26. Monty

Chapter twenty-six

Monty

My heart is thundering in my chest as Lark sits up and takes the strip of condoms from me. She tears one off and looks down at me.

“May I do the honours?”

I nod rapidly. She opens it and takes my cock in her hand, sliding up and down my length a few times. It’s not necessary, I’ve been rock-hard ever since she walked in on me in the bathroom. But it feels good, so I’m sure as shit not stopping her.

Once the rubber is rolled over my dick, she pauses. But with her hand wrapped around me, my brain is a scrambled mess.

“Dan, are you sure?”

I must resemble a fish with how my mouth flaps open and shut. Is she serious? It’s sweet she’s checking in, I guess, but good God, woman.

“Birdie, if you don’t put my dick in your sweet pussy immediately, I’m gonna embarrass myself and start begging. Please, don’t make a grown man beg.”

Her only response is to lift her hips, and holding my dick, she lines herself up. Then, achingly slow, she slides down me .

“Holy fucking shit,” I groan, gripping her hips tightly. The sensation overload washes over me like a goddamn tidal wave. This is so much better than my hand, even better than Lark’s mouth. Why the fucking hell did I wait so long to do this?

Oh yeah. Because I was waiting for her, even when I didn’t know I was.

When I crack my eyes open again, Lark’s looking down at me, awestruck. “You…I…Ohmygod,” she sighs.

“Ditto,” is all I manage to get out because now, she’s moving, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. All I’m doing is lying here like a useless idiot. Get control man, figure out how to use your fucking body again. This feels good, but I’m willing to bet I can figure out how to make it feel even better.

Pep talk to myself over, I begin to thrust up. It takes a few minutes to figure out the rhythm, but then we’re moving together. Lark’s hands land on my chest, her hair falling around her face as she starts to breathe heavily.

Yeah, this is good. Holy shit good. I draw my feet up and push up even faster, and Lark almost topples off. “Oops.”

She just giggles, thank fuck, and we readjust.

“Maybe not quite that enthusiastic?” Lark teases, dragging her fingers over my nipples. “Slow is fine to start with, you know.”

I nod eagerly and focus again on matching her pace. Her smile is all the encouragement I need. Then she does something with her hips, rotating them somehow.

“Good God,” I groan, my mouth falling open. Oh shit, this is gonna get embarrassing. “Stopstopstop.”

Lark freezes, and I focus on my breathing, trying to regain some control.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, and I can hear the worry in her voice. Opening my eyes, I force out a nod.

“Yeah,” I croak. “Just trying not to be a two-pump chump.”

Her laugh has me smiling in response. “It’s fine, Dan. Our first time doesn’t have to be perfect. Remember what you said about practice?” She gives another swivel of her hips and I groan.

“You’re killing me, woman.”

“They do call it la petite mort .”

“I’ll die a happy man.”

Her lips land on mine, and we start to move in tandem again. “I’d rather you didn’t die. I’m nowhere near done with you, Dan Montgomery.”

Something in her voice wraps around my heart, holding it tight. And just like that, things start to move quickly again. Lark rocks up and down on my dick, and I’m content to let her lead — this time, at least.

Within a minute or two, I have to start listing off all the teams in the major leagues, trying to distract myself. Because the orgasm I can feel building? Is gonna be intense. And I’ll be damned if I let it happen too soon.

But this feels fucking incredible. I was already obsessed with Lark, but now? Being with her like this, as close as two people can get? Jesus, I don’t ever want to stop.

“So good,” she whines, and I reach one hand up to cup the back of her neck, needing to kiss her.

“You feel like heaven, Birdie. I had no idea,” I growl against her lips, kissing her messily. “Fuck. ”

“Don’t stop,” Lark pants, her hips starting to move faster. “Oh God, my clit. I need…”

Some primal instinct kicks in, and my hand immediately reaches between us, my thumb finding her clit. I don’t know how I know what she needs, but I do. And seconds after, I start to circle around the hood of her pussy, her short nails dig into my chest, and she flings her head back.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

When I feel her pussy gripping me like a fucking vice, all bets are off on trying to control my own release. My thrusts are erratic and wild, probably uncoordinated as fuck. And all of a sudden, the sensations change, becoming way more intense. My dick is surrounded by warmth, and I swear to God, I can feel her pulsating around me. The noises coming out of me sound animalistic, and all too soon, I feel myself emptying into the condom.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe when I’m finally done. Lark is draped over my chest, and I can feel her heart racing with mine. I’m starting to soften inside of her, but I’ll be damned if I want to move.

Unfortunately, Lark does that for me. “Hold the condom?” she instructs, and I grip my base as she slowly lifts off me.

She stills, looking down at my dick. I lift my head to see what she’s staring at. “What?”

“Um. Well, the condom. It broke.”

“Oh.”

“Hold on.” She doesn’t look at me, climbing off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. A minute later, she returns with a small towel. After she hands it to me, I wrap it around the base of my cock and pull off the condom. It’s a lot messier than I expected, but I guess that’s what happens when it breaks. I wrap it in a ball and drop it to the floor.

My mind is racing, trying to figure out what to say. It’s clear Lark’s nervous about this, and I need to reassure her somehow.

“I guess I don’t need to tell you, I’ve got a clean bill of health.” I say, trying to make light of it. A tiny flash of a smile crosses her face but it’s gone too soon.

“Lark, I’m sorry.”

That seems to break whatever spell she was under, and she reaches a hand out to rest it on my arm. “No, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I freaked out for a minute there.” She manages to muster a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “It’s fine, really. I’m on the pill, so you know, we’ll be okay.”

Her nervous laugh doesn’t convince me that she’s truly fine. But I’m at a loss for what else to say. I wish I could go back in time and recapture the fucking magic from a few minutes ago.

“We’ll be okay no matter what, Birdie. It’s me and you.”

Her shoulders sag at last, the tension receding. I take the chance and reach for her, pulling her to lie back down in my arms. Thank fuck, she comes easily, nestling back in to snuggle.

“That’s better,” I say, nuzzling into her hair.

Her arms squeeze tight around me for a second before relaxing. “Sorry I ruined your first time with my panic.”

My hand finds her ass, or at least the side of it, and I smack lightly. “Stop apologizing. You didn’t ruin anything. That was a goddamn experience. I’m talking angels singing from on high, fireworks exploding, World Series championship, top-ten moments of all-time, experience. ”

This time, her giggle sounds more like my Lark. “Top ten, huh? What needs to improve to make it into the top five?”

“For starters, me not bucking you off.”

An adorable snort escapes her, and now we’re both laughing.

“Rookie mistake,” she says, her lips finding my jawline. “You’ll do better next time.”

“Practice makes perfect,” I say conversationally, not bothering to hold back my grin.

“Hmm. So it does,” she replies, and I can tell she’s smiling, too.

“And I do pride myself on being the very best I can be.”

“That work ethic of yours.”

“Exactly.”

“So.”

“So.” I move suddenly, rolling on top of her, pinning her between my arms, and letting my already-starting-to-stiffen dick settle between her legs. “Clearly, I need to continue my lessons.”

“Lessons?” Lark snort-laughs again, clapping her hand over her mouth. I peel it away and kiss her lips.

“Yeah. Sex ed.” I rock my hips against her. “I want an A plus.”

She gasps softly as my dick rubs against her clit. “You’re a good student, Dan. But maybe some study sessions would help.” Her hand moves blindly to the side, patting the mattress for the other condom packets. I reach over and grab them, settling back on my heels.

I might not have had sex until tonight, but I do know how to put on a condom. As soon as it’s rolled over me for a second time, I move back over top of her. And gripping the base of my dick, I slide right back into her fucking incredible pussy.

“Class is officially back in session.”