I lean over her, kiss her deeply, teasing her and moving my hand down to her chest.
When my thumb grazes her nipple, she lets out a low moan. I swallow it and move my mouth there, running my tongue around it, sucking her into my mouth.
She holds me there, but that’s not where I want my mouth. I want to taste her, to make her scream.
We have no idea how many times we’ll do this before we finally come to our senses, and if this is the only time we’ll ever have, then I’m going to take full advantage of whatever fantasies we have.
“Tristan,” she pants my name as I kiss down her belly and push her legs apart.
“Hold your thighs.” Lark moves her hands there. “Good girl. Keep them there, and I’ll keep going. Move them, and I stop. Understand?”
“I understand.”
I grin. “Good. Don’t make me stop too soon, Lark. I want to feast on you.”
My lips move to the inside of her knee, trailing wet kisses along her skin. I go higher, my tongue sliding up her thigh. I lick her fingers, and she starts to pant.
“God, I’m never going to survive this.” She moans.
I don’t think either of us will. My mouth moves closer. I can smell her arousal, and I love that I make her wet. My tongue darts out, closer to her clit. She gasps as I barely graze it. “Tristan. Please.”
I like her begging. I like how she says my name, asking me to give her what she wants. It’s another stupid decision, but I’m too far gone to care now.
Let the world fall apart around me. I’ll at least know it was worth it.
I lick her, tasting her fully on my tongue. She’s so responsive that it makes me want to learn every bit of her and drive her to the brink, bring her back down, and do it again. So I do.
Over and over, I lick and suck and flick her clit.
She is gripping her thighs, squirming beneath me, and I love every second of it.
I’m so hard. My cock is desperate for friction—for her.
Every whimper, sigh, and moan makes me desperate for her to find her relief.
“Fuck. I can’t hold back.”
Good.
I keep up my speed, sucking her clit and then moving my tongue faster. Her hands fall away from her thighs and grip the back of my head, and she screams, her voice the only sound in the peaceful night.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. I can’t…holy fuck!”
Once her legs fall limp, I move, climbing up to her. I kiss my way there, running my tongue along her nipple. “Well, that was once,” I say, a little smug.
“You think you can go for two?” she asks, a smile on her lips.
“Oh, I know I can.”
I will fuck her for as long as I need to feel her come apart on my cock.
“Lark,” I say her name softly, pushing her hair behind her ear. “You’re sure you want this?”
Her hand reaches up to my cheek, thumb running against the stubble. “I want this. I know what we are, what we can be, and I’m completely okay with it. Whatever or however many times this is, we leave it on the ridge.”
I reach into my pants, pulling the condom out.
“Put it on me,” I tell her.
