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“Whatever you want,” I said.
* * *
Lark and Ilazed in bed for a little while before getting up and heading to the kitchen in search of food and caffeine. I’d gone to my room to grab some sweatpants and a shirt since cooking naked was dangerous.
“How about I help you with breakfast today?” Lark asked, kissing the back of my neck. I completely forgot what I was doing as her tongue drew little designs on my skin.
“What?” I asked.
She chuckled and before I knew what was happening, her hand was sliding into the front of my sweatpants, making a little satisfied sound to find me wet already. I’d woken up unbearably horny, as usual. I was just getting used to being ready to go at any second when I was around her. My sex drive seemed to have gone up, not down, the longer I’d lived with her. It was a good thing I didn’t have a penis or else I’d just have a constant boner walking around everywhere.
“Mmmm,” she said, circling my clit with her fingers. “What a sweet little burrito.”
Her words cut through my lust haze. “Are you referring to my junk as a burrito now?”
“Well, I am going to stuff it, so sure,” she said, and my horny brain was both confused and hungry at the same time.
“I don’t know why this is working for me, but it is,” I said, and she plunged three fingers inside me with no prep, but I was ready for her. Both hands went to the counter to hold me up so I didn’t completely collapse to the floor.
Lark fucked me slowly, and it was maddening.
“Please, Lark, please,” I said, trying to push myself against her for more sensation.
“Shh, it’s okay love,” she said, using her other hand to claspone of my nipples and roll it between her fingers.
I gasped and trembled before I clamped my hand around her wrist and forcing her to go faster. She didn’t stop me, just let me use her as she curled her fingers inside me, setting off a toe-curling orgasm that almost had me folding to the floor, but Lark managed to hold me up as my body convulsed with each wave of pleasure.
Lark stroked my hair and waited with me for the storm to be over. Eventually I let go of her wrist and braced myself on the counter.
“Fucking hell, Lark,” I said, still shaking in the aftermath. My body folded over the counter and I pressed my heated cheek to the cool surface.
Lark laughed and patted me on the back.
“Good morning, Syd.”
* * *
Of course,I had to get her back before we had breakfast, so before I could even decide what we were going to eat, I told her to get on the counter and spread her legs so I could make her come with my mouth and my fingers. It took all of a few minutes to have her screaming.
“I love the way your burrito tastes,” I said, licking my lips afterward.
Lark giggled. “I don’t know how far we can carry this metaphor until it gets weird.”
“Let’s find out,” I said, helping her down.
Lark sliced strawberries while I minded the chocolate chip pancakes in the pan and the bacon on a tray in the oven. She hummed a random song softly and I kept getting distracted by her and almost burned the pancakes several times.
“We have to have whipped cream,” Lark said, pulling a can out of the fridge and brandishing it at me.
“Oh, absolutely,” I said. “You can have as much as you want.”
Lark absolutely covered her pancakes until you couldn’t even see them anymore.
“My mother never let me do things like this, so getting to do them as an adult makes me happy,” she said, sprinkling sliced strawberries on top of her whipped cream pancakes.
I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me.
“You deserve whipped cream,” I said slowly. “If you want drums of whipped cream, you should have them.”
