Chapter 329: Mary’s First Time (R-18)

The fear was gone, and in its place was only a desperate longing to feel Mark close to her, to keep savoring his warmth and that touch she'd craved for so long.

Breathing unevenly, she reached her arms out to him and parted her legs, inviting him closer, to settle between them.

"Make me yours... please," Mary murmured.

Mark threw himself on top of her and kissed her with clumsy urgency.

The moment his lips crashed against Mary's, he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, seeking her tongue without giving her much time to react.

The kiss was messy, still heavy with the taste of alcohol.

Mary ended up kissing him back as her hands slid up Mark's shirt, found the buttons, and began undoing them one by one without pulling away from his mouth.

When she finished the last one, she pushed the fabric aside and Mark lifted himself just enough for her to slide the shirt off his shoulders.

The garment fell to the floor as he leaned back over her.

Mary then ran her hands down his torso until she reached his belt. Her fingers trembled a little as she took hold of the buckle, but she managed to unfasten it and pulled the strap free from the loops.

The kiss finally broke, and Mary used the pause to sit up halfway. She pulled her own shirt over her head and let it drop to the side before pushing her skirt and panties down together.

Meanwhile Mark remained sitting there, trying to get his pants off on his own. His fingers struggled with the button and zipper, clumsy from haste and alcohol.

For a second it looked like he was about to give up.

Mary could almost see the frustration on his face before he finally managed to free them.

Mark yanked his pants down with more impatience than coordination and somehow got them off, letting them fall near the edge of the bed before turning all his attention back to her.

"…You're beautiful," Mark murmured.

Then his hands moved down to Mary's small breasts, squeezing them carefully and brushing over the already hardened nipples.

But then he stopped and looked at her, a little confused.

"Rebecca… have you… lost weight?" Mark asked, his voice still thick with alcohol.

Mary felt a knot form in her stomach, but she nodded anyway.

"Y-yeah… a little."

She looked away for a moment, and when she spoke again her voice was full of insecurity.

"Don't you… don't you like the way I look?"

Mark immediately shook his head and went back to stroking one of her nipples with his thumb.

"I didn't mean it like that… your tits are still just as beautiful as always."

He leaned down and took one of her breasts into his mouth.

His tongue came first, hot and slow, circling the stiff nipple before trapping it between his teeth and beginning to nibble gently.

Mary let out a short moan she couldn't hold back.

Every time Mark bit down on her sensitive nipples she arched her back a little and moaned again, each sound longer than the last.

To him it was music.

Meanwhile Mary felt the heat spreading from her chest down between her legs. She noticed herself growing wetter, her pussy filling with that sticky, hot sensation that made her dig her fingers into the sheets.

Mark kept going for a while longer, moving from one breast to the other without hurry, playing with his tongue and teeth, lightly tugging on her nipples before licking them again.

When he finally pulled away, Mary's breathing was ragged and her head was spinning.

She looked down and saw Mark's cock. It was rock hard, a thin strand of precum glistening at the tip, twitching slightly with every beat of his heart.

Mary lifted her legs a little, exposing her pussy, and looked him in the face.

"Please… stop teasing… and put it in," she said, her voice broken. "I can't take it anymore…"

"Alright," Mark answered, settling between her thighs.

He took hold of his cock with one hand and guided it to Mary's entrance. He rubbed it first, sliding it up and down along her wet lips, coating himself, then tried to push in.

The head slipped in a little, then slid back out.

He tried again, pushing harder, but the alcohol made his movements clumsy.

His cock kept sliding to the side or pressing against her clit without fully entering. And every time he tried, he rubbed right where Mary was most sensitive.

Mary could only bite down hard on her lower lip.

The constant friction only made her more aroused. Her pussy throbbed, clenching and opening around nothing, desperately searching for something that still wasn't there.

Mark cursed under his breath, frustrated, and lined the tip up against her entrance once more.

This time it went in a little deeper, but not all the way. He rocked forward and back with short, imprecise thrusts, rubbing against her without managing to truly penetrate her.

Fed up with waiting, Mary lifted her hips, trying to help, but only succeeded in making his cock slip upward again, pressing harder against her clit.

"Shit…" Mark muttered, still trying without much success. "Wait… just… just give me a second."

Every failed thrust felt like torture to Mary's wet, aching pussy.

She was breathing through her mouth, her chest rising and falling quickly, waiting for the moment Mark would finally manage to push all the way in.

But after one last failed attempt, Mary's patience snapped.

She propped herself up a little on her elbows and reached down, wrapping her fingers around Mark's cock. She felt the heat and the pulse under the skin, and guided it herself to her entrance.

"Let me help you…" she whispered, almost voiceless. "Right here… push."

Mark let out a rough sigh when he felt her take control.

"Thank you… Rebecca… you're the best," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "I don't know what I'd do without you…"

"…"

Mary lifted her hips a little more and pushed forward at the same time he did, making the head sink in completely this time.

Then, with a more determined movement, the rest of his length slid into her in one single thrust.

"Ah!"