Once I was ready, her legs opened and she squirmed in anticipation. I nearly came at the sight of her so aroused, but retained my control a bit longer.
Even hot and damp, her pussy was tight as the tip of my cock disappeared inside. Lark whimpered until I filled her then gave me a big smile. She really was making it impossible not to shoot my wad five seconds in.
“I want you to be mine,” Lark groaned as I tested her body with a gentle thrust. “I don’t deserve to have what I want, but I want you anyway.”
Frowning at her comment, I wished to respond with kind words. My control was gone though, leaving behind only hunger and raw need. Thrusting into her, I fucked Lark like I’d never fucked another woman before. It was more than sex. I was claiming Lark. She was mine and I’d kill anyone who took her from me.
Chapter Twenty One - Lark
Aaron’s tattoos were perfectly linked to one another like a masterly designed creation. As he rested on his back and hid his hands under his hard sexy ass, I explored his perfect body. Even knowing he wanted to touch me, I couldn’t concentrate when he got curious. Now, it was my turn to play.
Over the left side of his chest was a large heart interconnected with the other tattoos. I traced it then met his gaze.
“Pretty,” I teased then licked the heart and nearby nipple.
“Shit, I’m using my hands.”
“No, you’ll behave or suffer my wrath. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
Aaron smirked. “Really?”
“Sure, I guess.”
“You’re a horrible liar. I like that in a woman.”
Rolling my eyes, I kissed where his cobra tattoo wound around the heart.
“The heart is for my girl’s name,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ll have her name tattooed in the middle. That’s why it’s so big. I didn’t know how long her name would be.”
Our eyes met again and we both thought the same thing.
Four little letters.
As Aaron smiled at me, I sucked at the flesh in the heart. “I was thinking about getting a tattoo of my man’s name just over my hooch in the shape of a key because he’s the only one who can open me up.”
Bursting into laughter, Aaron gave up on keeping his hands to himself. “No more playing.”
“You’re a control freak in bed,” I said as he pulled me against him. “Keep it up and it won’t be your name over my pussy.”
“You had me at pussy,” Aaron moaned, kissing me until I couldn’t breathe. “Have I mentioned how much I love your nipples?”
Glancing down as he cupped by butt and pulled me against his erection, I saw the same smallish breasts with very happy puffy nipples.
“What about them? They’re weird.”
Aaron frowned. “They’re unique. Cooper said I should paint you naked, but I didn’t know what you looked like. I imagined many different versions. The reality is better.”
Leaning away from him, I shared his frown. “I don’t know what to think about any of what you just said. It was all a little weird. You and Cooper talking about me naked. You painting me naked. You comparing me with your fantasies.”
Aaron bit his bottom lip and my pussy clenched at the sight of it. “I’ve been thinking about you for months,” he murmured as I slid up and down with his erection between us. “A guy is bound to think about the naughty bits and I really like your naughty bits.”
“I thought about you too and,” I said, leaning to his ear to whisper, “it was so hard not to make noises alone in the dark with my hand between my legs.”
“That’s it.”
Aaron reached for the nightstand, but I guided him inside me. Groaning with pleasure, he used a hand to cup my butt. His other hand squeezed my breast with one of those puffy nipples between his fingers.
“I’m on the pill,” I whimpered while adjusting to the sensation of being so full. “I should have mentioned that early, but I was busy drooling over your hot body.”
Aaron kissed me softly as he rested on me on my back. “I can’t wait to teach you all these amazing positions, but we might have to wait until I have more control.”
Tracing the heart on his chest, I lifted me legs and wrapped them around his strong hips.
“Are you going to fuck me hard like before?” I moaned as he thrust once then twice deeply. “Don’t hold back. I’m sick of waiting.”
Chapter Twenty Two - Aaron
Lark slept curled up in the fetal position on the other side of the bed. I watched her for a long time, memorizing her features and surprised to find she had a splash of freckles at the base of her nose. They’d been hidden by makeup. After our midnight shower to cool off, those freckles were free to shine.
I wanted to touch them, but Lark wasn’t a deep sleeper. Whenever I moved, her lashes fluttered and I thought she would wake. She never did, but I was certain if I allowed my fingers to brush over the spots on her fair skin that she would wake and I knew she was tired.