Chp. 22

*** Mark ***

Mark did not hear the first two knocks. He was lost in a world of he and Solana. In this world, his hands and tongue explored every inch of her while she moaned his name again and again. He was doing all kinds of things to her and she was returning the favor. Oh, how she lifted her hips to receive every thrust. In his mind, Mark rode her snug, slick depth to unimaginable heights until he could climb no further. He felt himself free-falling back to reality when he heard the knock.

He stared at the door, head laid back, and panting, unwilling to get up.

The knock came again, making him impatient. "Who is it?"

"I brought your clothes."

Right. He'd asked her to help him earlier when he ran out of the laundry room to hide the boner.

"Ok. Be right there."

What if he opened the door and took her in his arms? Mark thought as he continued to stare at the door. He argued that there was nothing wrong with them getting a taste of each other. Again. Just one more time. But again, he