Her body dances against my hand, erotic, craving, her chest pushing against mine as I hold on to her hips with my other hand and listen to soft moans in my ear. “Talk to me, babe,” she whispers.

Pumping in and out of her with two fingers, I slide my free hand around to her backside, dip under the shirt, and take a firm hold of that great ass of hers, squeezing. Hard. I whisper in her ear, “I want you to take off my jeans.”

She stops like a good girl and moves to the side to give me access to pop the button and drag my zipper down. I shift to get them to my ankles.

Lark moves to the floor to take my shoes off before helping me remove my jeans altogether. When she starts on the waistband of my underwear, I stop her by the wrist. “What are you doing?”

“We don’t have to have sex, but I want to feel you.”

And she just graduated to vixen.

In all fairness, I want the same. I want to feel all of her, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle her riding me bare and not push in. I’ve never had the challenge before. “I want that with you.”

She takes my boxer briefs off and then slowly settles back onto my lap. Her arms hang loose over my shoulders, and her gaze is soft when she starts to move on top of me again. Running my hands over the curve of her waist and lower, I move my hand back to the apex of her thighs. Though she has a steady rhythm going, she pauses to spread her legs wide enough for my hand.

I could tease her and only fuck her with a finger, but I’d rather see her come undone. I push two fingers inside her, anchoring my hand next to my dick. Each rub of her pussy against my erection is another strike of a match. With every thrust and push-pull of her body, a fire is lit deep in my belly

When her head falls back and her mouth falls open, her body starts bouncing on top of me, chasing her release, and then mine hits. The stars burst behind my closed eyelids as she continues to roll of her hips, insisting on every ounce of my pleasure releasing. She cries out my name just as she drops her head onto my shoulder and comes on my hand.

Her body rocks from the inside out and when she finally takes a breath, her head resting on my shoulder, she says, “I could get used to this.”

I push her hair out of the way to kiss her neck. “I hope you do.”

We only give ourselves a minute to unwind before we take turns leaving to clean up in the bathroom. Feeling more relaxed than I have in long time, I lie in bed beside her with the lamp turned off. I say, “It’s going to be a rough day ahead if we stay up much longer.” I don’t put this pressure on her, but I’d fight sleep just to spend more time with her.