She licked her lips and that made me imagine kissing them, feeding my cock between them.
“Aren’t you curious?” I murmured.
She shifted on the stool. “Maybe.”
“Then let me make you come. Right here.”
Her eyes widened. “Here?”
“Yes. I don’t need a bedroom, or silk sheets and fancy candles.”
She made a sound. “We haven’t even kissed.”
I cupped her cheek. “Then let’s change that.”
She licked her lips. “Okay.”
The rush of hot anticipation was huge. All because Lark was letting me kiss her.
I lowered my head, felt the puff of her breath on my cheek. Then I softly grazed my lips against her plump ones. She made a little sound, one I felt all the way to my gut. Then her lips opened.
My tongue swept in and hers stroked it. Her fingers gripped my arms, digging in. I could feel my pulse moving faster, the blood moving thicker in my veins. Just from a damn kiss.
Need exploded inside me. The need to claim. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth.
She made a sound and suddenly, she was plastered against me. I slid my hands under her ass, tilted my head, and deepened the kiss.
The kiss turned hungry, greedy. I devoured her until we were both writhing against each other.
When I lifted my head, reluctantly breaking the kiss, we were both breathing hard. “Now, we’ve kissed.”
She nodded, her cheeks flushed pink.
“Can I make you come now?”
She licked her swollen lips. “Okay.”
Fierce satisfaction rocketed through me. Sex had always been a pleasurable release, but in this moment, desire, need, and something else twisted inside me. Something different.
And it was urgent. It sank its claws into me.Touch her. Take her.
My hand slid up her thigh and under the shirt, up to the delicate skin of her inner thigh.
“I want your panties off,” I growled.
“I’m not wearing any.”
I groaned and my cock throbbed. I slid my fingers higher, and she jerked, her thighs trapping my hand between them. I stroked her pussy and found her waxed bare, except for a tiny strip of hair above her sex.
“Lark.” I stroked. “So soft, so wet.”
Her hips tilted and she gripped the edge of the stool. “I’m not screaming yet.”
I smiled. I loved a challenge. Most of the women I bedded were not a challenge at all. They hurried to give me everything I wanted. Not Lark. I explored, rubbing my thumb in smooth circles. I thumbed her clit.
She bit her lip, her breaths coming in hard pants.
God, my own desire was twisting my gut into knots.
