Chapter Twenty-nine – Lark #2
His hands are braced against the wall as he rocks against my body once, eliciting a primeval moan from my lips. He kisses me again as my fingers pause at the edge of his shirt.
"Touch me, Lark," he says, his breath on my mouth, and my control is slipping fast.
My eyes widen as I gaze at him, our stare penetrating the last of my hesitation. His grip tightens around my thighs, my control slowly slipping, then he’s pulling me away from the wall, and I can hear him murmuring something about a bed.
Somehow, we make it into the bedroom with my lips pressed against his neck.
He flings me in the middle of the bed, my body bouncing a few times before it settles.
Reaching behind his head, he tugs his shirt over his body and throws it aimlessly into the room.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the view of his chest, the eight-pack of abs, and that damn v-cut at his hips that I never knew actually existed.
My gasp doesn’t go unnoticed, and he smirks as he takes in my perusal.
He then takes off his shoes and socks, then places a knee on the bed, then the other, crawling over my body, still covered in my clothes from earlier.
He presses a kiss to one of my bent knees, over the denim, and continues his path until he’s kneeling between my legs.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says, tugging on the button resting at my waist.
The pants fall open, and like Christmas Day, Holt undresses me in an impatient hurry.
His tanned skin glistens in the moonlight shining through the window.
He leans over me and inspects the pink lace that covers my breasts and the pair of matching panties that do the same between my legs.
My breasts heave behind their confines, and I long for Holt to free them, but his attention is focused on my fingers, stroking his arms gently.
A groan builds in my throat as his fingers move up my calves and across my hips before trailing up to my chest.
“The softness of your skin always surprises me,” he whispers, his cock tenting behind his pants, pulsating against my hips.
Bending his elbows, he frames my face with his arms and leans down to kiss my lips.
I’m so addicted to his taste, I could kiss Holt for eternity.
My fingers slide up and down his back as I respond to his kiss, my body becoming more heated with each stroke.
Moving one of his arms, he slides it between our bodies until he comes in contact with my already soaked panties.
It only takes being in the room with Holt for my body to crave him, desire him.
A fact that took me too long to come to terms with.
He strokes me a few times on the outside of my panties, my body shivering with each pass, then he slips underneath the material. My body responds immediately.
“Holt,” I whisper against his lips as he strokes his fingers through my slick folds.
Shyly, I reach for the button on his jeans, my fingers fumbling as I try to release the button. His cock strains behind his pants, already peeking out over the top of his jeans, and it jerks every time my hand passes across the tip. I was surprised to find him going commando.
Once I have the waist of his jeans tugged open fully, his erection falls forward, seeking out my pussy.
Tentatively, I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. My soft palm against the sensitive skin triggers a growl from deep in his chest.
My movements start slow and erratic. Holt removes his hand from between my legs, which elicits a moan of disapproval. He wraps his hand around mine and shows me how he likes to be stroked – base to tip with my thumb stroking across the head and coating his erection in the pre-cum.
He strokes along with me five times, and thankfully, I’m a quick learner because I eagerly continue the movements on my own while he returns to touching my sex.
He slides his fingers through my heat, coating his hand in my warmth, and then he slides two fingers inside my sex before removing them quickly and repeating the motion.
It takes me a second, just a moment, to focus on my own pleasure before I realize that he’s mimicking the strokes on his cock as he thrusts his fingers in my body.
This revelation encourages me to quicken the pace.
“Lark,” he groans as he drops his forehead against mine. “That feels too good, sweetheart. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
“Don’t you want to come?” I ask, but his focus is still between our bodies as my hand slowly slides up and down his angry red cock.
“I do, but not like this. I want to be inside you.”
He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, and all of my movements stop as my body trembles beneath him.
My release is quick, surprising both of us as I grip the sheet beneath me and the base of his cock as I ride it out against his hand.
My eyes flutter closed as I take in every sensation, and my lips pucker before morphing into a subtle grin.
Before I’m completely free from my release, Holt escapes the confines of his jeans.
He reaches into his nightstand and grabs a stack of condoms. I’m not sure we’ll use all of them, but I’m glad he’d rather be prepared because I most certainly wouldn’t mind spending the night with Holt between my legs.
Hovering over me once more, Holt slants his body over mine and reaches behind my sated body to release the clasp of my bra. It snaps free expertly after his first attempt and pulls the straps down my arms.
“You’re sexy as hell when you come, Lark,” he tells me as he tilts his head forward and kisses a path from my shoulder down to the peak of my breast.
Using one of his arms to hold himself up, he tastes my skin, circling my nipple with his tongue, and uses his other hand to slide the nipple of my other breast between his fingers.
My hand, which had so expertly stroked his cock, now gently trails up and down his forearm.
The movement is unhurried as I take in the pleasure of him tasting me, but it sends waves of desire straight to sex as if it is a direct wavelength.
“Can I make you come like this, sweet girl? Just with my mouth on your breast?”
Holt peeks up at me as he switches his mouth to my other breast, giving it equal opportunity between his lips, and I nod just as my fingers tighten around his arm, my movements halting.
I’m close again, the precipice just out of my reach as I rock my hips against his thigh.
Holt brings it closer, giving me the source of friction I need, and it’s beyond erotic to feel my wetness coating his leg as I seek my release.
“Holt,” I whisper as my short nails dig into his arm.
This time, as I orgasm from his touch, he takes a moment to sit back onto his knees and slides one of the condoms on his shaft, the head pulsating beneath his touch as he slides the latex down.
Holt doesn’t slide right home. Instead, he rests above me, waiting for me to give him the cue that I’m ready.
My breathing slows as I come back to myself, and he waits patiently for me to give him the go-ahead.
I know he’d stop if I told him I was finished for the night, but I want nothing more than to feel him pulsate inside me.
Using his fingers, he strokes against my slit, waiting for me to respond, and luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long.
“I want more, Holt,” I speak softly as I lick my lips, my eyes taking him.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” he says, moving his body on top of mine, his cock nudging at my entrance. He knows I don’t have much experience, so Holt goes slow.
He pulls back after just the tip makes its way inside, then repeats the motion, a little bit more with every pass. By the time he makes it halfway, I'm incredibly full, tiny waves cresting through my channel..
“Lark, look at me,” he requests as he gazes down, my eyes popping open immediately. “I want to see you. How does it feel?”
“Incredible.”
He eases out of me again before plunging inside about three-quarters of the way this time.
“I want all of it, Holt. I want all of you.”
With a final thrust, he plunges deep inside, my body fighting at first, my face scrunching up at the intrusion, but then the walls of my sex relax and grip him firmly,
He doesn’t move his hips. Instead, he lets my body adjust to him as he takes both of my hands and holds them above my head. Leaning forward, he kisses my slick lips, our tongues dueling as he waits for a sign that I’m ready. My hips move upward just a smidge, the tiniest hint that I want more.
Holt pulls out of me and slides back in, his shaft covered in my wetness, my sex tightening around him as if it never wants him to leave. And there is no other place I’d rather he be. We continue to kiss as he thrusts in and out of my body until he can no longer hold back his control.
He rears back, using one hand to keep my wrists in place and the other to rub small circles on my clit as he pounds into my body. I respond by opening my legs wider than before, giving him more access to the wetness between my legs.
“Fuck, you feel good. I’m gonna come, sweetheart. I need you to get there,” he announces as his hips hammer into me, our slick skin slapping together in the quiet room.
“I’m there. Oh God,” I cry out as my core tightens around him tighter than I thought was possible. “Holt!” I shout with a gasp as my body vibrates in waves around him, my fingers flexing beneath his hold as he pushes my release completely from my body.
I want to memorize how he looks right now: head tossed back in pleasure, back hunched, eyes closed, the tiniest of smiles on his lips; this is everything lovemaking should look like.
A few more thrusts into my quivering pussy, and I feel Holt release into the condom with the strangest of wishes that he had been able to come deep inside me instead.
His body jerks inside me, bringing him back to the moment, but I’m not ready for him to pull away.
He seems to have the same idea. Holt leans forward once again and rests his forehead against mine, his satiated smile welcoming me closer to him.
“That was. . .amazing, Lark.”
“I didn’t know that it could be like that,” I whisper, sounding as if in a trance.
He combs his fingers through some of the loose hair around my face as he gazes into my eyes. I try to gauge how he’s feeling.
“And how is that?” he whispers as he presses another kiss to my lips because he can’t seem to control himself.
“Like it’s more,” I reply wearily. “And that scares me.”
“Why is that scary?” he whispers against my mouth. I’m only half listening because my mind is focused on the fact that his cock is still firmly planted inside me.
“Because… I don’t know if I can do this. You don’t need my baggage.”
“Lark,” he says as he rolls over onto his back, dislodging his cock and pulling me with him, my head resting on my chest. “Something changed when I met you. I don’t know what, but I want something with you.
Something I’ve never wanted with anyone else, baggage and all.
We’ll go slow, alright? I’m in no rush.”
I trace an indirect path on his chest, little squiggles made by my fingertips as I contemplate his suggestion. “I’m going to be bad at it. Look what happened last time.”
“Well, I’ve never had a serious relationship, so we can both learn together, okay?”
I go silent again, even my squiggles have stopped. My breathing levels out, and just as I contemplate falling asleep, I turn my body so that I can rest my chin on his chest and look up at him.
“I have two conditions,” I say. “First, I want to take things slow. We’re both busy.
“Sounds reasonable,” he replies, stroking his hand through my mussed hair.
“And second, how many condoms did you bring? Because I would really like to do that again.”
A wicked smile grows on his face, and I find myself laughing as he takes off the condom from earlier and tosses it in the trash can beside his nightstand.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says as he tugs on another condom, his cock already standing at full salute, and lies on his back. He moves my body so I straddle his hips. “You’re in control this time.”
With a saucy grin on my lips, I rock my hips against his cock, teasing him with everything I possess before taking his cock in my hand and lining it up at my entrance, slowly sinking myself on his erection.
My breasts bounce with each thrust, and I toss my head back when his cock slides against my most sensitive spot. His hands slide around my thighs as I adjust my position.
He growls as that tingling begins to build in my center, and with little finesse, he grips my hips to steady my movements and begins to propel his cock deep within me.
“Oh my God,” I cry out as our hips smack against each other until we’re both toppling over the brink.
Our breaths come in heavy pants, both of us trying to come back into ourselves, and as my gaze connects with Holt’s, I can sense that he’s waiting for me to tell him it’s enough. But that little minx inside me surprises him as I reach across the bed and grab a third condom, tossing it on his chest.
“Three?” I question with a glint in my eye, and I’ll be damned if he doesn’t start growing hard again.
Scrambling off the bed, he tosses the second condom in the wastebasket, then turns around to tug me by the legs to the edge of the bed.
“The question is, sweet girl, are you ready for round three?” he slides his hand in my wetness now coating my thighs and trails it to my backside, letting his thumb press against my tight pucker.
I groan in response before whispering his name like a plea, and I know that I have a long night ahead of me, but I’ll be damned if I won’t give him everything that we both desire.
After two more rounds, Holt’s hand rests at my waist, steady, grounding, not pulling, not holding too tight. I lean into him without thinking.
Outside, the wind shifts slightly, brushing against the house in a way that sends a faint ripple through the silence.
“Stay here tonight,” he says quietly.
I let out a soft breath, glancing around the space, then back at him.
“I already am.”
Something in his expression softens.
“I meant here, in my bed. I want you close, just like this.”
Any lingering tension eases.
And as the lights dim and the world settles around us again, I settle in Holt’s arms, wondering how long I can hold on to this moment before someone tries to snatch it away from me.