Unconditional Love (Journey of Love #1)(54)
Author: Kelly Elliott

We walked into the house and Lark led me into the kitchen. Each time we walked into the beach house I couldn’t help but smile. It was decorated in a beach theme but was also a tad on the fancy side. I could easily see this house sitting on the shore of Nantucket. It was not decorated like Lark’s parents’ ranch house at all. The whites and light blues made it completely relaxing. I fell in love with it the moment we walked in.

Lark motioned for me to sit down on the stool at the kitchen island. I glanced down and saw a bottle with a cork in it sitting on the island.

Lark sat down across from me. “My father asked me what my intentions were with you.”

I swallowed hard. “I would think that would be my father asking that question.” Lark smiled and nodded his head. I knew he was nervous about meeting my parents. It looked like he was going to get out of meeting them again, depending on how long he would be out of town for.

“Do you want to know what my answer was?”

I got that weird feeling in my chest again where it feels like my heart is just dropping to the ground. Did I want to know what he said? No! Yes! No! Yes!

I nodded my head and took a deep breath.

“I told him I wanted to marry you someday.”

I let out a gasp as Lark looked intently into my eyes.

“I want to see you walking toward me dressed in a beautiful white gown. I want a future with you, Azurdee. I want to wake up every morning and feel you in my arms. I want to fall asleep with you whispering that you love me. I want…”

He took a deep breath and gave me a smile. “I want to have kids with you. I keep dreaming of touching your stomach when it’s swollen with our child. I want to give you everything you want. I want to support you in your dreams, hold you when you hurt, make you laugh when you’re sad, and make love to you every day. I want to start our journey of love.”

I covered my mouth and began crying. Lark placed his hand on the side of my face as I dropped my hands from my mouth. “I’ve never had anyone say such amazing things to me before.”

He looked down and reached for the bottle. “My father told me that his dad had talked to him about something called the journey of love. My father told me that when I was ready to start my journey, I needed to talk to you about it. There is this tradition in my family that starts this journey.”

I nodded my head and said, “What is it?”

“My father brought my mother to the beach when he knew she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, when he knew he was ready to start his journey of love. They both were in separate rooms and wrote each other a letter about their hopes, dreams, doubts, and goals for their love. They put the letters in the bottle and they put it in the ocean. The idea is that each journey is different. It’s filled with calm seas and rough seas but together you can weather anything.”

He laughed and shook his head as if remembering something. “I was confused after I walked out of that room about the whole bottle thing, but it just all clicked. All of it made sense when I was telling you.”

He looked into my eyes and I realized I was holding my breath. His beautiful green eyes were filled with nothing but pure love.

“I want to share this journey with you and only you, Azurdee. I love you.”

I smiled and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I love you too. Fate has already stepped in…you’re who I’m meant to be with, Lark. I knew it the moment you first touched me.”

He stood up and walked around the island and grabbed me and pulled me up. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “You’re mine.”

I nodded my head and said, “Always.”

He picked me up and began walking toward the stairs. I looked back at the bottle and said, “I thought we were going to write our letters.”

As he took the stairs two at a time, still carrying me, he said, “After I make love to you.”

I stared down at the piece of paper and looked at my shaking hand. I closed my eyes tightly and thought back to just an hour ago when Lark made such sweet love to me. I placed my hand on my neck and could almost feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he whispered how much he loved me.

I opened my eyes and smiled. I reached for my phone and sent him a text message:

Me: Are you done?

Lark: No. Are you?

Me: No. I have a question. Are we reading each other’s letters?

Lark: Nope.

Me: K.

Lark: Does that make a difference?

Me: I don’t think so. For some reason I’m really nervous.

Lark: Me too!

I laughed when I read his last text. My big tough Marine. I couldn’t imagine him nervous about anything.

Me: You’re nervous? That turns me on.

Lark: Oh yeah? How turned on are you?

Me: Let me check…yep, pretty turned on.

Lark: Fuck.

I hugged myself as I let out a chuckle. I could just picture him now adjusting his hardening dick. I let out a breath and tried to contain my uncontrollable urge to go find him.

Lark: Are you touching yourself?

Me: Are you?

Lark: Yes.

Oh. My. God.

Me: Then so am I.

Lark: Tell me what you feel like.

I slipped my hand under my dress and down into my panties as I pushed my fingers inside. I let out a moan and dropped my head back as I moved my fingers in and out.

My phone pinged and I looked at the text.

Lark: I’m waiting, mi amor.

Me: I’m wet. Very wet.

Lark: Taste yourself.

My stomach dropped and I set my phone down and pulled my hand from my panties. I bit down on my lower lip and sighed how it turned me on when he talked dirty like that to me. I wanted nothing more than to put my fingers in my mouth and do what he said.

My phone pinged and I glanced down at it.

Lark: Touch yourself again, Azurdee.

I pushed my fingers down into my panties again and began finger fucking myself.

I closed my eyes and imagined Lark’s lips down there.

My phone pinged again and I opened my eyes to read his message.

Lark: I’m imagining my cock deep inside you. It feels so good.

Oh God. How does he do this to me? One minute he is so utterly romantic and the next…

Lark: Are you getting close to coming baby?

Me: Yes.

Lark: Tell me how it feels.

Trying to type with one hand while my other hand was bringing me so close to an orgasm proved harder than I thought. I carried on though, breathing hard.

Me: I feel myself getting wetter. The sound is turning me on.

Lark: I’m so close. Fuck yourself harder and faster.

Just seeing his words caused me to move my hand faster and I could feel the build up growing stronger.