25. Monty

Chapter twenty-five

Monty

Is cracking jokes and being a wiseass the best idea for foreplay the first time you have sex — or are about to?

Possibly not…

But it is on-brand for me, I guess. Making Lark smile sure as fuck is an aphrodisiac for me. Underneath the jokes, however, I’m scared shitless. I want this to go well, and I certainly don’t want to hurt her. I know, it’s not her first time, only mine. But still.

I just keep reminding myself, I trust her with my life. So I can trust her with this.

Shifting so I’m lying beside her, propped up on one arm, I keep my gaze trained on hers as my fingers slowly start to trail lightly over her body. I come to rest my hand between her breasts and lean in to kiss her slow and sweet. Truthfully? Even if nothing else happened tonight, a part of me would be in fucking heaven just being here with her.

But a bigger part of me wants to feel this woman’s body clench around my dick.

Which is why I’ll do slow and sweet now. Because I know as soon as I get inside of her, it’s game on, and game over, probably in less time than it takes me to round the bases.

I move my lips down the smooth column of her throat, along her collar bone, and down farther. My hand precedes my mouth, grazing the soft swell of her stomach and over her hips. I can feel her move restlessly under me, seeking more touch, more pressure, just more .

I’ll give it to her. But I want to explore first.

My mouth covers one of her breasts, sucking gently until her nipple is a stiff peak under my tongue.

“Oh my God,” Lark moans, her fingers raking through my hair. Her back arches into my touch and I move to the other side, lavishing attention on that breast. I take my time, licking, sucking, even biting down gently, listening to her cues to see what drives her wild.

“I can’t decide which one I like best,” I say, popping off and cupping them both in my hands.

Lark sputters, and I glance up to see her looking at me with a wild expression. I nod to her tits. “Left one feels rounder, but the right gets so stiff in my mouth. And they both cause you to make the most delicious sounds.”

She whimpers as I squeeze them, and I give her a wolfish smile. “I guess I don’t have to choose favourites. I can take my time and enjoy them both.”

“Don’t take too long,” she says, and I’m guessing she meant it to sound sultry but the thread of need in her voice makes me feel like a goddamn king. I’m the one driving her crazy with lust. Me. The oldest virgin in the entire goddamn league is making Lark Miller come undone with nothing but my hand and my mouth on her tits.

Fuckin’ right.

I suck a nipple into my mouth once more, just because I can. Then I move my way down. I don’t know what to expect, I’ve never done this before. But I damn well want to.

Lark spreads her legs, giving me space. I kiss my way down one thigh. Do all women taste this good? Like, her skin is somehow sweet. Jesus, it’s addicting.

She’s addicting.

My hand runs all the way down to her ankle, and I lift it up to drape over my shoulder, pressing one final kiss to the inside of her knee. Then I do the same on the other side, all while listening to Lark’s soft sighs and hums of pleasure.

Thanks, porn, for the inspiration.

But no video, no locker room chatter, nothing could have prepared me for the way I’m stunned speechless by the pink folds of Lark’s pussy staring me in the face. I didn’t know what the guys meant when they said a pussy could be beautiful until now. Like, weirdly mysterious, totally delectable, and holy shit, I want it .

Looking up the expanse of her body, I see Lark’s head lifted from the pillow, staring down at me. I don’t want to fuck this up. I really don’t want to fuck this up.

“I want to be good for you, Lark. Teach me.”

She swallows, and it kills me, waiting for her to say something. Then she says, “I’ll try.”

Maintaining eye contact right now starts to feel like too much pressure, so I close my eyes and lean down, aiming to press a kiss to her clit.

I miss.

“Shit. Hang on,” I mutter, opening my eyes.

Lark slides her fingers down, making a vee on either side of her pussy. “Right there,” she murmurs.

I’m not going to ignore the instruction, not when I’m well aware of my shortcomings in this situation. This time when I lean down, I keep my eyes open and kiss the peak framed by her fingers.

“Dan,” she whispers. And mentally, I cheer. Target acquired.

I do it again, this time, snaking my tongue out to lap at her softly. She hums, a soft, contented sound, so I stay there, licking her pussy, exploring it with my tongue. She tastes just as good as when I licked her off my fingers. Speaking of which…

I pull her hand off, kissing her fingers before placing them on her stomach. “I got this now, Birdie.” I smirk, then move one hand between us and stroke her entrance before slowly sliding a finger inside her heat.

She answers with a moan, and I can’t hold back my reaction.

“Jesus, Lark,” I groan when I instantly feel her muscles tighten around me. My eyes are open now, because I don’t want to miss a second of this. I watch, fascinated, as my finger moves in and out, glistening with her arousal.

“More,” Lark whimpers, her hand gripping my shoulder. I add a second finger, watching her stretch around me. God, that’s gonna feel good on my cock. I rotate my fingers, exploring her body for several minutes, just listening to the little sounds she makes.

“Curl them over,” she gasps. “Oh my God, Dan!”

No way. Is she? I stare up at her face, entranced as her head goes back. Her eyes are closed and she’s quietly keening as I do exactly as she asked, curling my fingers one at a time and pressing against a soft, fleshy part of her pussy.

Yeah, she’s definitely coming. Her hold on my shoulders borderlines on painful, but I don’t give a fuck as Lark starts to moan my name, and I feel her squeeze my fingers like a vice. There’s a rush of warmth and moisture, and I bend over and lap at it, licking around my fingers, not stopping until her hips sag onto the bed.

Her arm drapes over her face as I slowly withdraw my fingers. But I see her peeking out from underneath as I slowly suck off each one.

“That was fun, Birdie,” I say with a smirk. “We’re doing that again.”

She lets out a breathless laugh and reaches for my arms with grabby hands. “I won’t say no to that. You’re sure you’ve never done that? I’ve never come that quickly.”

I let her pull me over top of her, and when I’m level with her face, I push back some sweaty strands of hair. My smirk falls, and my voice turns serious. “Remember the whole virgin thing? Seriously, though, was that okay? Like, honestly?”

Lark blinks up at me with a sweet smile. “If that was any more okay , you’d be peeling me off the ceiling. That was amazing. Ten stars. Would recommend.”

I snort, dropping my face into her shoulder. But inside? Inside, I’m strutting like a goddamn peacock.

“I know we’ve talked about it a little bit, but I still don’t understand. How? How have you never been with anyone?”

I roll onto my side, keeping one arm and leg draped over her. “ Honestly, it was a combination of things. Baseball was my life, and when I realized I had a shot at making a career of it, I knew I would have to sacrifice a lot of other stuff.” I let out a small laugh. “Granted, I never planned on sacrificing my social life. But I also wasn’t about to throw away my future if it didn’t feel right, and no one ever felt right.”

“No one? Not a girl in high school you wanted to take to prom or anything?”

I guess I don’t do a good job of hiding my wince, because Lark points at me, leaning back slightly. “Ah-ha! There was someone.”

“Cool your jets, Detective Miller. Yeah, there was one girl I sort of liked. But you gotta remember, not only was I fully focused on baseball, but I was also a major nerd. In the very little spare time I had, I was obsessed with space, NASA, all that shit. Not exactly cool guy material. When I asked Jessica to prom, she laughed in my face.”

Lark snuggles in close, pressing a kiss to my sternum. “Nerds are hot, Dan. I wouldn’t have laughed if you’d asked me. She was an idiot.”

I smile. “Thanks, Birdie.”

Her hand comes up and pushes on my chest. I roll over willingly but keep hold of her, so she’s straddling me.

“We’ve got two options,” she says, her tone almost conversational now. I quirk a smile, lacing my fingers together behind my head. Her body is still flushed, and I’m still feeling damn good about myself.

“Yes.”

Lark laughs. “You haven’t heard the options! ”

“Doesn’t matter, the answer is still yes.”

She slaps my chest and rolls her eyes. I cover her hands with mine and lift them to my mouth for a kiss. “Sorry, Birdie. What are my options?” I try to sound contrite, but I’m too damn happy.

Her smile tells me she is, too. And that’s honestly all that matters.

“Well,” she starts, pulling her hands free so she can plant them beside my head. Her hips roll against mine, reminding me there’s so much more to come. “I could repay you for that excellent orgasm you just gave me by sucking your cock into my mouth until you explode on my tongue.”

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, grabbing her ass and holding her still. I’m pretty sure my dick is starting to leak just listening to her.

“Or we could take things further.” She bites her lower lip, and I surge upward, covering her mouth with mine and teasing her lip free with my tongue.

“I was right,” I mumble against her mouth. “The answer is yes.”

She giggles as I stretch to the side, fumbling to open the bedside drawer where I stashed the brand-new box of condoms. Grabbing the strip, I move back underneath her and brandish it.

“But for now, I choose option two.”