My mind flashed back to Lark’s last phone call to me.
“I miss you,” I whispered.
“Te extrańo, mi amor.”
I let out a sigh. I loved when Lark spoke to me in Spanish.
“Are you turned on?” Lark asked in a hushed voice.
“More than you could know.”
“Wait till I get back. I’m going to bury myself so fucking deep inside you, you’ll know I’ve been there for days.”
“Lark.” I squeezed my legs together to control the throbbing.
“God I wish I could hear you make yourself come.” It sounded like he had gotten up and walked away. I bit down on my lower lip and let out a sigh.
“Can you?” I asked.
He let out a growl and said, “No. Don’t fucking touch yourself either. I don’t want you making yourself come until I get back. I want to hear you scream out my name.”
“Okay,” I barely said.
“Promise me, Azurdee.”
“I promise you, I won’t touch myself until you come back.”
I was snapped out of my memory by Ralph slapping his hands together directly in my face. “Girlfriend. Where in the heck were you just now? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that smile on your face before or seen that color on your cheeks.”
I placed my hands on my cheeks. I shook my head and pushed him out of the way. “Listen, I’m exhausted. I’ve been here since five this morning. Do you mind if I take off?”
“Have at it, darling. Get some sleep, Dee, you look like shit.”
I grumbled out a curse word and made my way to the back. Yep. If he weren’t like a brother to me he’d be gone.
I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail. I had on my favorite Victoria’s Secret boyfriend sweatpants and the only reason I had them on was because of their damn name. I had taken one of Lark’s T-shirts from his place before I left and had slept in it each night. I even went out and bought some of his cologne so that I could spray it on the shirt when I could no longer smell him.
Yep. I’m totally in high school again. I crawled into bed and grabbed my Kindle. I didn’t even turn it on. I set it back down and grabbed my phone. Nothing. No missed calls, no text messages, no voicemails. I checked my email too. Nothing.
Lark. Please let me know you’re okay.
I slipped under the covers and pulled them up around my neck. It was a cold December night and I didn’t want to start a fire. I didn’t even want to turn on my heater. I just wanted to bury myself under my quilt and pray that Lark was okay.
After staring at the ceiling for two hours I finally felt myself drifting off to sleep. I’d slept like shit the last week and it was catching up to me. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.
“Mi amor. Wake up.”
“Hmmm…” I was dreaming of Lark. He was sitting next to me in my bed trying to wake me up but I was so tired. I just couldn’t open my eyes. If only he were really here.
“Azurdee, baby, wake up.”
I felt his warm lips kissing my face and I let out a soft moan. “Lark,” I whispered.
Then I felt his lips on mine. I reached up and pushed my hand through his hair. God this dream felt so real.
“Baby wake up. I’ve missed you so much.”
I snapped my eyes open and looked into the most beautiful green eyes ever.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” I said.
He smiled and said, “You really should start setting your alarm.”
I sat up quickly and began crying as I threw myself into his arms. “Oh God! Oh thank you God. I was so worried when you were late and I didn’t hear from you.”
He ran his hand down my back and said, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t call. I wanted to call you so bad but I couldn’t.”
I pulled back and slammed my lips into his as I crawled out from the covers and began stripping my clothes off. My sweats came off first and then my panties. Lark pulled back and smiled. “Is that my T-shirt?”
I looked down and then back up at him as I felt the heat move across my cheeks. “I wanted to have you near me. I hope you don’t mind.”
He shook his head and said, “No…I don’t mind at all.” I reached for the T-shirt and pulled it over my head as he whispered, “Christ, you’re so beautiful.”
I smiled as I reached out for his shirt to take it off. My hands stopped when I saw how he was dressed. Why is he in fatigues?
He slowly stood up and I followed. My eyes moved up and down his body. When they landed on his dog tags I sucked in a breath of air. I looked up into his eyes and whispered, “You’re still in the Marines, aren’t you?”
He looked away and then looked back at me, closed his eyes and whispered, “Yes.”
For the first few seconds I stood there shocked. I was so confused. There was no base here in Austin. I knew he went to the Army Reserve base a lot, but I had no idea why. I loved him unconditionally and I didn’t need to know why he couldn’t tell me what his job was. I had no intentions of asking him any questions about it. There was a reason he couldn’t say and I knew he must have just rushed over here as soon as he got home.
I moved closer to him and reached for his shirt. I pulled it over his head, never taking my eyes from his. I glanced down at his dog tags and quickly looked away. I reached for his belt buckle and began taking it off. Lark reached down and quickly took off his boots and then his pants. He threw them to the side and pulled me to him. He lifted my chin up and when our lips touched we both let out a moan.
“Oh God. I missed you so much,” he whispered as he pulled his lips back just enough to speak.
“Make love to me. Please make love to me,” I said as my breathing increased. He picked me up and gently laid me down and then moved on top of me.
It wasn’t lost on me that he still had his dog tags on. I opened my legs to him and when he finally pushed into me I felt like I was going to cry from the sweet relief he was providing me.
I moved my fingertips up and down his back as he slowly made love to me. He buried his face in my neck and kept repeating how much he had missed me and how sorry he was he couldn’t call.
I didn’t even care. All I cared about was that he was here and we were together. I felt the familiar build up and as my orgasm hit me he pushed up and looked into my eyes.
I knew what I was about to do could scare him away but I was so overcome with emotion I needed to say it.