“Thunder Kitten?” I finally asked when she bent over laughing.
“That was my name when I was on a roller derby team. We were the Storm Babes.”
Looking at her little frame, I should be shocked at her playing the rough sport of roller derby. However, from that moment I first gazed upon her little pixy face, I knew my girl was a fighter.
Lark stopped dancing and watched me. What should have felt awkward didn’t because it was Lark. Everything felt right with her and I stepped closer.
“Show me your bedroom please,” she said, resting her hands on my chest. “I want to know.”
“Hell,” I murmured, nearly sweeping her into my arms and running to the bed. Instead, I used every ounce of self control to simply smile and take her hand.
Once in the small master bedroom, Lark didn’t look around or make chitchat. She just stared up at me with those wonderful green eyes and waited. I sensed she wasn’t unsure about me as much as sex.
“Have you been with a guy before?” I asked, caressing her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Once.”
“It wasn’t good though.”
Lark shook her head and I saw she was nervous. “I’m not sure what to do. Like I know, but…”
“If you keep looking at me the way you are, all you’ll have to do is say yes and I’ll do the rest,” I said then added in a whisper, “I fucking love when you look at me like you are.”
When Lark smiled, it took all my self control not to take her immediately. No foreplay. Hell, no play at all. Just enter her body and make it mine.
Instead of taking what I wanted, I gave Lark what she needed. Cupping her face, I kissed her softly, holding back all of my hunger. Her lips told me how behind her fear was a hunger too. She wanted it all, but didn’t know how to ask.
Pulling off my shirt, I tossed it on the nearby dresser then reached to remove her shirt. Her expression stopped me. She stared at my tatted chest like in shock. My arousal made way for insecurity. If Lark judged me unworthy, I wasn’t sure I would recover. Everything I was rested in her hands.
Lifting her gaze to meet mine, she stared wide eyed. “Your body is a work of art.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, tugging her shirt over her head. “You’re killing me.”
“Why?”
“You’re too perfect and I’m afraid you’re a lie I tell myself.”
“You think I’m perfect?” she asked, breathing too fast as she removed her bra and stood awkwardly. “No one’s thought that about me before.”
Thinking of Cooper, I said what he might in such a situation. “That’s because I’m fucking perfect and they’re not.”
Never before had I worried so much about losing control, but I didn’t think I could wait much longer to explore her body. Once Lark removed her jeans and panties, her awkwardness increased. Most of all, she didn’t know what to do with her arms, crossing and uncrossing them.
I leaned her back on the bed and kissed her. As I kicked off my jeans and slid down my boxers, Lark tried to find a comfortable position.
“I don’t know what to do with my hands,” she mumbled.
“Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want with them.”
Lark nodded, but looked nervous.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
Lark nodded again and I saw in her eyes how much she trusted me. Her heart was mine and I took this responsibility seriously. I could build her up or destroy her with what happened next.
“Lark, I know you can’t see how beautiful you are. Trust that I see you the way you really are and not the way you’ve been raised to see yourself. Do you understand?”
Tension easing, Lark smiled and finally found a place for her hands. Resting them palms down against my chest, she smiled up at me.
“I understand. You’re beautiful too. Painfully beautiful and I want you.”
Grinning, I kissed her and held back less than before. Lark wasn’t submitting, but meeting me in every kiss and embrace. Caressing the wet curls between her legs, I found her more than ready and we hadn’t even gotten started.
“Say you’re beautiful,” I whispered, stroking her.
“I’m beautiful.”
“Good,” I murmured, kissing her jaw then moving south. “Say it again.”
“I’m beautiful,” she whimpered as I sucked her hard nipple into my mouth. “Oh, Aaron.”
Still caressing her clit, I sucked her nipples, pulling at the flesh until her hips bucked and I heard her cry out. Her gasps of pleasure were like music and I wanted to hear them again. I wanted to hear them always.
With Lark watching me in such a pleasured way, I could barely roll the condom over my cock. She studied my face, never noticing my shaking hands. Her fingers were teasing her nipples like I had with my lips and tongue. Seeing her touch herself wasn’t helping my concentration.