Page 65 of Keepsake
“Only if you want to,” she added.
“I want that so bad,” I admitted, wrapping both arms around her. “But I’d need to go find a condom.”
Lark shook her head. “I have a device—I can’t get pregnant. And after I came back…” she cleared her throat. “I had every test there is.”
A sobering thought lifted my head right off the pillow. “Lark, was that because you were…?”
She shook her head quickly. “No. Nothing like that happened. It’s just that I wasn’t talking much when I came back. Everybody assumed the worst.”
I felt a big twinge of uneasiness.I wasn’t talking much, she’d said. Things were even worse than she’d told me.
“Where’d you go?” she asked.
“Just worrying about you.”
“Don’t,” she begged, a hand on his chest. “Not tonight.” She kissed my shoulder. “Please?”
“Okay,” I whispered, as her lips continued to torture me. Hell, I’d do anything she asked right now. Anything.
“Come here,” she demanded, settling onto her back.
My stomach tightened suddenly, as nervous anticipation hit. I took a deep, steadying breath. And then I dropped my hips onto hers. The feel of her body underneath mine touched some primal part of me. No user’s manual was necessary.
Spreading her knees a little further apart with my own, I rested my cockhead against her body, grazing the tip through her wetness. Lark tipped her hips a few degrees upwards, and just like that I was sliding inside. I didn’t even try to hold back my groan as she surrounded me with a gripping heat. I gave a final push and seated myself to the hilt.
The pleasure was nearly overwhelming. For a moment, I had to just close my eyes and sink in.
“That’s beautiful,” Lark whispered.
I opened my eyes to find her looking up at me. Holding that brown-eyed gaze, I began to move. I had to. Without thought or direction, my hips began to rock. And…Hell. There was nothing like it. The feeling of being so perfectly joined to her was everything I’d ever wanted. She was touching me everywhere, her hands sliding down my sides, up my arms. It was my fantasy come to life. And I was not going to survive it.
Bracing myself on my forearms, I leaned over her for a kiss. She tugged me down with a moan. I hadn’t thought that the sensation of making love to Lark could have been improved. But the pulse of her tongue in my mouth set off a chain reaction of pleasure throughout my body, causing me to shiver against her hot skin.
“So good. You feel so good,” Lark chanted against my lips.
And I agreed, though forming words was out of the question. My body surged into hers, my senses conflating, accelerating. I needed to find a way to slow down, because I didn’t want this feeling to end. Ever.
Lark arched up, changing the angle of our joining. My rhythm stuttered, and so I pulsed against her instead.
“Oh,” she whimpered. It was a beautiful sound of pleasure, and I wanted to hear it again.
“You like that?” I ground my hips, meeting her body where it pressed against mine.
Her approval was unmistakable. She began to pant in shallow, hot breaths beneath me. Listening, I swung my hips again and again. With each thrust and slide, I seemed to be pushing her closer to oblivion. Her eyes went glassy, and her kisses became distracted. Lark abruptly pressed her knees against my sides and moaned. She arched, exposing the slender column of her neck to my kisses.
And then I felt it—her body shuddered inside, unleashing a series of pulses around my member. Then it was my turn to moan. I rocked into her, chasing the sensation. “Oh, sweetheart,” I panted. It was coming towards me, and it was going to be overwhelming.
“Harder,” she demanded.
I answered her with a thrust that I felt all the way down to my bones. Everything was heat and motion. Lark’s body was locked around mine, her hips meeting me shot for shot. That loud banging I heard came either from the headboard hitting the wall, or from the pounding of my heart. One or the other.
Over and over I kissed Lark, swallowing her moans with my own. She broke our kiss to bury her face in my neck, her body spasming around mine a second time.
And then I couldn’t hold myself back another moment. Every muscle in my body locked, and an ecstatic shout ripped from my lips. The orgasm was sweet and sudden. I planted myself to the root one last time. And then all was quiet, save for our ragged breathing.
Or so I thought. As I dropped my lips to Lark’s damp forehead, I heard a new sound. From the other side of the wall came a piercing whistle, followed by cheering and applause.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Lark chuckled. She wrapped her forearms over my head, as if hiding our faces from the commotion next door. “I’m so sorry.”
