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There’s enough light from the open blinds drifting in to see her eyes locked on mine when she reaches for the waistband. She starts rolling my boxer briefs lower and when she reaches the tip of my dick, she licks her lips and looks down between us. My body throbs from the sight of her watching me, anticipation teeming in her eyes.
The fabric is lowered, and her chest fills with a sucked-in breath and the feel of her fingers run along my length. That’s not going to help me last, not in the least bit. The weight of my dick drops against her leg as I help her finish the job, kicking them off my feet to the floor.
I’m not shy.
I know how to please women. But something tells me I need to go slow with Lark. I need to claim her in a way where she feels in control, even when all I want to do is mark her with my fingerprints and ruin every memory she has with any other man.
Repositioning myself over her, I run my hands over my abs and then dip down to stroke myself before sliding my fingers between her thighs. I’m gifted with a moan and her lips parting. I glance down as her body moves against my hand. Reading her reactions, I find no doubt in her eyes, only the desire for more as her hands glide across my shoulders.
I go slow, appreciating her response to even the smallest of movements. Sliding down her body, I kiss the valley between her breasts, selfishly lingering as I take in the scent of her skin—a hint of orange and whiskey mixed with sweat from dancing. I lick the curvature of her tit and then cover one with my hand.
Trailing the fabric down like she did for me moments before, I like that her tits aren’t big but a good handful. The pert nipple, a tawny tease, puckers for me. I dip down and run my tongue over it before for blowing the slightest of breezes and then wrapping my lips around her.
Lark’s back arches ever so gently as her fingers run through my hair.
I treat the other nipple the same, squeezing both at the same time while trailing wet kisses down her stomach. Peeking up every so often, I meet her gaze, and she whispers, “I’m ready, Harbor.”
By how she moves and sounds, I’d already picked up on her desire. But I’m not finished with her yet. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes widen when I slip between her legs. I toy with the panties, knowing I could easily rip them, but I’m not sure how she’ll react.
I’m usually a hit-it-and-get-out guy, but I won’t do that with her. I’ll take the time and make the effort because Lark matters to me. I want to know what she likes and learning what she enjoys sexually isn’t just about wants or desire. It’s about knowing what she needs and making sure she’s mentallyandphysically satisfied.
Sliding down one side of the lace, I kiss where it laid against her skin. I do the same to the other side and then pull them down her thighs, discovering the sweetest meal before me. I’m ready to devour it. I look up at her once more, taking my time to appreciate her. “You’re stunning,” I say. “You know that?”
She bites her lip because no response is needed. I already know the answer, feeling the connection with her body and mind.
Grappling to touch me in any way, she barely reaches my scalp with the tips of her nails. Her beauty had caught my eyes, but it’s knowing her, tasting her sweet side that has me wanting more. I lower, running my nose across her softness before a deep inhale.
Goose bumps rise over her skin as she starts to writhe underneath me. I don’t wait. I dip my tongue between her lips and drag my tongue from bottom to top. Her hips buck into me and then squeeze against my head, so I pin her thighs down and make love to her with my tongue.
My hair is pulled with each thrust of my tongue. My dick seeks relief I know I won’t find against the mattress. Nothing will satisfy me until I’m inside her.
Letting go of her legs, I push against the bed to leverage myself to make the most of the orgasm that’s twisting through her body and about to release. I keep licking, flattening my tongue against the apex of her thighs. I lick the crease and then between her lower lips again, sucking on her clit until her back arches off the bed, and she yanks my hair.
Ecstasy rips my name from her lips as she peaks in her release and coats my tongue. Her body trembling against my lips, my hands, and my chest. I don’t stop until the last wave has rumbled through her. But then I’m quick to move higher, stealing her breath with a kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck and when our lips part, she sighs in contentment. “That was better than I ever imagined.”
I pause—my mind and body—her upper lip still between mine, frozen in a kiss. Did she just say . . .? My thoughts were muddled under her bliss; maybe they still are and I heard her wrong. I lift so I can see her eyes, and say, “Call me dumb, but that sounded like you just said this was the first time you had an orgasm.”
Tucking an arm under head, she’s tilted with a smile on her face. Her nails rub gently around my ear, and she replies, “It was . . . well, with someone else. I have a few times alone, but it’s never been like that.” I don’t know what I look like to her, but her brows pinch together, and her smile disappears. “Harbor?”
This night just took an unexpected turn.“Are you a virgin?” I can’t take my eyes off her. I won’t. What she says next will determine the rest of the night. Not that I haven’t gotten a few V cards over the years—some girls told me before and others didn’t—but this is Lark.
Lark is the “different” I didn’t know I needed in my life, the change I never saw coming, the breath of fresh air and my girlfriend. She’s my fucking girlfriend, and I almost had sex with her like it meant nothing. Not that it wouldn’t mean anything, but yeah, I’ll do things differently if it’s her first time. “Are you?” I ask when she seems to consider the question.
Her hands slide onto my shoulders, and she smiles again, gentler this time with a hint of apprehension in her eyes. “It might be my first time.”
“Might be? Or will be?”
The smile is wiped with shame. “Will be,” she whispers.And here I almost fucked it up.
I push the hair away from her face and lean down to kiss her. “It’s sweet that you held on to your virginity.”
“I don’t want to be sweet anymore, Harbor. I want to feel sexy and in control for once in my life. I’m tired of making it a bigger deal than it is and worrying about who’s going to be bothered by it.”
“That’s a lot to process.”
“Tell me about it.” She sighs. Her gaze reaches the window and beyond, but I don’t want to lose her or have her perceive this as a rejection. It’s not. Before I say anything, she adds, “But I don’t want us processing it. I just want to do it and get it over with.”
