Thank you for taking the time to read this story.
Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance.
Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, noted, but I guess I like to know why people act and feel like they do.
This is actually the second half of the chapter. I didn't want to kill the site admins by dumping all of it at one time.
Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be left through my profile.
Thanks again, TNC
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Mark's eyes popped open, cold sweat covering him as the dream remained. He supposed wanting to snap Chad's head off was understandable, but the graphic nature of the dream scared him with the way he had reveled in the destruction. He'd had the same type of dreams after his mom died and they weren't any easier the second time around. He started thinking of the house renovation and felt his pulse slow. He was thinking about the specifics of the additions as he drifted back off.
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Mark rinsed them both off again and slipped out of the shower to get towels. After drying off, he turned off the water and wrapped Vanessa in the thick robe that came with the room and picked her up and carried her to bed.
The bedroom had a set of doors like those in the living room and Mark opened them to let the sensations of the ocean wash in. The glass panels here had retractable curtains that allowed for an unobstructed view of the stars when pulled back. The effect was like floating in the middle of the ocean under a blanket of stars.
"Mark, I don't know what to do, teach me how to please you, please."
"You have been for the last nine months, Ness. Just being in the same room with you pleases me. Knowing that you want to be with me even knowing what's inside pleases me. When you touch me, it thrills me more than I can describe. I guess what I'm trying to say is, there isn't a wrong answer, sweetheart, and we'll just learn together." Mark said and kissed her.
Vanessa slid the robe off and rolled on top of Mark, her thighs against his ribs, as she leaned down to kiss the lips that had captivated her. She teased his tongue with hers, drawing it past her lips and sucking it, pulling a moan from her lover. She answered with one of her own as she felt his hands gliding over her back, settling on her ass. Shifting her hips to get more pressure from his hands caused his cock to slip between her cheeks, drawing a moan from both of them.
Vanessa reached back to feel Mark's rapidly swelling cock and felt a bit of fear, something that he didn't miss.
"What's wrong, baby?" Mark asked.
"What are his guidelines, and what if he won't fit?" she said.
"Let's see. No sharp pointy things, no fire or electricity and no ceiling fans. Ummm, yup, I think that covers it. And if he doesn't fit, then we'll figure that out when we get there," Mark said into the giggles that had overtaken Vanessa.
"Shoot, I was really hoping to use the fan I packed too, party pooper. Now what do I do?" Vanessa asked with a semi-serious tone.
"First, you come up here and kiss me and then I figure that it will work itself out. My only rule is that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Mark finished and pulled her into another gentle kiss.
Vanessa lost herself in the flood of sensations that she was experiencing. The combination of Mark's kisses and the way his hands caressed her skin pulled a steady stream of sighs from her. Going on instinct, she started trailing kisses down Mark's body, following much the same route as he had on her earlier in the shower. She stopped and looked up into his eyes, his desire shining through as he let Vanessa explore.
Spinning around, Vanessa settled her knees around Mark's head and lowered her dripping pussy onto his talented mouth, groaning as she felt his tongue working its magic. She took a second to study the throbbing cock in front of her. The head was a deep purple and had a stream of fluid leaking from it. She reached out and held it lightly, its firmness and warmth surprising her. When she tried to wrap her fingers around it, they missed touching by close to a half inch, and she could put both hands around it and still have some left peeking out at the top.
Vanessa was pretty sure that Mark's cock was bigger than normal, but had nothing to compare it to. She took a tentative lick and tasted the pre-cum, fully expecting it to taste bad. She had heard a few girls saying how nasty it was and couldn't disagree more. Maybe it was because it was his, but the taste just made her want more, and she started running her tongue over the head searching. Mark was groaning into her pussy as she started trying to fit him in her mouth.
She fit the head in her mouth and slid her lips down as far as she could before pulling back to nibble the crown. If porn movies were any indication she should be able to get more than half into her mouth without gagging. She tried again only to learn that she was NOT a porn star as her eyes watered and her gag reflex almost made her barf on Mark. She was pretty sure barf would be a downer and settled for what had seemed to be working, going back to licking and nibbling.
Mark was in heaven. He had his hands full of Vanessa's ass and a face full of her pussy and could do nothing but groan and bite his lip trying to hold back his imminent orgasm. Box scores and engine rebuilds had failed, and he had resorted to thinking about calculus, maintaining a fingernail's width grip on his trigger. What she didn't have in technique she made up with her devotion and her desire to please him. When he heard her gag, he pulled her head up and rested it on his thigh, rubbing her back until she recovered.
Mark tipped his head back when he felt her renew her "lollipop" approach. Just having her that close to his cock was almost enough to make him cum, but having her tongue caressing the head had him digging his fingernails into his palms and biting on his lip.
"Ness, if you keep that up I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, baby, that's so good," Mark said as he looked over her thigh and saw the look of lust filling her gaze as she looked his way.
Vanessa felt her pulse pounding as she heard Mark telling her about the pleasure she was giving him. Another piece slid into place in her mind and she realized that she needed to please him, and, if she pleased him, then it pleased her.
Mark's eyebrows climbed when Vanessa rolled off of him. He reached for her legs thinking she wanted his tongue again but stopped when she lay on her side, opened her legs and presented her body for his pleasure. He drank in her beauty again and rolled on his side, leaning in to kiss her pussy, but stopped when Vanessa shook her head.
