To Mark or Not to Mark

Soft moans escaped Max’s mouth as I knelt in the shower and took his length into my mouth. This was hardly the first time I had taken the time to give my undivided attention to a lover, but it had never happened that I’d wish to make someone mine in more ways than just as a bed-partner. To take Max as a true mate, was what I really yearned for, but could not have. It left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth.

If I could mark him as my mate and keep him with me for the rest of his life, I would do it in a heartbeat. I, unfortunately, can’t, so making him feel as good as this, then I shall do what I can. I glance up to watch his face as his expressions shift from sweet pleasure to pure lustful passion.

I can feel his fingers kneading through my strands of hair, tugging at it every so often. Now that he is allowing me to do these things to him, he has stopped making a fuss over us being intimate like this.

Knowing he is enjoying this, but wanting him to feel more pl