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“Lark?” When she looks back, I say, “You’re my girlfriend, and I hope you believe me when I tell you that I care about you. More than I expected so soon, to be honest. I don’t want to fuck this relationship up before it really begins. Getting it over with when it comes to you is the last thing I want to do.” Cupping her face, I kiss her cheek and then lie back down. “Don’t ask me to take something you’re not ready to give.”
She huffs, flopping flat on the bed beside me and tossing her arm across her forehead. “I can’t even give it away these days.” Facing me, she adds, “And for the record, I don’t think you’re taking advantage of me or my situation.I choose you, babe.I just want you to choose me as well.”
I can hear the plea in her tone as if having sex will fix everything that’s wrong in her life. I know firsthand that sex doesn’t have that power. “Believe me when I say this, baby, I am choosing you but please let me make this special for you?”
“Do I have a choice?” Her eyebrow quirks higher.
“Sure, you have two options. I can fuck you right now, or I can make it worth the wait. What do you choose?” Please choose two. She’s already gotten under my skin, so fucking her like she’s any other girl isn’t going to be something I’m capable of.
I can see the debate in her eyes. I don’t know whether to laugh or take the compliment. I take her hand instead, and say, “Your first time should be special.”
“It would have been,” she fake grumbles, but then laughter bounces through her. “Geez, what happened to being spontaneous?”
“That was before I had all the facts.”
She rolls over, the cups of her bra hiding her breasts. Disappointment runs through a vein of my greedy side. Not only have I lost visual access to those perfect tits, but I can’t seem to find the silver lining to the reality that I’m not getting laid tonight.Fuck.
Whipping herself on top of me, she straddles me, and my dick is instantly hard again. But knowing I’m not getting any gratification tonight, I take her by the hips and lift her to the side, putting her back on the mattress again.
“Hey,” she says. “I made my choice.”
I get out of bed to find my underwear on the floor but stop and look back at her propped up on her elbows. “Well, I’m choosing the other for you. I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she asks, “What if that’s exactly what I want for my first time? I don’t want hearts and roses or picnics by the lake. I want to feel normal like every other twenty-one-year-old.”
I don’t bother with my boxer briefs. I climb back on the bed and then push the covers down so we both can slip our legs under. For someone so sure of herself, she falls in bed and curls up right beside me. Lying with our heads on the pillows, we face each other. “You are normal, Lark,” I say, lying. I don’t know any twenty-one-year-old virgins, but I chalk it up to the fact that I just didn’t care enough about my first time to think twice. “I respect that you value that part of yourself enough to wait for the right time—”
“The right guy works, too.” She drapes her arm over my chest. “I’m ready, Harbor.”
Her whole body vibrates, and she’s still grinning.I remember the delicious feeling.She’s still reeling from the high of her first real orgasm—one that I gave her.Shit, I’m getting hard again.“For someone who is basically begging me for sex, you sure do look cozy and content.”
She laughs. “I can’t help it. Look at us all naked and cuddling. I would have never guessed that I’d end up with the guy from the gas station.” She yawns, and I’m reminded of the late hour.
“I’ve been thinking about that. I’m not thrilled with being the ‘guy from the gas station.’ We need a redo.” I lean over and kiss her quickly. “I also think we need some sleep.”
“I agree on the sleep, but as for the redo, I’d just like the first ‘do.’” She giggles and then lifts the covers, and asks, “What about the situation down there?”
I cover up again and shake my head slightly. “I don’t have a ‘situation down there.’ It’s a hard-on. It will go down.”
“Won’t that hurt? I always heard it hurts.”
Is she fucking with me right now? She might be, but I have a feeling she’s not. “I wouldn’t call it pain, but if you want to kiss it and make it feel better, I won’t stop you.”
Eager, she moves under the covers. “I’ve always wanted to try this.”
“What?” My head bolts up from the pillow, and I lift the cover to see her eyes. She’s got to be fucking with me. “You’ve never given a blow job?”
“No, but it seems like a good skill to have.”
My eyes practically bulge out of my head.Skill?Her having great blowie skills is not the reputation I want her to have. “No. No. Absolutely not. You don’t need that skill.”
“What about you?”
What the fuck?“I don’t need that skill either.”
She bursts out laughing again. “I meant me using that skill on you.”
“Oh right. It’s late, and I’m—oh fuck.” I lay my head back on the pillow as her tongue travels over my erection. Reaching under the covers, I rub the top of her head, the only part of her I can reach.
