Page 158 of At First Spark
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 jerksinside 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.
