Page 80 of Keepsake
“No, be specific. I want to hear how your dirty mind works.” My face burned immediately, and she smiled again. “Just tell me one hot little detail.”
“All right. But then I get to hear one of yours.”
Lark laughed, and the sound broke up some of the tension in my chest. “Okay. Fair’s fair. You first.”
It wasn’t easy, though. “Never talked like this with anyone,” I admitted.
“I know.” She kissed me on the nose. “But lust isn’t shameful, no matter what they used to tell you. Now’s your chance to stick it to ’em. Name a desire. It doesn’t even have to be realistic.”
I want you for my very own.
Yikes. That would be honest, but that wasn’t what she’d meant.
Slowly, I leaned forward until my lips were just millimeters from her ear. “I want to make you come with my tongue.”
“Unnng,” Lark said, her forehead landing on my shoulder. “I’m not going to argue with that idea.”
“Now you.”
She lifted her smile and then put it beside my ear. “I want to sit you up in that big bed and ride you until you burst.”
Mother of God. My head went thunking backward, hitting the wooden wainscoting on the wall. “I’m available, then.”
She giggled. “Good. Your turn.”
“All right.” My dirty mind was on board this little train. “I want to take you with all the lights on, so I don’t miss a thing.”
Her big eyes widened. “But of course. Now let’s see…” She chewed her lip for a second. “I want you to spread me out on the bed and fuck me from behind. Hard and fast.”
A wave of pure, heated lust washed through me, and, instinctively, I tightened up every muscle in my lower body.
“That’s a good enough start on our to-do list,” she said, eyeing my tortured grimace. She put her hands on the edge of the tub and leaned down to kiss me slowly.
I opened for her, drawing her in, making love to her mouth. I was so ridiculously turned on, and she threw fuel on the flames by rubbing her soft sex all over me. It was entirely possible that I was about to become the first man to ever burst into flames in a bathtub.
Lark’s flailing hand reached up to find a lever on the wall. She flicked it and I heard the drain engage, and the sound of water running out of the tub. We kissed, and the contact with her slick, soft breasts tortured my chest as the water level fell.
But she hit the lever again before the tub emptied. She lifted her hips off mine and I looked down to see that while my ass was still sitting in four or five inches of water, my aching dick was no longer submerged.
We dove in for another kiss, because any other action was impossible. I’d never felt so overpowered by need. My arms locked around her back. I swear, the building could have crumbled around us and I wouldn’t have noticed.
As we kissed, she levered herself higher on my body until she was right there, teasing the tip of my dick with her slickness. “Do it,” I begged.
On a sigh she lowered her tight heat over me. I was sheathed in bliss, and my moan was matched only by hers. Our desperate sounds bounced off the nearby walls as she began to rock her hips against mine.
Luckily it was close quarters, and she didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver. That’s what kept me from erupting on the first slide of her precious body over mine. I took sip after sip of her mouth and gave myself over to the moment, my hips rolling to meet hers. We were so close together that the sound of every tiny breath was magnified. The water droplets echoed. The click of our teeth was audible as we kissed.
Her brown eyes stared into mine as her body welcomed me inside again and again. When I looked into her big-eyed gaze I saw my own desperation reflected back at me. The need we had for each other was bottomless. I gripped her against me as if more of this glorious friction could drive away the vulnerability I felt whenever I pictured her leaving me.
She picked up the pace, and her breathing accelerated. Those beautiful eyes fell shut, and she pushed her face into my neck. “I need…to come,” she gasped.
“Show me,” I panted. “Come all over me.” I put both hands to her breasts, stroking my thumbs across the nipples. I’d never get enough of the way her body tightened wherever I touched it.
She bucked and mewled against me, her rhythm stuttering. I grasped her chin and lifted it, finding her mouth with mine, sucking on her tongue. She gave a muffled cry, and squeezed my cock with her body, gripping me like a fist.
My own climax roared through me then, sending me into freefall, blotting out everything but pleasure and release. My head fell back against the wall and I let out a bellow of satisfaction as her body milked me in sweet pulses.
A few moments later it was quiet again. The only sounds were the dripping faucet and our panting breaths. Lark was collapsed on my chest, and my clumsy fingers were woven into her hair.
