Surviving Brooklyn (Brooklyn Series Book 1) by Elizabeth York Page A

began to slowly lift up, and then crashed back down. I repeated this again and again.
    “Brooklyn!” Mark called out as I leaned back again and had him crashing into that rough patch behind my pussy. My walls vibrated with need as the intensity of the moment came to light. I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples through my wet shirt. 
    “Oh God,” I screamed as lightning descended around us. I should have been mortified that we were out in public. I should have been scared that we might get struck by lightning, but I wasn’t. I was never afraid of anything when Mark was with me.
    Mark sat up and pulled my soaked blouse off and pulled my bra down. He took one nipple into his mouth without warning. My head fell back and I moaned into the sky as the rain danced on my face. He wrapped one arm around my waist and showed me the pace he wanted. It wasn’t fast like the other times. It was slow.
    “I love the way you taste,” Mark declared, as he moved to my other breast.
    I was going to orgasm just from those words. I continued to ride him on home plate as he kneaded and caressed my breasts. At times, he even bit down on my neck and pulled my hair.
    “I love the way your skin turns rosy when you get turned on,” Mark whispered in my ear before he bit down on my neck again.
    I dug my fingers into his soaked clothes as I rode us higher and higher. My movements were growing sporadic as the need to climax increased.
    “Mark,” I called out and suddenly I was flipped onto my back. Mark was on top of me. He lifted my knees to hang over his forearms to get him deeper. Then he grabbed my ass and lifted my hips off the ground. I screamed and clawed at the ground as the new position had me squirming in ecstasy. I tried to pull off of him and he laughed.
    “Where are you going, Brooklyn? Don’t you want to finish what you started?”
    I shuddered as moisture flooded me. The rain was only adding to the intimacy of the moment. I needed him and would do anything at this moment to have him. He owned me in every possible way.
    “Yes, Mark, yes! Please…oh, God!”
    My orgasm stole my breath, my mouth parted. My veins breathed fire as blood coursed through them quickly. My heart expanded its beats as my pussy walls tried to implant Mark inside me forever. I clamped down on him and came with the intensity of the sun.
    I was sure my screams could be heard for blocks. I needed more, I needed less. I didn’t know, but I didn’t have to know because Mark was leading me through every crest that came. I shuddered and everything went dark.
    I opened my eyes to find my body completely on the ground and a hardened male still waiting to finish.
    “You all right?” Mark asked.
    “Um, I think so. What happened?” I asked.
    “You blacked out,” Mark replied with a caveman smile on his face.
    “Why?”
    “My guess would be the massive orgasm I just gave you. You know that G-spot never gets enough attention. Maybe I should play with it again.”
    My cheeks flamed and my skin turned a shade of crimson, but it didn’t last long as he began pushing in and out of me in a slow, methodical manner.
    I rubbed my hands through his wet hair. I pulled his lips down to kiss me. At first it was a light peck and he lifted off me to look down.
    He was gorgeous. The rain poured down around him and lightning shattered in the distance. The thunder rolled in sync with his pulsating cock. I was hopelessly in love with this man.
    “Brooklyn, when you look at me like that I want to wrap you in bubble wrap to keep you from getting hurt,” Mark whispered, before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
    “God, Mark, you fit me perfectly,” I murmured with no control over the words leaving my mouth.
    He looked down at me again and I saw the look on his face. The look that said he would never be with me, that this was the last time I would ever have him inside me. My words had somehow stolen the spontaneity of the moment and turned it into a