Marked 17

MARKED

On a backward glance and skittish laugh, she ran up the stairs of the student block.

'Not so fast! There's no place to hide and I'll soon find you!' Jonno called out, his voice echoing off the walls. Once again, the lift was out of order.

She knew it only too well.

Maria had no time to enter the study room. Jonno's arms held her, and she saw how his arm muscles swelled under his tight T-shirt, showing off the disconcerting tattoos inked upon his deeply tanned skin. She thought them a sign of vanity, a rebellious rejection of the norm, and a sign that he would do as he wanted with his body.

It had been that way with her, along with body piercings that enabled her to decorate her body with studs and short chain links.

'You'll have to find mine!' she had laughed the first time he had asked her where she had her tats. 'They're for your eyes only!'

Now he could claim her whenever he wanted.

Jonno held Maria's face in his hands and kissed her slowly before she parted her lips and deepening kisses followed. His fingers tugged at her clothes, and she groped for him as she pressed the fingers of one hand against the swell in his jeans. She was kept from pulling away.

'Soon...you may have your ways with me soon,' he whispered.

Jonno stripped her quickly, expertly, unbothered by the touch of her hands in restraint or to slow his progress and to prolong rousing moment of her seduction.

Naked before him and under his lustful gaze, she watched him tear at his clothes, gazed at the leap of Jonno's flesh as he bent for only a moment to pull down his briefs.

Maria grabbed for him and met no resistance to her claims, and soon worked in a slow grasping tempo of her hands; to tug and squeeze, to tug harder and squeeze for longer. Jonno brushed long fingers over her shoulders before they swept languidly over the firm swell of her small perky breasts, then onto her back, all the while offering no resistance to Maria's claims upon him, the long slow strokes over his prick or squeezed on his nut sac.

Go on, kiss and suck on it,' he soon urged breathlessly.

Maria knelt to oblige him, his hands in the tumble of her hair, slowing her rhythm until she could bear it no longer, his penis filling her mouth and his demanding ways making her gag. She wanted all of him; to embrace him and to feel that length of flesh deep within her.

Maria looked up and she met Jonno's lustful look upon her. She knew what was meant by the slow shake of his head and she yielded.

Jonno soon lifted her against him as if she were but a rag doll. Kissing and groping, they stumbled into the bedroom.

'On the bed!' she exclaimed, but Jonno eased her down into a chair, the clothes upon it swept away by her fumbling hands.

'No, we do it like this,' he murmured against her lips before she sat with legs splayed wide. 'We do it like this, first.'

Jonno knelt down between them to lick and kiss, to nip and suck on the inside of her calves and thighs...this way...then that...slowly up to her belly and over the moist cleft between her thighs...his fingers slowly parting her before his tongue darted into her pussy, or his lips sucked upon her and tugged gently there, before moving up to her belly...down once more until he set a palpitating rhythm of lust and longing in her.

Maria pulled on his hair, encouraged Jonno's touches to her breasts...to her aching nipples...to the tattooed skin between them and onto her belly...then down...his progress all but in silence save for her soft moans of pleasure...before he progressed...as if in homage...his appreciative murmurs to be heard...his looking up at her and offering a smile...his response to the soft sighs of acknowledgment of all that he did for her...and then her yelp of longing as he tapped his penis tip against her opening before he entered her, going deeper and deeper and moving this way and that, from side to side with that inventive and lusting tongue.

'Come on, bring it to me and take me!' she cried out as Jonno stared into her eyes as if to ask if she had been tormented enough and was now ready for his taking of her in the only way that he had sought. All that had passed between them had been but a prelude.

Maria gripped his shoulders as he rose.

His arms tensed and Jonno's hands gripped the arms of the chair as she guided his inflamed flesh slowly and purposefully into her, saw how he watched his entry before a rousing rhythm began; her cries silenced by his snorting breaths of effort and subduing kisses.

There followed the lissom movements of his hips, his deepening thrusts and teasing withdrawal of his penis...the slick of sweat on their skins and what they shared excited her, their actions accompanied by the rhythmic creaking of the chair in time with their movements.

On yelps of fulfilment, she felt him burst within her, the leap of his flesh as she clung to him and forced the breath from her lungs in one final cry of consummation: any hope of prolonging these moments all in vain.

She had sought to share; Jonno had taken his pleasure. She had loved every moment of an uncomplicated fuck that lacked any finesse, just the consummation of their lust for each other.

You're a horny bastard, aren't you?'

Her taste...her smell...was on his face and lips as they kissed in acknowledgment of all that had passed so very quickly between them.

She was into him as much as he had been in her.

They had each been marked and they now felt like kindred spirits.

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