Author: UTsSQ
Rated: NC17

Her room was dark when he let himself in with the key she'd given him.

At three in the morning, of course it would be dark. Kara was probably sleeping, curled on her side, pillow clutched against her. He'd seen her do it enough to know it was her preferred sleeping position.

Too late to back out now. It had taken him most of the night to screw up the courage to get this far. If she rejected him, she rejected him. But he had to know. 

He shut and locked the door behind him and stood just inside the room, blinking his eyes so they'd adjust to the dark. He could make out the vague outline of the bed, the dresser with the television on top of it, the small table and chair in the corner. 

The bed was covered in shadow. He couldn't tell for sure if she was even there, let alone if she was sleeping. 

"You gonna stand there all night?"

Her soft voice startled him, making him jump. "Thought you'd be sleeping." His own voice was barely above a whisper. 

"Couldn't sleep. I was wondering if you were going to show or not." He heard the rustle of the bedclothes as she shifted. "Well?"

Mark stepped slowly forward. "I still don't know why I'm doing this."

"Because you need it. So do I, for that matter..." Kara's voice was husky, low. It brought a sweet ache to his stomach. 

He hesitated then tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. "This is wrong."

"I know."

He had a few moments when it seemed as if his belt had taken on a life of its own, fighting him as he tried to get it off. Finally he tugged the buckle free, sliding the zipper of his jeans down with it. "You sure about this?"

"Yes..." He sensed more than saw her sit up, and jumped a little when he felt her fingertips graze the smooth skin of his belly. Just that little bit of skin on skin sent a shiver down his spine. 

He pushed his jeans off his hips, kicking his shoes off as he did, then stood there naked for a few more seconds. Time enough to back out, if that's what he wanted.

But he didn't want to back out. He wanted this woman, damn it. They'd known each other for almost two years, had become friends. She'd flirted and teased and driven him nuts wondering if it was just an act. And now...

She'd moved back to her side of the bed, waiting expectantly for him. Mark finally moved, sinking down onto the bed, then stretching out next to her. He hadn't been this damn nervous since...well...hell, the first time he'd ever done this. And that was a hell of a long time ago. 

Kara sensed it. She slid closer to him, although she did not touch him yet. He could feel the heat from her body though. His hands twitched in anticipation of touching her. 

"Wow, here's something I never thought would happen."

"What's that?" He was surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded. 

"Naked Taker in my bed." 

It surprised him into a laugh. The laugh caught in his throat and became a moan when he felt her hand come to rest on his thigh, inches away from the part of him that ached the most. She trailed her fingers in a small circle then drew another low moan as her fingertips grazed his already hard shaft. 

"Hmm..." She shifted closer, pressing her body against his side. Mark closed his eyes, wondering if it would be possible to come from that little amount of contact. "Seems like somebody is ready, anyway."

Ready was an understatement. He fought the urge to just roll over and pin her to the bed, using his superior weight and size to take what he wanted, to bury himself inside her. Instead of that he took a shuddery breath and waited to see what she wanted to do next. 

His eyes fluttered open when she took his hand in hers and led it down to his groin. He felt the smooth hot skin of his cock against his palm. Of all the places he expected her to want him to touch...

"It's kind of dark in here," Kara said softly. holding his hand still against his body. "So I can't really see. But I would love to feel you touch yourself, Mark."

It was an odd request, one he had never heard before, but how the hell could he say no? He slowly wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock and felt her hand loosely grip his. He moved up and down the length once, twice, sucking in a sharp breath when Kara's fingers entwined with his so she could feel what he was doing. 

"That's it baby..." She murmured, wiggling a bit closer. Mark could feel her breasts pressing against his arm, her breath warm on his shoulder. "Did I ever tell you about this oral fixation I have?"

"Oh God..." Just the thought of her mouth on him gave Mark a jolt. 

Kara laughed low in her throat. "Mmm...but it's kind of a special thing."

"Special?" Mark managed to grate out between clenched teeth. His fingers tightened around his shaft as he pumped it through his fist. 

"Well...It's not always a fixation. But all I've been able to think about since we met is how it would feel to have your cock in my mouth."

"Oh..." A long, drawn out moan was his only response. 

" I get to live out that little fantasy?"

Did she expect him to say no? 

"Whatever you want, I want to give to you..." He said huskily.

Kara slowly sat up, letting go of his hand. She moved until she was kneeling between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs. Mark stopped stroking himself and waited, holding his breath.

He felt her shift then had to bite back a yelp as her tongue darted out and traced a hot wet line from the root to the tip of his engorged cock. She dropped a soft kiss directly on the head, then parted her lips and took the crown inside. 

Mark's hips strained up off the bed, but Kara pressed her hands against him, holding him still. She ran the flat of her tongue over the head of his cock, circling it, flicking it over the hard ridge of skin where the head met the shaft. Mark groaned and reached down, burying his hands in her hair, straining at the urge to pump into her mouth. 

Kara slid one hand down and cupped his balls, tracing them delicately with her thumb. Then she opened up and took a little more of him into her mouth, sucking on his sensitive flesh. At Mark's heated growl of approval, she released him and moved her hand again until she was stroking his cock through her fist. A drop of pre-come formed, lubricating him a bit so that her hand moved more freely. She slowly ran her tongue across the crown, then stopped to lick her lips.

"You taste good..." Her voice had taken on a more husky tone. Before he could begin to think of an answer, she had lowered her head again, this time to take as much of his length into her hot wet mouth as she could.

She moved slowly at first, letting herself get used to his size. Her hand matched the movement of her mouth, sliding up and down his shaft in unison, creating more friction. There was no way she could control his movements now. He was too far lost in the feel of her mouth on him to be able to hold back. His hips thrust upward repeatedly in time with her sucking, stroking movements. Already he could feel the tightening in his lower stomach, in his cock, that signified his imminent release.

With a wordless growl he reached down and grabbed her arms, yanking her roughly up the length of his body. She released his cock with an pop from the broken suction. He ignored her sound of protest as he brought her face to face with him. He tangled one hand into her hair, forcing her mouth down onto his in a deep, penetrating kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, stealing her breath, as he crushed her body against his. 

She was wiggling against him, trying to straddle his waist, but he wasn't having any of it. "Get up here..." He growled out, voice rough with urgency.

"Up where?" She managed to asked, panting.

"My turn to taste you..." He was still pulling her up his body. Kara finally decided to help, shifting over him and moving forward a bit. She cried out as he lifted his head off the pillow and caught one of her nipples in his mouth as she held herself above him.

The sensitive bud grew hard against his tongue, and her mewls of pleasure sent what felt like electricity through his body. He favored one nipple, then the other, sucking, biting gently, licking, tweaking with his fingers...until her breath was coming in short hard gasps. He could feel her lower body moving in time with his rhythmic sucking, and could not wait to taste her any longer. 

He released her nipple and kissed a trail down her stomach, hands cupping her ass and pulling her toward him. Kara ended up straddling his head, knees planted into the pillow on either side of him, hands braced on headboard of the bed. 

Her scent surrounded him now. Mark closed his eyes and inhaled, then flicked his tongue out. Testing. One big hand slid between her legs, gently spreading her open. He tugged her closer, then opened his mouth in a full assault of her wet center. Tongue and fingers sliding, tracing, stroking, he explored every curve and crevasse, every fold. When his tongue brushed her clit Kara cried out, reaching down to tangle her fingers into his hair. Pointing his tongue he teased her sensitive bud. It throbbed against his lips as he sucked on it, and she gasped and cried out his name.

"Mark..." she was pulling away from him. He tightened his grip, moaning in disappointment when she managed to break free. "I need you to be inside me when I come, baby..."

Mark groaned at the thought of feeling her body surrounding him, then groaned even louder as she moved sinuously against him, straddling his waist. She slowly positioned herself over him, letting his cock brush the moist opening between her legs. The head of his cock jerked up in anticipation; apparently it was what she had been waiting for. With a loud moan of acceptance, she drove herself down on his cock, taking all of him in one smooth, hard thrust.

Mark gripped her hips and began to grind against her, surprised when she grabbed his hands and tugged them away. "You just lie back. Let me do it..." 

Kara raised his arms and pinned his hands on the pillow on either side of his head. Then she began to rock her body against his in short motions, rubbing her clit hard against his pubic mound. It was all Mark could do to hold himself still as liquid heat seemed to fill his entire body. She was tight, wet, her body clinging to his, milking him. Gritting his teeth, moaning, he asserted massive control, waiting for her.

Kara's movements changed, sped up, as she rode him. Instead of the grind she was using short, sharp strokes, her breath puffing out in little moans of pleasure as her orgasm built inside her. With a wordless cry, she suddenly stiffened and drove back as hard as she could, taking his full length deep inside her body. Mark arched into her, feeling her walls grip him as her climax washed through her body in wave after wave of intense pleasure. 

Panting, Kara semi-collapsed against him, releasing his hands. Mark felt her contracting against his cock, as aftershocks flooded her body. He lowered his hands to her hips again, this time seeking his own pleasure. Kara cried out in pleasure as he drove up from the bed, pumping into her, as he held her steady in a tight grip. He was already on the edge...he would not be able to hold back any longer. 

Her body still reacting to the first orgasm, Kara actually screamed out this time as another shockwave went through her body. Mark's groan mingled with her cry as his climax hit him, snapping his hips up from the bed as he spilled himself into her for what seemed like an eternity. His body finally relaxed back down onto the bed and he said her name in a choked whisper. It was all he could manage. 

Mark cradled her against his chest, eyes closed, savoring the feel of their bodies still entwined. Kara stirred against him, dropping a kiss in the center of his chest. 

"I'm sorry..." Mark finally said when he trusted his voice enough to speak. 

Kara lifted her head. "For?"

"Don't know what got into me. Wanted it to last a little longer." He shrugged. 

"Guess that's what we get for holding out for so long," Kara said with a laugh. She kissed his chest again then sighed and settled against him. "Next time we'll go for endurance. This time was all about need."