“Lark,” I say her name, both a plea and a prayer.
Her beautiful green eyes stare up at me as she wraps her lips around my cock. “Holy shit,” I mutter, staring up at the string lights.
I focus on the filaments, doing my best to ignore the sensations of her sucking my dick.
I count—it doesn’t help.
My gaze moves back to her. She bobs her head and moans as if it’s the best thing she’s ever had.
“Fuck,” I groan and grip the comforter.
I’m going to lose it. It feels too good. The heat. The wetness. The sight of her enjoying it—yeah, I’m way too close.
“Lark, I’m going to come, baby.”
She glances up at me. I can see in her eyes she doesn’t want to stop. Damn it. I’m so close.
“You gotta stop,” I say through gritted teeth. “I can’t hold back.”
Right as I finish the last word, she stops, and my head is swimming with the effort it took to restrain myself.
She crawls up my body. “I think you liked it.”
“You have no idea. Now lie down on your stomach,” I command.
Without a word, she does as I ask. I move my hands across her back, rubbing the muscles as I go lower. She lets out a deep moan when I hit one spot in particular.
“Feel good?” I ask.
“Very.”
I keep rubbing, working out the tension for her. Finally, I reach her panties and pull them down.
“I think I’m going to feel very good soon,” she says with her head tilted to the side.
“Oh, I know you are. Lift up on your knees.”
When she moves, I position her ass higher, her upper body resting on the bed. I want her so badly. I need to taste her, tomake her scream. My tongue slides against her entrance, and I love how wet she is. That she is this turned on from sucking my dick.
I moan against her, and her breath catches. “Please,” she whimpers. I wanted to tease her, to make her go crazy with desire, but right now I just want her to come. I need it more than my next breath.
Knowing exactly what she likes, I focus on her clit, adjusting the pressure, driving her higher.
“Tristan, yes, there!” she yells, her legs starting to tremble.
I move my tongue harder right where she asked for it. Her breathing is labored, and a series of exclamations bursts from her:yes,please,there,Tristan,oh God,baby,fuck.
When I push my finger deep inside her, her lower body damn near collapses, but I don’t stop. She’s close. I can feel her muscles tightening around me.
Lark’s voice is frantic. “Oh God. I’m close. Oh, God. I can’t. Oh, please, yes. Tristan!” she finally screams out, letting go.
I lick, suck, and push another finger in, letting her orgasm crash around me. When she lies on her back, I nestle between her legs.
“Look at me,” I say gruffly, needing to be inside her. Lark forces her eyes open. “I love you. Without permission, you stole my heart, and I never want it back. It’s yours, as is my love.”
Tears form in her green eyes. “I love you, and you have my heart. Please don’t break it.”
“Never,” I vow and then push inside her, feeling complete for the first time in a long time.
