"Mark, bring the hamper out," Lesley ordered as she danced happily around in the deserted open field.

He rolled his baby blue eyes as he span on his heel and retrieved the expensive object from the boot of his black jeep. It was the middle of June, for once he wasn’t working with the band and he had wanted to spend the day alone with his girlfriend of two years. Lesley’s gem green eyes contrasted brightly against the brown tones of her long hair.

"Set it up over here Mark," she called out bossily.

He sighed beginning to feel agitated. Mark dropped the hamper huffily as he looked down at Lesley. The sweet chirping of the innocent birds only pissed him off more.

"Anything else you want me to do, your highness?"

The sarcasm dripped from his words as his cold blue eyes looked solidly down into hers. For a second Lesley was taken aback with the harshness of his words.

"Don’t be like that Marky," she began, attempting to slide her arms around his waist.

Mark huffed and stood his ground.

"My name’s Mark, I’m not a child you know."

He refused to look at her as she looked sorrowfully up at him, sadness reflecting in her green eyes.

"Look, lets just eat so we can get home again and I can relax properly," Mark grumbled as he began emptying the contents of the hamper.

Now Lesley began to get angry. Her slender arms fixed themselves on her hips and a surge of annoyance formed in her stomach.

"This was meant to be a day out for the both of us seeing as we hardly get too spend any time together."

"I know that," Mark shot back, his temper plummeting.

"So start acting like you actually want to be here then."

Mark straightened himself up from the crouching position he had acquired.

"Just because your older doesn’t mean you can treat me like I’m your teenage son," Mark roared, finally releasing all the built up anger inside of him.

"Well stop bloody acting like a spoilt little boy then," Lesley yelled, feeling her body shaking with fury.

"Stop bossing me around like my mam," Mark shouted, his baby face turning redder with rage.

"I would if you started thinking with your brain instead of your bollocks."

"I’ll give you fuckin’ bollocks," Mark spat through gritted teeth.

Lesley gasped as his large hands shot forward and slammed her petite body hard against his.

"You need to be taught how to be quiet," Mark whispered as his steely blue eyes travelled hungrily down his girlfriend’s curvaceous body.

"And you need to learn how sex isn’t the answer to everything," Lesley replied sharply, desperately trying to ignore the growing feeling of arousal developing between her legs as his lips curved into a second sarcastic smile.

"It might not be the answer to everything," Mark whispered as his full lips brushed past her ear, his hands tangling themselves in the smooth lengths of her coconut scented hair. "But it’s definetly the answer to this."

His hands gripped her hair, yanking her head roughly backwards so her mouth angled upwards, giving him all the power he needed. Her fists clenched as his tongue instantly shot inside her mouth, demandingly bruising her lips with his aggressiveness. She didn’t stand a chance in hell of moving, and they both knew it. Standing at a slender 5"3, she barely reached his broad shoulders. Her arms remained motionless by her side as Mark continued to kiss her, but receiving no movement from her, despite the intense feeling urging her too.

"If that’s how you wanna play it, it’s fine by me," Mark panted in short breaths, feeling his growing erection hardening at the stubborn sight of her.

He pulled away and glared angrily at her. Lesley remained still, half through stubbornness and half through sheer fascination of Mark in front of her. His blue jeans clung snugly to his long legs, his crisp white Nike t – shirt fitted his chest perfectly, clinging in all the right places that revealed his taut stomach. Enticing dark chest hair caught her wandering attention next, peeping out from the undone buttons at the top of his shirt. Mark followed her eye movements with his.

"Oh, so you are just being a stubborn bitch then?"

Her bruised lips formed an astute line, as she made no attempt to reply.

"And now the silent treatment?"

He chuckled loudly, causing her body to rocket with uncontrollable anger at his constant sarcastic, childish remarks. Her fists flew towards his body as she seethed through her teeth.

"You are the most infuriating –"

He deftly cut her off as caught her wrists in one hand, and whipped off her top with the other, exposing her black bra.

"Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?" Lesley asked, shocked at his sudden movement.

"About to get myself laid actually."

Her eyes widened and her mouth gasped open widely as Mark’s lips crashed down onto hers, pulling her body roughly against his yet again. He felt her nipples hardening through the thin fabric.

"Mark," Lesley groaned, trying to ignore the burning sensation he was causing as his fingers teased her nipples through the black material.

"Oh, she speaks? Well you can shut up now and do as your told for once."

Lesley blinked in surprise as she found herself getting more turned on by his rough man handling. His leg was wedged firmly between both of hers, occasionally rubbing against her throbbing centre as his hot tongue teased the soft spot on her neck. Slowly she felt her legs giving way as his tall body overpowered hers and they sank onto the grass. His hand began to stroke up her smooth leg, loving the silky soft feel of them beneath his hands. As he neared her centre, his fingers trailed along the inside of her thigh, gearing her body up for his entry.

Lesley moaned loudly as his lips planted hard kisses, followed by the lightest caress from his lips all over her heaving chest. Her nipples had transformed into rock hard pebbles as he gradually released them from their black shield. Once fully exposed, a shiver of excitement shot down her spine as Mark lifted his head and grinned boyishly at her. Still annoyed that he had managed to turn her on so much in only a few movements, she looked away into the vast blue sky surrounding them. A small breeze flew by, causing her skin to form goosebumps.

Mark stared in utter amazement at the beauty of her lying beneath him. Her long brown hair was splayed messily out on the grass, her green eyes had darkened immensely, her delicious lips were parted, and her nose stud glistened brightly in the sun light. He felt his raging hard on stiffen even more as he removed his own t – shirt, letting her eyes feast on what he had to offer her. A cheeky grin broke out on his lips as Lesley sighed quietly, signalling she was his for the taking. He wasted no more time in teasing her as his hand quickly removed her soaking thong and flung it to one side. He lay side by side to her as his entire palm rubbed over her hot centre. His breath mingled with hers as he shivered under the feel of her hands running through his dark hair and down the contours of his back, treasuring the addictive feel of his body.

"Take my jeans off," Mark ordered, his voice low and dominating.

"No."

Her eyes flickered towards his face silhouetted by the bright sunlight.

"Do as your told."

Her pretty face glared as she lay literally naked next to him, wearing only a knee length denim skirt that was half way up her thighs anyway. She was soaking wet, and he knew it. That thought annoyed the hell out of her. Mark’s eyebrows rose in a mocking manner as he suddenly thrust his middle finger hard and deeply inside of her. She gasped loudly as she closed her eyes, her walls beginning to tighten around him.

"Do as your told," Mark repeated.

No movement as he had suspected. His index finger shot easily inside, her hips withered with a growing need. His mouth neared hers as her eyes opened to find his only centimetres away from her face.

"Last time Lesley, do as your told."

She bit down on her lip as her facial expressions creased in pleasure. A third finger joined the other two, beginning to move painfully slowly in and out of her. His thumb circled her clitoris endlessly, making her need for his touch grow even more.

"Please stop," Lesley begged as her hips began to buck uncontrollably in response to his endless teasing.

"Do."

One finger slid out of her slippery entrance, as his eyes remained fixed with hers.

"As."

A second finger was released from her.

"Your."

His lips skimmed hers as she felt his hot breath tickling her mouth.

"Told"

The last finger shot out of her, as Lesley wasted no time making a dive for his silver belt. Mark laughed quietly to himself, his broad chest vibrating against Lesley’s as she clambered on top of him and began pulling away his jeans. His fingers made little work of removing her creased denim skirt, finally letting his eyes devour all of her experienced body. Lesley’s mouth soared down onto his as cold air met his hot erection. He kicked off his tight boxers, revealing his large manhood to Lesley’s skilled hand. He moaned in bliss as her hand gripped him firmly and began a steady rhythm.

"Stop right now lady," Mark panted as he felt his pre cum spilling out of him.

She grinned against his lips when he suddenly flung her hand away and rolled himself quickly on top of her. Lesley’s heart soared at the passion suddenly ignited through the sudden touch of all of him, on all of her. His pounding hard on nudged her entrance purposely, easily sliding up and down her wet folds. A deep feeling of need formed inside her stomach as his strong legs entwined with her long ones. The belly bar in her navel felt cold against his burning skin as he began to grin teasingly against her, his mouth descended on hers as his palms rested either side of her dark head ready to enter her. Sweat had formed on his forehead as his chest rose and fell heavily against hers.

Lesley opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by his tongue hungrily caressing hers as he thrust speedily into her, deeply and hard. She moaned loudly at the satisfying feeling of him filling her completely. Mark’s breath came in short ragged breaths as he nestled his head on her shoulder, occasionally tasting her sweaty skin as he continued to pound into her. His hand slid down her body to find its target. Her hands flew to the back of his damp neck as she cried out and arched her back against him, pushing her breasts against his hardened nipples. His balls tightened considerably as he felt them becoming heavier and heavier. Her hands gripped his shoulders uselessly as they slid off due to the speed and sweat mingled together.

As he withdrew to his very tip for one last thrust, his mouth kissed hers savagely before plummeting straight back down knocking her over the edge and feeling himself ejaculate. He murmured her name constantly as he planted light kisses along her shoulder blade, up the curve of her neck, along the smoothness of her jaw until they landed neatly on her lips for a lingering kiss. Lesley sighed blissfully in the sunlight, devouring the feeling of her boyfriend’s weight on top of hers. His baby blue eyes stared down at hers sparkling wearily.

"Still reckon my bollocks ain’t the answer to everything?!"