives him another kiss but this time on the lips. Mark leans in to kiss her back. 'You are a bully, missy. I'm dying to make love to you, but all you do is throw out misleading bait.' She smiles. 'Well. We can sit down right now and talk about it, or you can have a taste of this delicious meat that is resting underneath you.'

'I'll dig in.' He gives her a long kiss. Tiffany is getting dizzy. She taps a few times on his back to let her take a breath. 'You are still not used to it. We gotta work on it, like every day.' He kisses her neck while slowly undressing her. First, her shirt, followed by her leggings. Tiffany has matching lingerie. The color red and black give her a mischievous and devilish look. It's breath-taking, thinks Mark. 'You are drooling, mister.' He shakes his head to clear up his mind. 'You look so dangerous right now. I'm afraid that I'll get addicted to this.' Tiffany has a diabolic smile on her face while pointing out her finger to Mark, signing for him to come and get her. He removes his shirt and tosses it on the floor before coming closer to her and kiss everywhere he thinks that would ease his thirst. He loosens her bra and starts to lick her all the way to her throat. It makes Tiffany moan in pleasure. 'You know, I'm so excited right now. I don't know where to start.' Tiffany wraps her legs around his torso. 'Should I do something to ease your mind? Like, what do you want me to do?'

'Can you give me fellatio until I calm down? I feel like blowing up right now.' Tiffany begins to touch him, making Mark moan already. 'It's my first time, so no judging.' Mark sits down on the edge of the bed. Tiffany bends down through her knees and sits in front of Mark. She slowly begins to rub on it while placing her tongue at the tip. Mark watches her do all the work. His heart is beating faster and faster. His excitement is getting worse every time Tiffany licks him. He decides to close his eyes. Tiffany hears him moan louder and looks up at him. Mark's face is flushed. He sure looks like he is enjoying her every touch.

But then. Mark abruptly stops Tiffany to pick her up and lay her down back in bed. 'If this goes on like this. I'll probably die. We'll continue this another time. I need to release this energy on you right now.' Tiffany looks sad. 'Did you not like it?' Mark shakes his head while climbing on top of her. 'No, I like it. High chance that I'll become hard for you even if you lick my face just once. It's just that doing nothing but sitting still is making me lose my patience. So princess, prepare yourself.'

He places his hands on her legs and spreads them apart. One of his fingers slowly rubs against her. Tiffany feels it and awkwardly shifts her body while he kisses her torso a couple of times. Tiffany holds him by his hair. Mark smiles against her bare skin, and Tiffany feels that. 'Why are you smiling?' He has now entered her with his long middle finger. Tiffany feels weird and pulls on his hair this time. 'You, squirming underneath me is so sexy, but if you pull any harder. I'll get a bald spot.' Tiffany relaxes her grip. 'I want to hold onto you.' Mark offers his left hand to her. Tiffany clutches on his big hand.

Without slowing down, he makes sure that he won't hurt her or scare her away. He slowly Shifts his big body enough so that he sets his body between her legs. Mark begins to move in. Tiffany feels him grinding against her. Her nails are pressing down into his hand. He pushes through her as he grabs both of her hands with his left hand to tug on her. A ray of pain went through her whole body, mixed with pleasure. Mark is all in. He moves her hands above her head and let it rest on the bed as he comes down on her. He kisses her. 'I'm going to move now. So if you want me to stop, just say it.' She nods her head. Mark plants small kisses on her body as he moves in and out. Tiffany's moans are getting louder and longer.

'Should we get married for real?' Whispers Mark in her ear. Tiffany squeezes Mark upon hearing him propose to her in that position. He feels her tightening up and releases himself. Tiffany cannot hold it in either. She wraps her legs around him and pulls Mark closer to her. The room is filled with heavy breathing. Mark lets his body rest on Tiffany. 'I did not expect that. But it felt damn amazing.' He says while laughing. Tiffany still has her legs wrapped around him is now hugging him. 'Can you pull it out now? It feels weird.'

'Nope. We are going for a second round. Do you think that this will satisfy me? Wrong, missy.' Tiffany senses that he gets hard again as it pokes her from the inside. She does not let go of him. But that did not stop Mark from moving. He moves faster, which makes Tiffany's mind go blank. She bites on his shoulder. That's when Tiffany knows that she has made a big mistake. It's as if he grew in size. Mark groans as he smiles. 'You are squeezing me again. I'll hurt you like this. Try to relax.' Mark tries to change her from the position, but Tiffany does not let go of him. Her face is all messed up. Tears streaming down, that won't stop. He gently rubs away her tears. 'Should we stop?' Whispers Mark in her ear. But Tiffany shakes her head. 'No. If we stop here, I don't know when we will have a chance again. I'm scared, and I don't know why.' Mark pets her head. 'Just hold onto my hand again.' He brings his hand out and holds it in front of Tiffany that is looking at him. She starts to cry again. 'Am I being bothersome to you? I'm sorry.' Tiffany roughly tries to wipe away her tears. Mark holds her hands. 'Don't think like that. If you are scared, we will take it slowly. No need to rush things. So let's stop here.'

'No. I don't want that.' Tiffany is squeezing Mark between her legs, which is still around his lower back. It's forcing him to penetrate deeper. Mark groans out loud. If he lets Tiffany have her way, It'll take the whole night before she lets him go. So he pulls on her arms, which makes her get into a sitting position. 'Look at me like this. You can hold onto me as much as you like.' He gives her a soft peck on her lips. Tiffany has glued her body against his firm chest and buries her face into his shoulder. 'I'm going to move again, alright?' He holds onto Tiffany, who has her nails dug in his skin. Mark rapidly begins to move. To his surprise, Tiffany responds by starting to move her hips. She relaxes her body and begins to enjoy it.

As the fruitful night passed by, the sun is now rising to the horizon. Mark is awake, lying in bed next to Tiffany. He is watching how peaceful Tiffany is sleeping. He gets out of bed and silently strolls into the bathroom to take a hot shower. Roughly an hour later, Tiffany wakes up and sits in bed. It does not hurt as much as she heard others tell how painful the first time can be. Mark is treating her like a porcelain doll, despite her acting hysterical. Her face is burning out of embarrassment. She buries her face into her hands. The clinging and bursting out in crying. What will he think of her? She ducks back in bed after hearing footsteps. Mark casually approaches her bedside, standing looking down at her. 'I know that you are awake, you cry baby. There is no time to be embarrassed about how you behaved last night. I have seen all of you. I do admit that seeing you cry makes me horny. Get up before I pounce on you.' Tiffany shoots out of bed with the blanket covering her body. It makes her lose her balance as she almost falls over. Mark steps in just on time to catch her. 'I'm so sorry. I feel like a huge burden to you. I have never received any help from others like this before. Whenever you come to save me from out a messed-up situation, that makes me do things that I normally don't do. Being clumsy or sudden outbreaks of emotions. Makes me scared.' She holds on Mark with all her might. He lifts her and makes her face him. 'Funny is that the way I changed because of you, makes me enjoy my days. Having to meet you is something I'll cherish every God-given day. So if you feel like you can't take it anymore, lean on me. I'll make you feel good.' He wiggles with his eyebrows and flashes her a naughty smile. It makes Tiffany laugh. She kisses his neck. 'Thank you for putting up with me. I'm also cherishing every day that I spent with you.'

'Let's go to get something to eat. Have to fill you up for tonight's round. It's like you lost a lot of weight. I have to make sure you have some meat on your bones.' He carries her to the kitchen and places her on the chair.