Marked

MARKED

On a backward glance and skittish laugh, she ran up the stairs, Lena shrugging off her studded leather jacket and tearing away her scarf.

'Not so fast! There's no place to hide... and I'll see to you!' Julien called out.

She knew it only too well.

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

It had been that way with her too.

'You'll have to find mine!' she laughed. 'They're for your eyes only!'

He claimed her; Julien held Lena's face in his hands and kissed her slowly before she parted her lips and deepening kisses followed. His fingers tugged at her clothes. She sought and then groped him, clamped her hand on the swell in his jeans. She was kept from pulling away.

'Soon... you may have your ways with me soon enough,' he whispered, the sound deep and, she knew from experience, controlling.

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

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

Lena grabbed for him and met no resistance to her claims. She worked his thick penis in a slow grasping tempo of her hands... to tug... squeeze... to tug harder... and squeeze for longer.

Julien brushed long fingers over her shoulders; they then swept languidly over the firm swell of her breasts, then onto her back, all the while offering no resistance to Lena's claims upon him.

'Kiss it... suck on it,' he soon urged breathlessly, haltingly.

Lena knelt down to oblige him, his hands in the tumble of her hair, slowing her rhythm until she could bear it no longer. She wanted all of him... to embrace him and to feel that length of flesh deep within her.

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

Julien soon lifted her to him as if she were but a rag doll, Lena's legs soon wrapped around his waist and she felt that large domed tip of his penis slide against her moist warmth, the lips of her cunt caressed in a way that inflamed her senses had her clawing at his skin as they kissed hungrily, noisily.

They stumbled into the bedroom.

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

'Like this,' he murmured against her lips before she sat with legs splayed wide. 'We do it like this... first.'

Julien knelt down between them and began 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 in... out... his mouth sucked upon her... tugged gently there, before moving up to her belly... down once more until it set a palpitating rhythm of lust and longing in her.

Lena pulled on his hair, encouraged Julien's touches to her breasts... her aching nipples... to the tattooed skin of her breastbone, then down again onto her belly... then down further... his progress all but in silence save for her soft moans of pleasure before he progressed as if paying homage. His appreciative murmurs were to be heard, his looking up at her met expectantly and she saw him offering a smile... his response to the soft sighs of acknowledgment of all that he did for her.

"Take me there!" she called out on a yelp of longing as he entered her... thrust deeper... and deeper... rocked his hips this way and that, moved from side to side with that deeply invasive penis.

She saw how feasted upon her with his eyes asher breasts jerked in response to his movements. He feasted on her with his eyes. They closed a little in pleasure and his tongue slid uncontrollably over his lips as he panted in effort.

She gripped his buttocks and stroked between them, felt his body jerk as she pushed two fingers inside him.

"I want to take you from behind," he gasped, the words gushing out of his mouth.

She now leaned on the arm so the chair and felt his fingers slide over her lips then enter her cunt after which he entered her again, his hard pole of flesh sliding deeper.

Julien heard her moaning out of the heavenly pleasure he now brought to her and the sounds that she made awakened the monster in him.

Yet he restrained himself for a moment, because she enjoyed it so much. But then he exploded, squirted his warm cum against your uterine wall. Lena climaxed over and over, seemingly in time with each of his reaming and deeply delving thrusts.

She twisted so that she could look into his eyes, a blissful smile on her lips.

'Come... take me!' she cried out as Julien stared into her eyes... as if to ask if she had not been tormented enough... had not been made 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.

She turned and was lifted into his arms as she was again made to sit down, Julien bearing his weight as he had done before, griping the cloth covered armrests.

She guided his inflamed flesh slowly and purposefully into her body again and 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... the thrust and withdrawal of his flesh... the slick of sweat on their skins... exciting her... the rhythmic creaking of the chair in time with their movements.

On yelps of fulfilment, she felt him burst within her again, the searing spurts of his climax, the leap of his flesh as she clung to him and forcing 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; Julien had taken his pleasure; she had loved every moment of it... an uncomplicated fuck. 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 on him as much as he had been in her.

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

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