But it is on-brand for me, I guess. Making Lark smile sure as fuck is an aphrodisiac for me. Underneath the jokes, however, I’m scared shitless. I want this to go well, and I certainly don’t want to hurt her. I know, it’s not her first time, only mine. But still.
I just keep reminding myself, I trust her with my life. So I can trust her with this.
Shifting so I’m lying beside her, propped up on one arm, I keep my gaze trained on hers as my fingers slowly start to trail lightly over her body. I come to rest my hand between her breasts and lean in to kiss her slow and sweet. Truthfully? Even if nothing else happened tonight, a part of me would be in fucking heaven just being here with her.
But a bigger part of me wants to feel this woman’s body clench around my dick.
Which is why I’ll do slow and sweet now. Because I know assoon as I get inside of her, it’s game on, and game over, probably in less time than it takes me to round the bases.
I move my lips down the smooth column of her throat, along her collar bone, and down farther. My hand precedes my mouth, grazing the soft swell of her stomach and over her hips. I can feel her move restlessly under me, seeking more touch, more pressure, justmore.
I’ll give it to her. But I want to explore first.
My mouth covers one of her breasts, sucking gently until her nipple is a stiff peak under my tongue.
“Oh my God,” Lark moans, her fingers raking through my hair. Her back arches into my touch and I move to the other side, lavishing attention on that breast. I take my time, licking, sucking, even biting down gently, listening to her cues to see what drives her wild.
“I can’t decide which one I like best,” I say, popping off and cupping them both in my hands.
Lark sputters, and I glance up to see her looking at me with a wild expression. I nod to her tits. “Left one feels rounder, but the right gets so stiff in my mouth. And they both cause you to make the most delicious sounds.”
She whimpers as I squeeze them, and I give her a wolfish smile. “I guess I don’t have to choose favourites. I can take my time and enjoy them both.”
“Don’t take too long,” she says, and I’m guessing she meant it to sound sultry but the thread of need in her voice makes me feel like a goddamn king. I’m the one driving her crazy with lust. Me. The oldest virgin in the entire goddamn league is making Lark Miller come undone with nothing but my hand and mymouth on her tits.
Fuckin’ right.
I suck a nipple into my mouth once more, just because I can. Then I move my way down. I don’t know what to expect, I’ve never done this before. But I damn well want to.
Lark spreads her legs, giving me space. I kiss my way down one thigh. Do all women taste this good? Like, her skin is somehow sweet. Jesus, it’s addicting.
She’s addicting.
My hand runs all the way down to her ankle, and I lift it up to drape over my shoulder, pressing one final kiss to the inside of her knee. Then I do the same on the other side, all while listening to Lark’s soft sighs and hums of pleasure.
Thanks, porn, for the inspiration.
But no video, no locker room chatter,nothingcould have prepared me for the way I’m stunned speechless by the pink folds of Lark’s pussy staring me in the face. I didn’t know what the guys meant when they said a pussy could be beautiful until now. Like, weirdly mysterious, totally delectable, and holy shit,I want it.
Looking up the expanse of her body, I see Lark’s head lifted from the pillow, staring down at me. I don’t want to fuck this up. Ireallydon’t want to fuck this up.
“I want to be good for you, Lark. Teach me.”
She swallows, and it kills me, waiting for her to say something. Then she says, “I’ll try.”
Maintaining eye contact right now starts to feel like too much pressure, so I close my eyes and lean down, aiming to press a kissto her clit.
I miss.
“Shit. Hang on,” I mutter, opening my eyes.
Lark slides her fingers down, making a vee on either side of her pussy. “Right there,” she murmurs.
I’m not going to ignore the instruction, not when I’m well aware of my shortcomings in this situation. This time when I lean down, I keep my eyes open and kiss the peak framed by her fingers.
“Dan,” she whispers. And mentally, I cheer. Target acquired.
I do it again, this time, snaking my tongue out to lap at her softly. She hums, a soft, contented sound, so I stay there, licking her pussy, exploring it with my tongue. She tastes just as good as when I licked her off my fingers. Speaking of which…
