She was sipping a Corona longneck and reading Things Fall Apart, by Chinua Achebe. Angie had on an aquamarine bikini and dark sunglasses. There was just he slightest trace of perspiration on her forehead, because the weather was almost perfect. She put the Corona down, picked up a small sweatband she had attached to her keys and wiped her forehead with it. She flicked back a little wisp of hair that had separated from her long brown ponytail.
Angie heard Mark's truck when it got close to her house. He had a an old Chevy step side. It was loud even when it had a good new muffler, which it didn't. She had told him she would be by the pool, so he walked through a gate at the side of the house and into the back patio and pool area. She drank in the sight of him as he came around the corner.
Mark was right around six feet tall and he had blonde hair. Angie like to run her fingers through it. She thought it was probably the softest hair she had ever touched. Before she met Mark she had really never thought specifically about anyone's hair before, and so she considered even more attractive since her appreciation of it was unique among all her experiences.
The twenty-seven year old walked over to the other Chaise lounge, right next to hers, and sat down on it gently. Angie had become very observant of the way he acted and carried himself. She contrasted what she noticed about Mark with other men. She had seen a lot of men plop down when they sat, or sit down awkwardly. Mark moved fluidly, and sat down just as fluidly.
Angie also noticed that when they were walking together in public Mark made almost no noise when he walked. It was something about the way he put his feet down on their outside edge, rolling from heel to toe. Angie thought about the fact that she was thinking about that and decided that she must be in deep trouble. There was a one hundred percent chance that she was falling in love with him.
"How long have you been out here?" Mark asked.
Angie admired the way he always eased his way into conversations the way he sat down in chairs. She flushed slightly from the candor of her thoughts. The had only been dating for 4 months. She knew she could be setting herself up for a big fall if he didn't feel as strongly about her as she did about him. She didn't let those thoughts spill into her words though.
"About an hour. I was actually considering going inside," Angie replied in a light hearted tone.
She sat up to get out of the Chaise lounge. She almost stopped when she saw the look on Mark's face, but then decided she would be better off near her alcohol. He looked very serious. She got up and walked into the house as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Mark followed her.
When Angie got inside and Mark closed the sliding glass door behind them, she turned and looked at him to see if she should be worried. One look told her she probably should be. Tears began to well up in her arms.
"What's wrong, Angie? Are you okay? What is it?" Mark asked her in one exhalation of concerned words.
"Are you going to break up with me, Mark?" she somehow got out, and a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What? No. I mean -- no. Why would you think that, Angie? What happened?"
"I don't know. You just look so serious, and I've been thinking a lot. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this, didn't want to do this. Oh, God, you probably think I'm a lunatic now," she got out before she began really crying.
Mark rushed across the distance between them and wrapped his long, muscular arms around her. He pulled her close to him and hugged her, putting his right hand on the back of her head so he could touch her hair. He kissed the top of her head and told her he loved her. Evangeline heard him. It was the first time he ever said it to her. Her sadness started lifting like a weight had been removed.
"Do you really love me?" she asked him.
"I love you more than anything, Angie. That's what I wanted to tell you. I've been in love with you. I don't know why I couldn't tell you before. I made you cry. Damn, that was the last thing I ever wanted to do."
"No, you didn't make me cry. I just get scared. I've been so stupid about guys. I always seem attracted to the ones that treat me like shit. It's like there's a sign on my back that says 'hurt me' or something."
Mark put a finger over her lips and then picked her up like she was light as a feather. She gave out a little squeal, and he picked her up a slightly higher so he could kiss her lips. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the mattress. It didn't even occur to Angie that he hadn't asked if he could do that, and it definitely didn't enter her mind to say no.
Mark took off his sandals and sprawled out on his right side, his face close to hers. Angie looked into his big, blue eyes and nearly lost herself. There were little flecks of gold and green in them. She thought she could see him behind the irises, his wit and soft spoken words being born just inside those windows to his soul. She bounced and rolled slightly so she was just short of being on top of him.
Mark looked into her eyes, slightly puffy from having cried just a couple of minutes earlier. She looked flushed, some of which as the time spent in the sun. The other part of it had everything to do with them being in bed together.
Angie kissed him for a couple of seconds, just pressing her lips to his. She felt his tongue touch her lips, but she didn't let it in. She pulled away for a second and looked into his eyes again, then climbed all the way on top of him. She was straddling him as she kissed him again. This time she slipped her tongue into his welcoming mouth, and both their tongues came together in a little oral dance. The sounds they were making were sloppy, and a little drop of saliva was left in the corner of Mark's mouth as she pulled away.
Mark reached down and unbuttoned his khaki shorts. Angie sat up into the straddle position and then moved over to the side to help him get his shorts and underwear off. He shed the shirt very quickly. She sucked in air in the faintest of little whistles as his manhood came free of the clothing.
Angie had always thought the male genitals were not pleasant to look at, but something about Mark's struck her as beautiful. She didn't know what it took to make a circumcision excellent, but she figured it would have to be what Mark had. It looked exactly like she imagined the perfect penis would look like. There was a pronounced ring of flesh around the top, making the head just slightly larger than the shaft before it tapered down. It made her mouth water.
She sprawled halfway across his legs, propped on her left arm and facing him. She tucked her knees up close to his hip while he just lay there on his back. She took his hard cock in her right hand, which further increased it's rigidity. She could feel the dorsal vein pulsing to the rhythm of his heart beat. She stroked him softly and gently.
Mark laid on his back watching her and looking content, for a little while. When Angie could tell he was about to lose patience she leaned forward and licked him. She could feel him tense slightly. She had been experimenting with his reactions the past few times they had made love, because she really wanted to be too good for him to leave. Angie had no idea how deeply he had fallen for her.
She took him in her mouth, which made him groan. For the next few minutes she played with him, sucking and licking to gauge his reactions. Angie decided she would become good at what he liked very soon. Mark wasn't the sort of guy who wanted to keep all the pleasure and fun to himself.
When Mark begin pulling away from her and sitting up Angie's heart rate increased a little. She got excited, because allowing Mark to make love to her was a mind blowing experience. There had been a few times when they made love that she thought she might die from the intensity of the orgasm. Angie couldn't wait to die if it was going to feel like that. That was one of the funny little thoughts that flew through her mind as she replaced Mark as the person laying back.
It took Angie about two seconds to lose the bikini. Mark moved on top of her into the missionary position. Angie reached down and guided him into her aching, slippery pussy. She gasped as he pushed until he was all the way inside her. She had never really attempted to judge how big he was. She knew that it seemed really big before he was inside her, and even bigger after he was.
Mark started rocking against her hips with enough force to pick her bottom up off the bed ever so slightly. When he did that it not only forced him deeper into her, but it also ground her clit against his pelvis. The combination was decimating her self control.
Angie found the most maddening part of the pleasure was that he would slow down almost to a stop, removing the contact from her most sensitive surface region. While he went slow he would slide himself in and out of her about four inches at a time, teasingly. She didn't know if it was the act of teasing her that was doing he number on her head and body, or if it was the idea that he wanted to tease her that was driving her crazy. She didn't really care, but she knew that she needed him to do it harder and faster.
Angie reached her hands down from where they had been scratching him on his back and grabbed his buns. There were very muscular, and grabbing them made her upper lip quiver almost imperceptibly. She attempted to force him to do what she wanted by pulling him in closer, but he resisted. That's when she knew he was doing it on purpose. She made a pitiful moaning sound.
"Do you want me to do it harder, baby?" he asked her.
"Yes, please," she answered.
"Please what?"
"Please do it harder. Please do it deeper too."
"Say pretty please," Mark continued tormenting her.
"Pretty please... with a cherry on top... pretty please."
"Pretty please what?" he asked again.
"God, Mark, just fuck me. Fuck me, please. I can't stand it."
That was all Mark needed to hear. He began pistoning his full length in and out of her. He had to really pull back to get the tip almost all the way out, and then he would slam it all the way into her. He wasn't doing it all that hard, but it was enough that Angie thought she might pass out. He started doing it faster and faster. The action tore a long moan out of Angie that turned into a near scream during the seconds it hung on in the air.
A consciousness bending orgasm ripped through her after about two minutes. Her body started to shake, beginning at her toes and moving it's way up to her brain. She quivered and trembled violently as Mark continued mastering her.
Just when Angie thought she wasn't going to be able to take it long enough for him to come, he did. She felt the liquid spurt inside her. He was shaking too, by that time. She figured he must be kind of worn out. She reasoned that the service he had just performed for her, for them, had to take a lot of energy. She was right.
Mark tried to climb off of her, but Angie wouldn't let him. She squeezed him tight to her for a long time. They were both drenched in sweat. She didn't let him go until he had gone completely soft inside her. Before that she wrote "Evangeline loves Mark" with the sweat on his back. Or at least that's what she tried to write. It was true too. Evangeline did love Mark.
[proofing after first publish]
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