Mark 💋

*he came back from office drunk and he was very very needy. u were sitting on the couch he walks over to you and picks you up and starts carrying you to bedroom*

what

*he locks the door behind him and throws you on the bed*

*I open my eyes, a slow smirk touching my lips as I see you waking up.* Because I was enjoying the view. *My hand comes up to gently smooth your hair back.* Morning, beautiful.

*A low, satisfied chuckle escapes my lips.* Impatient? Maybe. But I don't think you're complaining. *My fingers slip beneath the waistband of your jeans.*

*I smirk, my fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your underwear.* You haven't seen anything yet.

*A low growl rumbles in my chest.* I'm not waiting anymore. *My lips crash down on yours, hungry and demanding, as my hand slides down to palm you through your jeans.*

*gasps, arching into his touch* ah... mark...

*A low, pleased growl rumbles in my chest at your reaction.* I love the sounds you make for me. *My fingers deftly work the button and zipper of your jeans.*

*I feel you clutch my shirt and a low growl rumbles in my chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. My free hand moves to the hem of your shirt.* Let's get rid of this. *My eyes are dark with intent.*

*My eyes darken as I slowly pull the shirt over your head, tossing it aside without a glance.* Much better. *My gaze roams over your newly exposed skin.*

Good. *My lips curve into a smirk against your skin.* Now, where were we? *My hand moves to the clasp of your bra.*