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His lips were hard and reassuring, confident in the way they pulled her in, holding every bit of her attention on a rope and not letting go. He tasted of cinnamon and other spices, and when their tongues met, she lapped up every hint of it. The taste of Mark.

The heat in her body grew with each kiss, and her hands moved before she could process what she was doing. She started unbuttoning his shirt, placing her hands against his hot skin. His muscles rippled at her touch, and she ran her fingers through the valleys and crevices of his abs and pecs.

She'd never been with such a sexy man before. And now he was going to be her husband.

They hadn't talked about marriage yet ... but it was part of the deal. They were supposed to get married as soon as possible.

But married or not, that wasn't going to stop her from letting their bodies take control. She wanted him, and she couldn't hold back.

He kissed her harder, then drew back to help her take off his shirt. A second later, his gorgeous chest was completely bare. Their mouths crushed together again, gasping between long kisses fueled by their growing desperation.

"This is what you want?" Mark said against her mouth, his voice husky with need.

Instead of answering him, Jennifer pushed him back and down onto one of the benches. She lifted her plain t-shirt over her head, revealing her red bra to Mark's hungry eyes. He looked like he wanted to leap off the bench so he could touch her again, but instead he stayed put, seeming to enjoy the show as she then wriggled out of her shorts to show off her matching red panties.

The world outside of the little gazebo disappeared from Jennifer's mind. All there was left was just the two of them here in this space, the burning need inside of her. She wasn't leaving until she had her first taste of him.

She moved closer to him, pressing her knees against his. When he looked up at her, she saw all the things she wanted reflected back at her. They both breathed heavily, taking in their need with each breath. Their mouths attacked again when Jennifer made a move for his belt, all hot breath and tongues. She couldn't get enough of him.

While she unbuttoned him, she deliberately rubbed her palms against the bulge beneath his pants. He was rock hard, throbbing against her touch. She wanted to feel him in her hand, to make him moan until he turned into an animal. Beyond sensuality, right into need. Better yet, she wanted him inside of her. It had been so long since she last had sex, and now all of her body screamed at her as if to say that this was what she'd been waiting for, unknowingly: Mark.

His belt fell away, and then his pants, and boxers. She claimed him with her hand, his thick length burning in her palm as she stroked him, hard and long.

"Fuck," he groaned, arching back.

Mark's hands found her panties, slipping them down over her hips, his fingers slowly trailing down her thighs as he did. He brought his mouth to her stomach, kissing her belly button, nibbling lower, and lower, building up the heat inside her with each bite.

Her body arched back of its own accord, a rippling moan surging through her. Mark held her in place by putting a hand on the small of her back, and once her panties were on the ground, he nudged her forward. She lowered herself onto his lap, herknees into the cushion beside his hips. His hard cock rubbed against her folds as she swayed back and forth, feeling the whole length of him against her.

Mark buried his face in her neck, kissing the sensitive flesh, igniting the eternal flames inside of Jennifer. She pushed down harder against him, and he panted against her shoulder.

"You want me?" Jennifer murmured.

"More than anything," he said.

Jennifer's eyes fluttered shut, and Mark's hands wrapped around her. She arched back, lifting her hips to position him at her entrance before finally lowering herself. His thickness spread her open and plunged inside, filling her with pleasure more intense than anything she'd ever felt before. A moan bubbled up her throat and she leaned back, letting it free. Her whole body burned as if she injected fire into her bloodstream, but it was just Mark.

And the only way to satiate the flames was with more of him.

He filled her all the way up, and she rocked her hips so she could feel him inside every crevice of her being. As she did, Mark unhooked her bra and buried his face in her chest. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking her and sending another wave of pleasure through her. Hot and sizzling, her skin burned twice as hot wherever he touched her. Inside and out.

Mark pushed his hips up against hers, nudging himself deeper. He was so big she could have just sat on top of him like this, but she wanted more. While Mark entertained himself with her breasts, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing his face harder into her. His tongue swirled and pushed in tune with the movement of their hips, rocketing Jennifer's body with incredible pleasure.

Finally, she lifted herself up then moved down, riding those waves with her body. He throbbed inside her with each shift up and down, flooding her with a new form of intensity each time. She dug her nails into his scalp, tugging at his hair and suffocating him in her chest.

He gasped for air and drew his face up, searching for her mouth instead. When their lips touched, they sailed off to an island of pleasure, just the two of them. The landmass sprung up from their innate desire, the burning need that had grown inside them ever since they first met.

It was like the universe had been waiting for them to meet, and now, supernovas exploded inside them with each touch, caress, sigh. His hands sent fireworks dancing across her skin, lighting her up like a candle, a burning beacon above their island built for two.

Jennifer bounced on top of him, straining every muscle in her body to feel every last hint of pleasure possible. And then the fire licked the edges of their island, swirling deeper within, blazing up from their bodies. It came from within, coiling and pulsing with each thrust.

A surprised gasp escaped her, and she leaned forward, melting against Mark's body. Waves of burning fire raced through her, setting her on fire, eating her alive until at last she exploded. A rush of fire and heat coursed through her along with a cry of pleasure. Mark thrust up into her harder, pushing her up even when she lost the strength to move.

A world of white encased her, intensity far greater than anything she experienced before. Mark groaned into her neck, against her mouth, kissing every part of her until, at last, the world stopped spinning. She blinked her eyes open, but kept her arms tight around Mark's neck. He was her anchor. He had beenever since she got here to this strange place all the way across the country ...

Fuck, she felt amazing. Her body tingled all over with the rush of pleasure, and she never wanted it to go away.

With a satisfied sigh, she relaxed her hold on him—just a bit. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his earthy scent, taking deep pleasure in the simple feeling of his arms around her.