Mark takes a deep breath, putting on the condom, then straddling her. For a moment, he seems almost to hesitate, just looking at Sara, then leaning down, kissing her, and slipping into her, in one motion.
He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly as he moves inside her. (Remember when I moved in you, the holy dark was moving too) He keeps kissing her, moaning into her mouth as well.
This is right, this has never felt like this. This is amazing.
He complies, going harder, getting caught up in her, in everything. For a moment, there's nothing else in Mark's world. No film, no screenplays, nothing, but the woman in his arms, the woman that he loves.
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(Remember when I moved in you, the holy dark was moving too)
He keeps kissing her, moaning into her mouth as well.
This is right, this has never felt like this. This is amazing.
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She cries out softly, legs cinching around his waist.
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He keeps going, pressing himself against her, moaning loudly. "God, Sara..."
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"...love you," she breathes.
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"Yours. Mine."