~ LARK ~
She remembered the night before when he’d put her on top. This felt different with him sitting up, but she was game and she smiled into his kiss, affirming him every time he claimed her.
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
“Only mine, Lark.”
“Always. And you’re mine too—oh!” she gasped as he lifted her slightly to position her, then pressed in and pulled her down onto him.
Lark’s mouth fell open and for a moment she could only gasp and rock as they moved together, JP’s face open and shocked in some kind of wordless pleasure spasm.
Sitting on him, facing him, gave her full access to his beautiful body and she took full advantage of it. He’d worn a button-down that day and as they rocked together, she used shaking fingers on his buttons, doing her best, but struggling.
When she finally had his c
