Chapter 4: Saturday Morning

This time it was Trisha who woke first. The sun was out, but it was still pretty early for a Saturday. She smiled as she remembered all that had happened over the past twenty-four hours. She almost didn't mind getting hurt, since it gave her a reason to find Mark's embrace again. Trisha was careful as she moved on the bed. Somehow, the two had ended up spooning after they last fell asleep. She couldn't help but feel Mark's morning arousal pressing against the back of her leg. Part instinctively, part mischievously, Trisha started to press her bottom against Mark's body. Once she was sure he felt her movement, Trisha feigned sleep and leaned on her stomach away from him as he let out a soft groan and began to move. Soon enough, she felt a slight pressure on her back and a warm breath near her ear.

"I know you are awake, minx, so it's best you stop playing possum. Did you wake me up for a reason?" He teased as he kissed and nipped her earlobe. Normally, Mark didn't go for that kind of playful behavior, especially so early in the relationship, but with Trisha, it just felt natural.

"I don't know what you mean," Trisha pleaded innocently while letting out a fake yawn. "I must have had an itch on my back I was trying to get scratched in my sleep!" She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this playful, but she really enjoyed the feeling.

"Is that all you need scratched?" Mark offered, again kissing her neck and then lifting onto his elbow. He started to scratch Trisha's back, but she kept re-directing him to different spots. Unknowingly, she had directed his hand down to her waist where a small patch of her bare skin peaked out from under her shirt.

Concerned at first that he would scare Trisha, Mark kept his hand still on her exposed skin. When he felt secure that she was welcoming his touch, he gently started to scratch her back again. A smile lit his face as he heard Trisha let out a low moan. Mark was feeling a little frustration with only being able to travel so far up her back, being hindered by her shirt. Before Trisha could object, Mark had lifted her shirt off her back and over her head. As she lifted her torso to help him remove her shirt, she felt his strong hand gently keep her still.

"Not yet," he whispered in her ear. "Just lie down and relax." There was nothing Trisha could do but lay back down on her stomach with her shirt still covering her arms and her front and allow Mark to have his way with her back. Mark paused and closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. He needed to be in control, for Trisha's sake. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her or frighten her.

Mark allowed his fingernails to gently scrape Trisha's skin, starting from her shoulders and moving down her back to her waist. As he continued to move slowly, he would occasionally hear a low moan from Trisha, usually followed by a little squirming or adjusting under his strokes. As soon as his hand reached the waist of her pants, Mark would make his fingers trail up her back, using a similar stroke. He continued this gentle scratching for a couple of minutes. After that, he used the pads of his fingers to gently caress her back, always following a similar pattern and path. Periodically, Mark would bend over to place a kiss, lick or affectionate nibble on Trisha's ear or neck. He tried very hard to keep the rest of his body away from her. He knew that if he allowed himself to stretch out over Trisha's body, he would have no will-power. But right now, Mark wanted this morning to be for Trisha. After all he had watched her go through over the past months, he wanted to please her and allow her to relax and trust in him.

After he finished rubbing Trisha's back, Mark was almost convinced that he had put her to sleep. Her moans had become quiet and her squirming all but non-existent. With a gleam in his eye, Mark leaned down and kissed and sucked Trisha's ear lobe. Then he continued using just his mouth on Trisha's back. He kissed, nibbled and licked her back, following the same pattern his hands had just followed. He was encouraged when he began to hear moans coming from Trisha and he felt her breathing quicken. After he had traveled from her waist back up to her shoulders, he extended his tongue and licked a trail slowly down her spine and back up again. As he finished his trail, he felt Trisha stiffen under him and heard her let out a low, continuous groan.

"That's it, baby," he said, just loud enough for her to hear. "Let it go for me." If Mark had read the signs correctly, Trisha had had an orgasm just by his caresses and kisses on her back; maybe not a big one, but one that allowed her some release. As Trisha relaxed, Mark moved his body to gently cover her. His arm snaked under her waist and he held her for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. Finally, Trisha recovered and moved a little under him.

"You okay, Trish?" Mark asked, as he moved a little off of her.

"That was amazing," she sighed as she snuggled back closer to him.

"Yes, it was," replied Mark as he reluctantly helped her right her shirt. "By the way, why do you wear these over-sized shirts?"

"First off," Trisha began, with a smile, turning to look at him, "it's for motivation - they used to fit!" Then, she turned more serious. "Also, I don't think it's appropriate for me to wear form-fitting clothes or lingerie around the house with teen-age boys around, do you? Besides, I don't have the body for anything like that, yet."

Mark couldn't help but let out a grumble with Trisha's last statement. He knew women were self-conscious about their weight, but he was already getting tired of Trisha putting herself down for it. "You look fine!" he declared. "Not every man goes for the anorexic stick that most models turn into. I, personally, like my women to have some meat on them; I don't have to worry so much about breaking her. Now, I don't want to hear anything more from you if you're going to keep putting yourself down! Time to get up." He needed to get distracted or he would keep her in bed all day trying to prove to her how beautiful she looked to him. He was out of the bed and picking Trisha up to take her to the bathroom before she could voice a protest.

Last night's rain had dawned to a nice sunny day. All during breakfast, Mark was watching Trisha and slowly trying to formulate a plan to let her know just how sexy and sensual she could be. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he intended to try. Mark helped Trisha get some chores done around the house, doting over her so she would stay off her ankle as much as possible. As they worked, they talked and goofed around; Mark realized he was actually having a good time doing household chores! But then, he concluded, he was with Trisha, so that would explain his enjoyment.