“Yeah, just like that,” she whispers, reaching a hand toward me. “Now, get over here. I need to touch you. Everywhere.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. A second later, I’m on the bed with Lark beneath me, her arms wrapped around my neck as we come together for the first time in four long years.
Warm, soft skin, meets warmer, softer skin and for a second I forget how to breathe. Her kiss is an electrical storm sweeping through my nervous system, short-circuiting the usual pathways, leaving me to hack out a new way to feel, a new way to experience what she does to me.
Our mouths move slowly at first, testing, exploring, and then the tip of her tongue brushes across my bottom lip and slow is a thing of the past. Mouths open and heads angle and soon I’m lost in the taste of her, the feel of her mouth so alive against my own, the softness of her body as she squirms beneath me, hips lifting, legs parting to wrap around my waist, drawing me tight to the heat between her thighs.
I press against her, the thin barriers of my boxers and her panties too much, and not enough, at the same time.
“Wait,” I murmur against her lips before I pull away, putting a few inches of air between us. “Let’s slow down.”
“I don’t want to slow down,” she says, pulling at my shoulders, urging me closer once more. “I want you.”
“And I want you, you have no idea how much.” I reach behind her back to unhook her bra, using both hands, knowing I’m already too unsteady to manage it with just one. “But I have unfinished business.”
She arches her back, giving me easier access to the close of her bra, bringing her breasts within inches of my mouth in the process. I groan as I free the hooks from their clasps and draw the bra down her arms before tossing it to the floor.
There she is, bare to my mouth for the very first time. Back when we were dating, I touched her just about everywhere, but always under the bra or over the panties. We never let ourselves get more than partially undressed, knowing we wouldn’t be able to keep our promise to wait until we were engaged and living together if all our clothes came off.
But now…
Now…
I close my eyes for a second and open them again, still not completely sure this isn’t a dream. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Her full breasts are creamy white, and her nipples the palest shade of pink drawn into tight points that beg for me to taste them.
I drop my head, brushing kisses to the soft underside of her breast, bringing my mouth to hover above her nipple, circling the taught flesh with my tongue before drawing her into my mouth.
“God, Mason.” Her breath shudders out as she drives shaking fingers through my hair. “That feels… I can’t even describe it.”
I suck with a gentle pressure, teasing her with slow circles of my tongue until she whimpers and her fingers fist close to my scalp.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, Mason.”
“I’m not finished yet,” I say, ignoring the throbbing, bruised sensation between my legs. I want her so badly it’s painful, but I don’t want to rush. I want to take my time, make her as crazy as she makes me. I want her to come so hard the force of her orgasm banishes the memory of any man but me.
I might not be her first, but I’m going to be her last.
And I’m going to make sure tonight is a night neither of us will ever forget.
Chapter 21
Lark
I’m on fire, burning up from the inside out. There is no relief, only flames that build higher and higher as Mason tortures me.
Torture. It is torture.
But wonderful, sweet, mind-blowing torture.
My head falls back and my body arches into his mouth, forcing my breast into deeper connection with his lips, his tongue, his….teeth?
Oh, God, yes.
Yes, those are his teeth, raking over my nipple, sending an electric shock coursing through my body and the need building inside me spiraling even higher.
“Mason, please,” I moan, legs shifting on either side of his hips, wishing and aching and dying for him, all of him.
I’m so near the edge. I could probably come from rubbing against him through what little remains of our clothes, but I don’t want that. I want him inside me, want to feel that close, that connected to the man I love before I let go, surrendering to all the things he makes me feel.
“God, Lark, I want you so much,” Mason murmurs against my skin as his palm smoothes down my stomach. His hand dips below the elastic of my panties, his fingers finding where I’m so hot, so wet, and pushing inside.