Her lips land on mine, and we start to move in tandem again. “I’d rather you didn’t die. I’m nowhere near done with you, Dan Montgomery.”
Something in her voice wraps around my heart, holding it tight. And just like that, things start to move quickly again. Lark rocks up and down on my dick, and I’m content to let her lead — this time, at least.
Within a minute or two, I have to start listing off all the teams in the major leagues, trying to distract myself. Because the orgasm I can feel building? Is gonna be intense. And I’ll be damned if I let it happen too soon.
But this feels fucking incredible. I was already obsessed with Lark, but now? Being with her like this, as close as two people can get? Jesus, I don’t ever want to stop.
“So good,” she whines, and I reach one hand up to cup the back of her neck, needing to kiss her.
“You feel like heaven, Birdie. I had no idea,” I growl against her lips, kissing her messily. “Fuck.”
“Don’t stop,” Lark pants, her hips starting to move faster. “Oh God, my clit. I need…”
Some primal instinct kicks in, and my hand immediately reaches between us, my thumb finding her clit. I don’t know how I know what she needs, but I do. And seconds after, I start to circle around the hood of her pussy, her short nails dig into my chest, and she flings her head back.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
When I feel her pussy gripping me like a fucking vice, all bets are off on trying to control my own release. My thrusts are erratic and wild, probably uncoordinated as fuck. And all of a sudden, the sensations change, becoming way more intense. My dick is surrounded by warmth, and I swear to God, I can feel her pulsating around me. The noises coming out of me sound animalistic, and all too soon, I feel myself emptying into the condom.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe when I’m finally done. Lark is draped over my chest, and I can feel her heart racing with mine. I’m starting to soften inside of her, but I’ll be damned if I want to move.
Unfortunately, Lark does that for me. “Hold the condom?” she instructs, and I grip my base as she slowly lifts off me.
She stills, looking down at my dick. I lift my head to see what she’s staring at. “What?”
“Um. Well, the condom. It broke.”
“Oh.”
“Hold on.” She doesn’t look at me, climbing off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. A minute later, she returns with a small towel. After she hands it to me, I wrap it aroundthe base of my cock and pull off the condom. It’s a lot messier than I expected, but I guess that’s what happens when it breaks. I wrap it in a ball and drop it to the floor.
My mind is racing, trying to figure out what to say. It’s clear Lark’s nervous about this, and I need to reassure her somehow.
“I guess I don’t need to tell you, I’ve got a clean bill of health.” I say, trying to make light of it. A tiny flash of a smile crosses her face but it’s gone too soon.
“Lark, I’m sorry.”
That seems to break whatever spell she was under, and she reaches a hand out to rest it on my arm. “No, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I freaked out for a minute there.” She manages to muster a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “It’s fine, really. I’m on the pill, so you know, we’ll be okay.”
Her nervous laugh doesn’t convince me that she’s truly fine. But I’m at a loss for what else to say. I wish I could go back in time and recapture the fuckingmagicfrom a few minutes ago.
“We’ll be okay no matter what, Birdie. It’s me and you.”
Her shoulders sag at last, the tension receding. I take the chance and reach for her, pulling her to lie back down in my arms. Thank fuck, she comes easily, nestling back in to snuggle.
“That’s better,” I say, nuzzling into her hair.
Her arms squeeze tight around me for a second before relaxing. “Sorry I ruined your first time with my panic.”
My hand finds her ass, or at least the side of it, and I smack lightly. “Stop apologizing. You didn’t ruin anything. That was a goddamn experience. I’m talking angels singing from on high, fireworks exploding, World Series championship, top-ten moments of all-time, experience.”
This time, her giggle sounds more like my Lark. “Top ten, huh? What needs to improve to make it into the top five?”
“For starters, me not bucking you off.”
An adorable snort escapes her, and now we’re both laughing.
“Rookie mistake,” she says, her lips finding my jawline. “You’ll do better next time.”
