Page 115 of Keepsake
She shivered at the command, and then she rolled onto her stomach, resting her cheek against the bedding. If I’d been worried about whether she was enjoying this torture, her smile would have given her away.
I took a moment to appreciate the perfect globes of her ass, palming them one at a time. Then I let my fingers dip between her legs, and she gasped in pleasure. “You ready?” I whispered.
She nodded, her eyes closed.
Taking one thigh in each hand, I tugged her down on the bed until her hips were right at the edge. That allowed me to ease the panties off her hips without snapping the delicate things in half. She looked so beautiful all spread out on the bed for me. It gave me big ideas. Taking myself in hand, I teased her between the legs.
“Fuck, yes,” she said, digging her toes into the rug underfoot. “Please.”
Enough with the teasing. I grasped one of her hips in my hand and thrust forward. Her body yielded, welcoming me with a liquid grip that had me groaning out loud. The sight below me was almost too much—Lark splayed out, her dark hair fanning on the comforter, which she gripped in her fingers as I began to move.
Holding her hips in my hands, I tried to go slowly. But the sight of our joining was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. The visual was so stimulating that I had to take a deep breath and close my eyes.
Easing Lark’s hips onto the bed, I leaned down, my forearms beside her head, my stomach covering her back. “You are the sexiest woman alive,” I whispered in her ear, while my hips moved with the rhythm of my heart.
She turned her chin another degree and I leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth, and it sounded like encouragement. Kissing her deeply, I worked my eager body against hers, as she drank in my moans and kisses with her own.
It was so, so good.
“Turn over,” I panted, wanting even more of her. I pulled out and the two of us worked to hastily roll her to her back. I joined us again, and she dug her heels into my hips, and now I could hold her in my arms as we fucked.
“Yesss,” she panted as I picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing, her cheeks flushed. I wouldn’t last much longer. And I realized Lark had made a good point about our union. I wasn’t so afraid for her anymore. The sex was fast and sweaty and just the kind of enthusiastic romp that two people can share when they’re not trying to hold one another’s psyches together.
“Oh!” She arched her back and gasped, her fingernails digging into my back.
That was it for me. As soon as the bliss settled across her face, I burst like a firework. Burying my shouts in the comforter beside her head, I shuddered and pulsed until finally I was still.
“God,” she whispered into the silence. “I think we really needed that.”
I wasn’t even sure I could move, I was so spent. Gingerly I pulled out and then prowled up the bed beside her. “Come. Here,” I muttered.
Her flushed face appeared beside mine. We kissed lazily, and caught our breath. “I waited atleasttwenty minutes after you stepped into the house to jump you,” she said.
“You don’t hear me complaining,” I mumbled.
“Stay with me tonight?”
“All you have to do is ask.”
“Mmm. Do you think we could get under the covers? Still not sure I can move my limbs.”
“We’ll give it a whirl. In a minute.”
She kissed me again.
Eventually I sat up, and Lark showed me to the luxury bathroom in the hallway. When we got in bed again, I held her in my arms, and it was at least as good as the sex. “I can’t stop touching you,” I whispered as my fingers drifted over her breast and down to her hip once again. There were soft caresses and lazy kisses.
Neither of us was in a hurry to sleep. “How’re the nights treating you?” I thought to ask.
“Not bad. The dreams still show up sometimes, but they don’t feel as raw. It’s like watching a storm blow out again after the worst is over.”
“Mmm. All right.”
“It is all right. I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not as upset as I was before, so it’s getting easier to roll over and go back to sleep.”
We drifted off for a little while. But at some point Lark rolled over and shut off the light. The friction of her skin against mine felt so good that I opened my eyes again. And then we were kissing, and touches soon followed…
Until someone knocked on her bedroom door.
