I slip my hand up to his cheek and guide our lips together. They barely touch when that familiar heat races from my stomach to the arches of my feet. His tongue finds mine, and my hands begin exploring everything under the blankets.
I trace the lines across his back and shoulders, and he quickly slides the thin tee up my sides and over my head. We both sigh as our bare chests press together, and his mouth covers mine.
His tongue dips once into my mouth before his lips move to my jaw, my neck. I close my eyes as waves of pleasure ripple through my stomach. His mouth is on my tight nipple, pulling, licking. He gives it a suck before kissing his way to the other side.
“Mark,” I whisper as he repeats the process, sending little sparks to my core, clenching my inner muscles.
His teeth graze my nipple, and a moan slips from my throat. A groan rumbles from his as he kisses my ribs, my waist, making his way lower.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he says against my stomach, and my toes curl.
He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls them away with one swift tug.
“Oh, God!” My back arches off the bed as his expert tongue finds my clit and begins to circle.
Circles, kisses, sucks and strokes. He’s eager, hungry, and I’m gripping the sheets, gripping his hair, writhing and crying out in ecstasy. Sparkles of pleasure shudder through my legs, and he gives my pussy one more kiss before he slides up quickly and covers my mouth with his.
My taste is on his tongue as it curls with mine. He spreads my thighs, and I feel that delicious pressure, the sizzling anticipation just before he pushes in with one deep thrust.
“Yes,” we both groan together.
He’s inside me so deep, filling and stretching me all the way to my core. Once seated, he stills, both arms beside me, the weight of his body holding me down. Our eyes meet, and his burn with so much emotion. I’m certain mine reflect the same passion, the same deep need, the same burning hunger.
Then he starts to move.
My back arches. I lift my knees, and my eyes close. My mouth opens as his thickness moves me, hitting my clit and igniting my second orgasm.
My face is buried in his neck, and I clutch his shoulders, holding on as the sparks of pleasure tingle through my limbs.
“Mark,” I cry. “Don’t stop.”
His mouth covers mine, and we kiss, long and savoring. Our mouths move again and again in time with our hips. We’re grasping and holding, hungry and consuming. He pulls back, and I follow. I move to the side, and he chases me.
Instinct takes over as my orgasm crests. My legs are tight around him, and I break, arching and moaning, feeling the spasms rippling through my insides.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, and he’s suddenly out of me.
I feel his heavy erection on my waist, and hot liquid shoots over my stomach again and again with every groan.
His forehead is against my shoulder, and he reaches down to tug his cock. My hand follows, and I mimic his movements, wanting to give him pleasure like he’s given me.
“Fuck.” It’s a shuddered whisper as I take over, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft and gently pulling rhythmically, over and over.
I feel another pulse in my hand, another touch of heat on my stomach, and he groans so deeply.
“Lara,” he whispers, and I feel a shiver move through his body. “That’s so good.”
My pumping slows, and I kiss his sweaty cheek. I run my tongue along his jaw, wanting his salt in my mouth. I want all of him, even his come on my body.
A guilty smile is in his eyes when he lifts his head. “I didn’t have a condom.”
“You pulled out,” I say, grinning back. “Now I’m a mess.”
He leans away and glances down. “A beautiful mess.”
And in a flash he’s off me, out of the bed and grabbing the tee I was wearing. “Mark!” I shriek. “It’s freezing.”
The shirt is on my stomach, and he cleans me up fast, bundling the cotton material and dropping it on the floor before scooting in behind me again, his strong arms around my waist.
“I’ll warm you up.” His mouth is at my ear, and his beard scuffs my neck.
“Tickles!” I cry and lean forward, but he chases me, kissing the top of my shoulder blade and doing a little growly laugh.
I laugh, too, and his warmth soothes my insides. I straighten until my back is firm against his chest. His arms are solid, holding me close. My eyes start to close, and I allow my body to relax in his embrace.
He kisses my head, and the last thing I hear before I sleep is his deep voice saying, “Sleep, Angel.”
Mark
Lara is in my arms.
She’s in my bed, safe beside me.
Her eyes are closed, and I listen to the sweet whisper of her breath gently gliding in and out. I feel the movement of her chest under my arm.
I never want to let her go.
My face is buried in her silky hair, and her scent of little flowers surrounds me. It’s fresh and hopeful. I want to tell her about my plans, the money I’ve earned, and my goals for January.
Only I’m not waiting for January anymore. She’ll stay with me here from now on, and I’ll escort her to and from that fucking theater if she even wants to continue with the show.
I expect I’m fired. Can you attack your boss’s brother and still have a job?
It changes my plan slightly, but I still have money in the bank.
And I still love her.
I love her.
The words enter my mind unbidden, and for a moment I let them stay there, take root. Lowering my chin, I place my lips against her skin and think of all the ways I love this woman. I love her laughter and her strength. I love her beauty and her talent. I love how she loves the same things as me, and even her devotion to Molly, as much as it complicates her life, I love that she won’t break her promise.
Kissing her higher, I slip my tongue out and taste her skin. It’s soft and clean, and she exhales a little sigh. She starts to wake, moving her ass right against my cock, which brings that member to life.
From my position, I see her eyes blink open, and I grin. Her gaze lowers to my fist at her breast, and she pulls my hand to her lips, placing small kisses on my fingers just above my bandage.
I kiss her neck, moving into the back of her hair, and she makes a little noise.
Add those little noises to the list of things I love.
She opens my palm and kisses it before placing it on her breast. Rocking her hips, she massages my erection with her ass, and it’s enough of an invitation for me.
I reach down to open her thighs, positioning my tip at her tight little core before sliding in to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss at finding her so wet and ready.
“Mark,” she whispers, arching her back as my pace quickens.
Her hands cover mine on her soft breasts, and I’m not slowing down.
My head is feverish, and a deep and primal need in me drives my thirst for more. One hand leaves mine, and she’s circling her clit. Her inner muscles contract rhythmically, and it’s more than I can take. My eyes squeeze tightly shut.
Just a little bit more.
“Mark!” she gasps, and fuck me.