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A gasp catches in her throat –– so soft and hitched that it nearly resembles a choked up moan. Post coital aftershocks elicits tremors throughout her body, her mouth’s hung open and tears sting in the back of her pupils, fogging her vision. Her eyes stare down at Mark, blinking through her blurry vision to gauge a look down at him.
He’s completely wrecked; his eyes are half-lidded, glossed over around the pupils, his face is flushed from its normal pallor now colored in a tinted rosy hue, sweat’s slick all over his face and body, and his chest convulsed as he gaped unevenly through his parted lips still trying to catch his breath. His fingers flex and tighten their hold on her hips when she falls forward, sprawling herself across his body.
She could hear the loud cacophony of his heartbeat pounding against her ears.
It’s quiet for a moment sans the conjoined sounds of their labored breathing and the murmuring voices that bypass her occupied dorm. Mark’s fingers tentatively brush over her spine, gentle in their caress as he used her skin as his canvass tracing idle patterns.
Mark’s touch is gentle everything about him is gentle. Albeit it was both of their first times, he let Amber reign in control; succumbing mercilessly to her murmuring words as she instructed him on her pleasures, with him making inward notes of reminders when she would dig her fingernails harder onto the headboard and toss her head back exclaiming breathy yes’s when he’d comply to her harder and faster pleads.
He was gentle and caring, blushing furiously at the sight of her breasts when she shrugged out of her bra and when she stood to her feet to shimmy out of her pants and underwear, he stared at her wide eyed and in awe making any nervousness she would’ve felt with anyone else immediately dissipate.
Because the way Mark looked at her was a way that she knows couldn’t be reciprocated; it was full of enamor and adulation and just being there in the moment with him looking at her like that made Amber feel safer than she’s ever felt. Lack of experience on both of their behalf made it awkward but that awkwardness was immediately replaced with unbridled pleasure the more familiar they became with each other’s bodies.
Mark was attentive and caring through it all, though still ensuing enough suavity that made it sexy. The guttural groans, the way he bit down roughly on his lip to stifle the noises from bleeding through the terribly thin walls, how his eyes rolled to the back of his head as she moved on top of him, how he murmured her name so throatily and visceral –– all of it was purely enough for Amber to realize that having sex with Mark was her new favorite thing.
“You okay?” The question’s murmured in her hair as he’s got his mouth pressed against the top of her head, placing gentle kisses on it.
His fingers finds her hipbones, brushing over the sinuous jut.
She hums, tiredly rubbing the heel of her palm over her eyes as she nods. “I’m okay.” She assures him, turning her head so that she’s able to meet his shy gaze. “You?”
He gestures a nod, still sheepish in his approach. And he’s so fucking adorable that it hurts.
“Was it…I mean did you…?” He stutters incoherently through broken off sentences, though Amber’s perceptive enough to know exactly what he’s asking. And she has to resist the urge of giving him a bewildered look because how could he possibly think otherwise when her body reacted like that?
But she refrains, upon noticing the apprehension still stretched across his facial features. “Sorry,” He huffed, shaking his head and giving her a solemn smile like he’s suddenly embarrassed for asking. “I don’t know why I’m being so weird,” He gestures a hand around airily, the smile still’s tight and blatantly fake as it lacked the mirth that’s usually there when he smiles at her and it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Mark,”
His eyes finds hers when grabs at his chin and tugs it downward so that they’re at eye level. She leans forward and brushes a kiss against his mouth, pecking feverishly at his lips until he’s reciprocating the kiss back. She feels his body relax at her touch, his trepidation suddenly gone.
He flutters his eyes open, staring adoringly at her. “I just want to know if it was good for you,”
“It was. You’re a very receptive lover and a quick learner,” His blush deepens much to Amber’s amusement. “I don’t have much to compare it to but I would say you set an incredibly high standard,” She whispers against his mouth; smiling when she feels the upward turn of his own lips.
His heart swells when she looks at him — the realization dawns upon him suddenly. He loves her; he was exponentially and deeply in love with his girlfriend. It wasn’t the post sex stupor either, it’s the feeling that stirs in his belly when she looks at him and the way she makes her feel and how he thinks about her annoyingly every minute of every day when they’re not together that makes him realize it.
Mark’s never been in love before but he knows this is exactly what it feels like. Because his feelings for Amber defied the dictionary’s definition of like; it was more prevalent and visceral and real. This is what love feels like. It’s what read about in books and sees in the movies that he watches –– it’s undeniable and festering so much inside of him that it builds up in the back of his throat and nearly spills out of his mouth.
He swallows it back down.
This couldn’t be the moment he tells her he loves her. It had to be more spontaneous than in bed covered in sweat and other body fluids.
“What are you thinking about up there?” Amber’s voice retracts him from his thoughts. He looks down at her and smiles, he’s so pathetically in love with her that it hurts –– she’s undoubtedly the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen.
“You, as always.”
“Me?” Amber muses, intrigued. “And what exactly is it about me that has you in such a deep concentration?” She salaciously invoices, sitting in an upright position so that she was straddling his lap.
The sheets slide down her body, now pooling in a bunched up swathe around her hips. She crawls up his body, scooting up just enough to where he feels her brushing against him again. His throat clicks as he shivers at the friction and his body’s reacting immediately.
Amber hums amusedly, leaning forward to kiss him again. “Already, huh?”
“Perks of dating a superhero.” Mark says cheekily before he’s grabbing her by the waist and flipping them over so that he’s the one that’s halfway sprawled on top of her as she writhed mercilessly beneath him.
“Mark…” She moans, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as pleasure spreads through every crevice of her body.