Chapter 13
Harbor
Fucking comes naturally.
Fucking Lark though . . . there’s no way I’m going to be able to make this last by how she’s moving on top of me—kissing me like she’ll lose the chance and grinding her hips against mine, her heat against my erection.
Little coos become mewls with each gyrate.
I swear she’s going to get off on me before I even have a chance to slip on a condom.
I run my hands from her shoulders over her blades down to the small of her back and then lower over the mounds of that great ass.
Keeping it right there feels so good that I might just get off as well.
But patience has always been a struggle of mine.
I flip around to the mattress and roll over on top of her, my knee holding her legs apart so I can settle between them.
And the scrap of material covering her pussy is not going to do anything to keep me from making her feel incredible, except this underwear which is strangling the fuck out of me right now.
I need to get some relief so I can focus on her instead.
I push up above her, and ask, “You want to take them off, or do you want me to do it?”
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 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 mentally and physically 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.”
“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.
For someone who’s never done this before, she’s doing a fucking fantastic job of it. Taking me into her mouth, she sucks, causing the inside of her cheeks to hollow around my dick, and I’m about done here. A few more rounds of her mouth and my release hits fast, and I come hard.
Her hair tangles between my fingers as I give in to every sensation.
When I finally catch my breath, I find her kissing my chest and moving higher up my body. When she reaches my mouth, she kisses me, and then says, “How’d I do?”
“Yeah, you don’t need any guidance from me.”
“If that didn’t feel so fucking amazing, I might be embarrassed that I didn’t last longer.” I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Guess it just comes naturally.” She laughs, kissing me again, and then slides off to snuggle against me.
This woman, what am I going to do with her?
Rubbing her back, I hear the sound of her sighing in satisfaction, which relaxes me in a way I haven’t felt in quite some time. Every bone feels pliable to the bed as I hold her close. I ease into sleep so quickly, but before I do, I kiss the top of her head, and say, “I’m glad I stayed.”
Her smile growing is felt on the side of my chest. Her arm tightens over me, and she whispers, “Me too. Good night, babe.”
“Babe?”
“All’s fair in love.”
“And war.” I’ve never bothered with terms of endearment before, never feeling that invested. But with Lark, I’m all in. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
She squirms under my arm and looks up at me. “Baby?” she asks through a smile.
“It feels right.”
She feels right.