Mark pulled the fabric aside, tossing it carelessly onto the floor, and wasted no time in replacing it with his touch.
He slid his hands beneath her blouse, his palms cool against her heated skin as he reached up to cup her boobs. His thumbs circled the hardened peaks, his grip firm and possessive. Each ragged gasp she let out only served to make Mark even harder.
Mark didn't stop at the touch; he pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside before deftly sliding her skirt down her hips, leaving her exposed and trembling beneath him.
Stella tilted her back, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her skin. "Please," she groaned, her voice thick with a desperate hunger. "Mark, please... fuck me."
Mark stripped away the rest of her clothes, leaving her only in her lace panties. He leaned down, his weight pinning her gently to the mattress.
