Page 64 of Keepsake
There weren’t curses shocking enough for everything happening tonight.
I slid my hands down Lark’s unbelievably smooth skin and took charge of the kiss. Maybe it didn’t matter if I’d never really done this before. Everywhere I touched her was an education.
She nipped at my lip, and I heard a sound come from deep inside my own chest. When she opened for me, and it was the easiest thing in the world to slip inside, and to discover the heat of her mouth and the velvet slip of her tongue against mine.
Her mouth had a new, salty flavor that I realized belonged to me. At this spectacularly dirty idea, and even though it had seemed impossible a minute ago, my dick twitched to life again. I swept my tongue into her mouth and tasted her more fully. My heart galloped like a runaway horse on the range.
On the compound in Wyoming they used to speak of girls being “ruined.” Right now “ruined” sounded like a pretty accurate word for how I felt. Now that I knew how beautiful it could be, there would never be another moment when I didn’t crave more of Lark.
In my life there had been few moments of either love or good fortune. And both of them coming together at once…it was almost more than I could handle.
Almost.
The feel of Lark’s mouth on my dick had been, hands down, the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced. But holding her nearly naked body while she kissed me was even better. Her breasts were as soft and full as I’d daydreamed they’d be.
Happiness made me bold. My hands skimmed down her smooth body until I reached the little scrap of fabric between us. When I pushed her underwear down, Lark helped by kicking them away. I needed to explore her. So I locked my arms around her and rolled. She landed beneath me with a surprised exhalation and big eyes.
“This okay?” I whispered, ducking my head to kiss her collarbone. She nodded as I tongued my way up her neck. She arched her back, increasing the contact with my mouth.
Somehow I would have to find a way to make this night last forever. “I don’t exactly know what I’m doing, you know. I hope you won’t mind…”
She silenced me with a finger over my lip. “Zach, you’re already a good lover.”
I kissed the fingers which covered my mouth, flicking them away. “Nice try. But you don’t have to butter me up.”
“I’m serious.” Her dark eyes flashed in the dim light. “Sex is ten percent skill and ninety percent listening. Who’s a better listener than you?”
I cleared my throat. “What am I listening for?”
“You’ll know it when you hear it.” Then, she grasped my hand and dragged it slowly, purposefully, onto her breast. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Damn.The erotic sound of that two-word directive was enough to make any guy her permanent slave. I skimmed her silky breast, capturing its fullness in my palm, then brushing past her rosy nipple. I felt it harden beneath my touch. So I leaned down. With a quick peek into her heavily lidded eyes, I lowered my lips to the pretty pink nub. I flicked my tongue over her nipple and watched her expression. As my mouth worshiped her breast, she let out a happy sigh. “Yessss,” she hissed.
Well, okay then.
I turned my attention to her other breast, and received the same positive reinforcement. And this time, her hips twitched on the sheets. Even as I sucked her breast deeper into my mouth, I let my hand go wandering down her body. My fingers took in the soft skin of her stomach and the perfect curve of her hip. She sighed again, her legs falling open.
Without hesitation I slipped my hand past the springy curls between her legs. What I found just beneath was the soft, wet pool of her body. I couldn’t help it—I moaned onto her breast. And I was hard as a board again, my fingers stroking gently through her wetness. Lark made a small adjustment to the set of her hips, which put my fingers up a little higher. Slowly, I circled my thumb over the slip of tissue I felt there.
“So nice,” Lark whispered.
I could hardly believe how beautiful she was, splayed out for me in the dim light. My fantasies hadn’t been nearly this good. It was a sensory overload—the feel of her smooth skin against my own, and the salty taste of her body in my mouth. I kissed my way down her belly. Then I began dropping little kisses onto her mound. Her breathing changed then, each new inhalation more eager than the last. When I gathered the courage to drag my tongue over the hot center of her, she gave a little cry of pleasure.
The taste of her was like nothing I’d known before—a musky, honeyed goodness. I explored her with my tongue, and she moaned and panted. The sounds that fell from her lips were dappled, happy things. Now I knew the secret to making her happy. For as long as I bathed this tender place with kisses, she would remain blissed-out and unafraid.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her body. My thumb swirled below, in the hot bath of desire that her body had made for me.
“Zach!” she whispered. “Wait!”
I lifted my head. “It’s not good?”
“It’ssogood. That’s why I need you to stop.”
I smoothed my thumbs over her mound, placing one last kiss on her body. Then I crawled back up beside her.
Immediately, her hand encircled my cock, which was rock hard. “I want you to feel me come from the inside.”
I stopped breathing.
