“Practice makes perfect,” I say conversationally, not bothering to hold back my grin.
“Hmm. So it does,” she replies, and I can tell she’s smiling, too.
“And I do pride myself on being the very best I can be.”
“That work ethic of yours.”
“Exactly.”
“So.”
“So.” I move suddenly, rolling on top of her, pinning her between my arms, and letting my already-starting-to-stiffen dick settle between her legs. “Clearly, I need to continue my lessons.”
“Lessons?” Lark snort-laughs again, clapping her hand over her mouth. I peel it away and kiss her lips.
“Yeah. Sex ed.” I rock my hips against her. “I want an A plus.”
She gasps softly as my dick rubs against her clit. “You’re a good student, Dan. But maybe some study sessions would help.” Her hand moves blindly to the side, patting the mattress for the other condom packets. I reach over and grab them, settling back on my heels.
I might not have had sex until tonight, but I do know how to put on a condom. As soon as it’s rolled over me for a second time, I move back over top of her. And gripping the base of my dick, I slide right back into her fucking incredible pussy.
“Class is officially back in session.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Lark
Blinking my eyes open slowly, I become aware of the heavy weight of Dan’s arm over my waist, his hand cupped lovingly over my breast. I can feel his breath, slow and even against my neck, and the solid point of his cock nudging against me between my legs.
The man is insatiable. After the fumbles of our first time, he rallied impressively, bringing me no less than five orgasms.
How he got so talented with his tongue with zero experience, I donotknow. Maybe he’s just a quick learner, or maybe he takes direction well, or maybe Dan Montgomery is simply the perfect man for me.
Whatever it is, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy, this satisfied, or this deliciously sore in all the right places.
I shift slowly, trying not to wake him. At least one of us should get some sleep after how busy we were last night.
Last night…when I was supposed to marry Baron but spent it in bed with Dan instead. Today being New Year’s Day feels especially poignant. It’s the start of a new day, a new year, and a new life for me. Guess Michael Bublé was right. Because I amdefinitelyfeeling good.
“Mmm. Why are you awake?” Dan grumbles into my hair, and I feel him nuzzle in closer. He’s so affectionate, and I freaking love how he can’t seem to get enough of touching me, always wanting to be as close as possible.
Maybe other people would feel smothered, but not me. After a lifetime of chasing affection and constantly being denied, I’m loving every second of it.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep when I’m being poked in the behind,” I tease, pushing my butt back slightly, nudging him.
Of course, all Dan does is squeeze my breast before moving that hand down to my hip and thrusting against me a few times.
“Not my fault. I can’t control what my body does when I’m asleep.”
“Uh-huh, sure. That’s a great argument.” I roll over to face him. “For the record, I’m not complaining. Waking up in your arms is no hardship.”
His sleepy smile is just too freaking cute.
“But I need coffee.” To punctuate my statement, I yawn, covering my mouth and turning my head to save him from morning breath.
“I got it.” With a surprising display of energy for a man who was just asleep, Dan throws off the blankets and hops out of bed. I watch him unabashedly as he struts bare-ass naked into the bathroom. He emerges a few minutes later, still naked, only to swipe up his boxers from the floor, this pair covered in Santa hats.
“Christmas is over, you know,” I call out as he walks from the room, unable to resist another tease.
