“Still want me to stop?” I ask, voice rough.
She shakes her head. That’s enough.
My hands move to her waist, slower now, deliberate, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t, so I keep going.
My mouth leaves hers, tracing lower, dragging over her jaw, her neck—feeling the way she reacts, the way her body answers before she can stop it. I take my time there, longer than I should, because I want to remember it.
Want to memorize exactly how she sounds when she lets herself feel this.
Her hands find my hair, tugging just enough to make me look up. There’s something different in her eyes now. Less guarded. More…mine. That thought drops in my chest harder than it should.
I shift, guiding her back a step until she hits the edge of the bed. She doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t question it.
Just let me take control in a way I haven’t let myself do with anyone in a long time.
The storm crashes again outside, loud enough to shake the frame of the house, and she startles slightly.
My hand tightens at her hip automatically.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur.
And I mean it in more ways than one.
I lower her onto the mattress slowly, following her down, my body braced over hers, close enough that I can feel the heat of her through the layers we haven’t gotten rid of yet.
Too close yet not close enough.
My mouth moves again—slower now, more focused—down the line of her throat, her collarbone—my sanity isn’t going to last much longer. I keep my arm between her and the mattress, crawling above her body as we move. It takes very little effort to tug her shirt over her head and toss it haphazardly over to the corner of the room.
Deftly, I maneuver the hooks of her bra and slide the straps down her arm. When the material catches, I yank it free, growling as I chuck it over my shoulder, anxiously awaiting my first glimpse of her breasts. And my god, she’s glorious. Each of her breasts drapes to the side, and I have an overwhelming compulsion to taste her pert nipples. I lean forward, suckling at the delicate skin, swirling my tongue around the pink tips.
Her heels push against my ass, urging me closer, but I have other ideas to drive her as crazy as she’s made me over the past couple of weeks. I wiggle one of my hands between our bodies, wedging it beneath her pants. I stroke the soaked material of her panties on the outside, then push the material aside when I can’t hold back any longer. The desire to feel her skin is overwhelming. Her heat intensifies as I rub the slick skin of her pussy, until I nearly feel scorched. I slip a finger inside her tight sheath, stroking the soft, slick walls, loving every gentle noise and purr that escapes Lark’s lips. As her hips begin to rock against my palm, I add another digit. I need to make sure that she’s ready for me, ready for everything.
I try to slip my hand free and slow down what we’re doing, but Lark’s hand grips my wrist and holds my hand against her sex and clit.
“If you so much as move your hand away, I won’t be held accountable for my actions,” she fumes, and of course, it only turns me on more. I’m learning this wicked side of her turns me on just as much as her sweet and caring side.
With my thumb, I flick her swollen clit, watching as her head falls back against the bedding, her eyes clenched.
I feel her walls begin to pulsate as I continue to caress her tight pearl. Lark’s legs clamp around my thighs as her release hits. I’m mesmerized by the O-shape of her mouth. My need to claim her becomes overwhelming, the need to make her minein every sense. And before she can finish her release, I strip her bare of her clothes, reach for a condom I keep tucked in my wallet because there is no way in hell I’m reaching over to my nightstand, and cover myself with the condom.
Her breath stutters, and her body arches slightly into me as I glide my shaft into her sex.
And that…that almost breaks me.
I shift farther, my hands steadying her, holding her in place as I take my time, dragging the moment out longer than I should, longer than either of us needs.
Her hand tightens in my hair, her voice breaking slightly when she says my name.
Inch by excruciating inch, I slide my cock inside her pussy. A sheen of sweat emerges on my skin as I hold back from thrusting all the way inside. Her body needs some time to adjust and stretch to my size, but I’m barely hanging on as I fill her up completely.
Nothing has ever felt as good as this…as heavenly.
Rocking my hips back, I plunge forward until I’m buried to the hilt. My hand slams onto the bed beside her head as I thrust in and out of her core. The rocking headboard echoes in the room as it clangs against the wall. I don’t even care that there will likely be a hole or dent in the wall, but nothing can pull me away from Lark at this moment.
Her small hand reaches up to my shoulder, tugging until I lean down, pressing my lips against hers. I usually don’t kiss the woman I’m fucking, but Lark is the exception. I’ll give her whatever she wants.
“Holt,” she cries out as her nails dig into the skin of my back. Her walls clamp around my cock, milking me for everything I am as she crests.
