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Seren sighed and reached for her hand, placing it over her breast.

“Touch me, Lark. I’m yours. You can do anything, everything you want.”

Lark’s stomach clenched, her muscles locked in anticipation. And then… she felt herself grow wet. Just by standing here, looking at the perfection that was Seren, her hand on the small, gorgeous breast, the nipple a tight pebble under her touch.

“I want so many things, Seren. You have to know that deep dives into theoretical lesbian sex aside, I never… I mean, with a woman. Or—” She almost said it. She almost said that she had never had sex willingly in her life and clamped her mouth shut, hoping Seren wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t ask… Not now. Not here. Not in this perfect house, not in this perfect moment.

Seren seemed to sense her apprehension and simply lifted Lark’s other hand, placing it on the breast.

They both sighed. It was like touching a live wire and Lark wasn't prepared. Nothing in any of the books she had used as research, nothing in the hundreds of romance novels she had consumed, had prepared her for this. For how Seren’s skin would feel under her touch. For how Seren would look, head thrown back, clearly enraptured by the feeling.

But Lark wanted more. Good thing those books were so detailed… and had pictures.

“Now that we have set the level of expectations,” Lark said, and Seren hummed in agreement. “I think it’s time to explore the depth of my research.”

Before Seren could say anything, Lark lowered her mouth and took one tight, hard, pink nipple in her mouth. Seren gasped, and Lark’s knees almost gave out.

This was heaven. So maybe genuflecting was appropriate? No book mentioned how amazing this would taste. Feel. She flicked her tongue. Seren cursed and whined above her so loudly that Lark’s hands shook in anticipation. She flicked her tongue again, and Seren’s fingers dove into her hair, pulling and grabbing, and Lark felt on top of the world.

Except where she really wanted to be was on top of Seren. Mouth not leaving the silky skin, her fingertips mimicking her ministrations on the other nipple, Lark walked them gently toward the bed till the backs of Seren’s knees bumped into it. Then all it took was one push.

Seren yelped in surprise, and Lark watched her handiwork spread before her. Naked chest heaving, one breast wet, the other waiting, Seren’s face was a picture of shock and hunger.

Lark felt powerful. There was no other word for it. She slowly unbuttoned her dress, watching as Seren’s eyes grew darker, and undid the top button of her tuxedo trousers, the luxurious material soft under her fingers.

The slide of the zipper was loud in the silence that surrounded them, and Seren’s gaze followed every single move that Lark made. She lifted her hands away from Seren and back to her now undone dress, pulling the two sides apart. The feeling of power was heady as she shimmied her hips till the dress fell down her legs freely, as she stepped out of it, one foot, then the other, and as she placed one knee on the bed, clad in just her bra and panties, before following it up with the other, bracketing Seren’s body with her thighs.

Seren immediately reached for her, her fingers tangling in Lark’s hair, their lips coming together in a long kiss. When their tongues touched, Lark sighed into Seren’s mouth, enjoying the velvety slide, desperate for more, leaning over Seren, hungry for the skin-on-skin connection that felt like nothing ever before in her lifetime.

Love makes everything different. Love also makes you deviate from your plan.

Lark sucked on Seren’s lower lip before releasing it with a pop. Then she took Seren’s wrists in her hands.

“The book says that restraint might enhance the experience. So how about you keep your hands right here, practicing said restraint?”

Seren looked at her from lowered lashes.

“Is that what the book said?”

“Yes, page 34. I underlined the entire paragraph.” Lark gave her a quick peck.

“How many pages was this book?” Seren’s voice sounded strained.

“Over two hundred. Will that be a problem?” Lark asked. Seren groaned then reached for her, indulging them both in a longer, deeper kiss. Their tongues glided over each other, and Lark felt her resolve weaken a little. Maybe she was the one who needed to remember restraint? All she wanted was to drown in Seren, touch and kiss and lick everything and everywhere at once.

“I’ll see what I can do about keeping my hands to myself,” Seren said when they parted, and Lark almost asked her what she was talking about, so far gone she was from mere kissing.

No, no, you have a plan. Granted, said plan was formulated before you’saw Seren’s breasts, and so not ideal, because said breasts are magnificent…

Lark laid her lips back on the still-wet nipple, unable to deny herself any longer. Seren’s hips lifting and grinding over her abdomen was her only reaction, but a reaction nonetheless, and Lark wanted more. Suddenly, it felt imperative that she get more.

She lifted her head and murmured, “The book says to vary the technique of stimulation.” And as Seren nearly choked, either on laughter or on a groan, Lark proceeded with the variations. She bit gently on the nipple and then sucked it in her mouth and kept at it till Seren’s body shuddered underneath her, taut like a bow, her mouth open on a silent scream.

“So, is variation good? I see the book has some solid advice.” Lark mused and switched breasts, her fingernails leaving trails up and down Seren’s torso. Seren, whose hands were tangled in the sheets, was clearly holding on for dear life.

When Seren’s panting and moaning got a little too loud, Lark decided it was time to proceed. Proceed to a place that made her excited, nervous, scared that she would fail, scared that she would not be good enough. But when she pulled Seren’s trousers and boxers down and saw how wet Seren was and that it was all for her, Lark lost her breath, her place in the book, her bookmark, and damn near her mind.

Nothing in her life had ever come close. Nothing in her life could ever compare. Nothing. She leaned closer, looking, taking Seren in, the trimmed short hair revealing something so beautiful, so sensuous, Lark nearly dove headfirst. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to throw her head back and shout her happiness to the entire world. How was this her life? How was this woman lying still, allowing Lark to explore, to do anything she wanted, so patient and giving and so wet, and all for Lark?