I undo my pants, then remove them and my boxers as my cock springs from its confines.
She shifts onto her knees, and her eyes widen for a heartbeat. Lark rips open the package. Her small hands encircle my dick, and she holds it, then leans in, eyes on mine, and runs her tongue along the shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, but not this time, baby.”
I won’t last. It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman, and I would like to not embarrass myself if I can avoid it. Watching Lark suck my cock will absolutely make that a reality.
“Maybe next time I’ll see if I can make you scream.”
“I look forward to it,” I say with a grin. “But right now I’d like something else.”
“Good, me too.”
She slides the condom on and lies back. I follow her down and press my lips to hers. When I pull away, I stare into her eyes, waiting for her to change her mind, to tell me to stop, to remind us both why we shouldn’t do this, but she doesn’t. She just smiles.
Fuck.
I push forward, my cock sliding into her wet heat. And then, when I’m fully inside her, I realize that hell is a place on earth, and I’m going to live in it when I have to let her go.
Chapter 20
Lark
That was the best sexual experience of my life.
Dear God.
How am I going to walk around doing mundane things when I know that I could be doing this?
I’m not. I’m going to be a waste to everyone I know.
We’re lying on the blanket, my head on his chest, arm draped over him, and he’s running his fingers up and down my spine.
This is weird. We need to say something.
However, neither of us has spoken. I lift my head, resting my chin on my hand. “Hi.”
He chuckles. “Hi.”
“So, we had sex.”
“That we did.”
I grin. “It was good.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
My eyes widen. “Did you not?”
“I didn’t say that.” Tristan smirks and looks up.
“Tristan!”
“What?”
