I run my hands through his hair, then bury them in it, in fists, as he starts to lick across my mound. His tongue flicks the edges of my clit, and I gasp, arching up off the seat. He cups his hands underneath me, squeezes my ass hard enough to make me groan with want.
And all the while, his tongue continues its slow exploration, tracing each lip of my pussy before he delves between them, lapping and sucking at me. Just when I think I’m going to lose my mind from desire, he finally arches up and pushes his own jeans down.
I reach to catch his boxers, pulling them off myself, and marveling at his length when his cock springs free. I always forget how thick he is.
“Feel that?” he murmurs, as I fold both hands around his base and stroke along his length, my thumbs tracing the thick vein that stands out along his shaft. “That’s how fucking hard I am for you, Cassidy. I can’t stop thinking about you, constantly…”
“I know the feeling,” I confess, and our eyes lock. He bends until our noses brush, our eyes inches apart. I feel him gently take my wrists, both of my wrists wrapped in one of his large hands. And he raises them up over my head and pins me back against the seat, before his lips feather across my cheekbone, my jawline. Down the edge of my neck.
At the same time, with his free hand, he spreads my legs. I raise them up, wrap them around his torso, and feel my hips lift off the seat, striving toward him.
He pauses just long enough to slide on a condom, and then I feel him at the entrance of my pussy, poised right there. I’m already soaking wet, but still he waits, his teeth grazing my neck, making me gasp.
“I want to fuck you now,” he says, his voice a barely repressed growl.
“Please,” I gasp. That’s all he needs. He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust, and I groan, arching up off the seat against him, savoring the feeling of his cock filling my tight pussy.
“Every time.” He leans back to look at me, paused there, his cock filling me up. “Every time, I forget how fucking good you feel, Cassidy.” He pulls back out of me, just a little, making me gasp in protest. But a second later he thrusts back into me, his hips perfectly angled so the slight curve at the tip of his cock drags against my inner wall, right over my G-spot. “God, your pussy is a fucking marvel.” He pulls out, thrusts back in again, and I make a little mewling sound, which makes him smirk, bending close again.
“I love those little sounds you make,” he tells me, his lips on my throat, my neck.
I let my head fall back, my back arching up. “I love how you get them out of me,” I tell him, which makes him smile against my neck, before he starts to thrust harder, faster. To really fuck me, the way only Lark ever has.
My hands are still pinned over my head, but I move my hips in time with his, thrusting against him, my clit brushing up against his pelvic bone with every deep thrust. Before long, I’m nearing the edge, breathing hard, and he’s grinning at me, knowing exactly what effect he has on me, almost better than I know it myself.
“That’s it, Cassidy,” he says, his voice a low thrum of command. “Come for me.”
I’m so near the edge he doesn’t need to tell me twice. I let out a cry, and he continues to thrust into me, fucking me so that the orgasm spikes through my veins, and the pleasure keeps coming, starts to build again as he pounds into me.
I lose track of time, of space. By the time Lark releases my hands to grab my hips, near his own edge, I’m close to coming again myself. I reach up to wrap my arms around him, my legs tightening around his torso. I dig my nails into the fine muscles of his back, and he pulls me up off the seat with the force of his thrusts.
“I want to feel you come,” I pant against his shoulder. “In me.”
It doesn’t take much more asking than that. Lark growls and reaches down to grip my ass hard with one hand, his other tight around my hip. He thrusts into me again, again, and his gaze flicks to mine. He lets out a groan that turns into my name as he finishes, deep in me, still thrusting his hips, and I arch up against him, tightening my pussy around him, trying to milk every last drop.
When he finally sags against me, both of us slick with sweat, a pleasant, relaxed sensation spreads through my whole body, tingling and numbing at once. He leans up to kiss me again, and I can taste my own sweat on his lips. Then he leans back, smiling.