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.”