“I was right,” I mumble against her mouth. “The answer is yes.”
She giggles as I stretch to the side, fumbling to open the bedside drawer where I stashed the brand-new box of condoms. Grabbing the strip, I move back underneath her and brandish it.
“But for now, I choose option two.”
Chapter twenty-six
Monty
My heart is thundering in my chest as Lark sits up and takes the strip of condoms from me. She tears one off and looks down at me.
“May I do the honours?”
I nod rapidly. She opens it and takes my cock in her hand, sliding up and down my length a few times. It’s not necessary, I’ve been rock-hard ever since she walked in on me in the bathroom. But it feels good, so I’m sure as shit not stopping her.
Once the rubber is rolled over my dick, she pauses. But with her hand wrapped around me, my brain is a scrambled mess.
“Dan, are you sure?”
I must resemble a fish with how my mouth flaps open and shut. Is she serious? It’s sweet she’s checking in, I guess, but good God, woman.
“Birdie, if you don’t put my dick in your sweet pussy immediately, I’m gonna embarrass myself and start begging. Please, don’t make a grown man beg.”
Her only response is to lift her hips, and holding my dick, she lines herself up. Then, achingly slow, she slides down me.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan, gripping her hips tightly. The sensation overload washes over me like a goddamn tidal wave. This is so much better than my hand, even better than Lark’s mouth. Why the fucking hell did I wait so long to do this?
Oh yeah. Because I was waiting for her, even when I didn’t know I was.
When I crack my eyes open again, Lark’s looking down at me, awestruck. “You…I…Ohmygod,” she sighs.
“Ditto,” is all I manage to get out because now, she’s moving, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. All I’m doing is lying here like a useless idiot. Get control man, figure out how to use your fucking body again. This feels good, but I’m willing to bet I can figure out how to make it feel even better.
Pep talk to myself over, I begin to thrust up. It takes a few minutes to figure out the rhythm, but then we’re moving together. Lark’s hands land on my chest, her hair falling around her face as she starts to breathe heavily.
Yeah, this is good.Holy shitgood. I draw my feet up and push up even faster, and Lark almost topples off. “Oops.”
She just giggles, thank fuck, and we readjust.
“Maybe not quite that enthusiastic?” Lark teases, dragging her fingers over my nipples. “Slow is fine to start with, you know.”
I nod eagerly and focus again on matching her pace. Her smile is all the encouragement I need. Then she does something with her hips, rotating them somehow.
“Good God,” I groan, my mouth falling open. Oh shit, this is gonna get embarrassing. “Stopstopstop.”
Lark freezes, and I focus on my breathing, trying to regainsome control.
“Are you okay?” she asks softly, and I can hear the worry in her voice. Opening my eyes, I force out a nod.
“Yeah,” I croak. “Just trying not to be a two-pump chump.”
Her laugh has me smiling in response. “It’s fine, Dan. Our first time doesn’t have to be perfect. Remember what you said about practice?” She gives another swivel of her hips and I groan.
“You’re killing me, woman.”
“They do call itla petite mort.”
“I’ll die a happy man.”
