“I’m busy,” she said, now giving the sketch giant nipples. “I don’t even know how I’ll carry around these watermelons. I want to make my butt more bodacious too.”
Lark goofed around, turning the pinup into a weird oversexed monstrosity. Having her ignoring both me and my erection wasn’t an option though, so I bit one of her cheeks gently. When she simply squirmed, yet focused on her picture, I spread open those sweet cheeks and gave her a good deep lick.
A gasp followed by a shudder, Lark stood very still until I licked again.
“Hey,” she murmured, melting into my arms. “I wish I could draw like you.”
“You just need practice,” I said, resting Lark on her back. Spreading her legs, I gave a light nip to her inner thigh. “With time, you’ll be an expert.
“Liar. I’ll never be any good. Oh, wait, are we still talking about art? If you mean the other thing, I’m already a pro. If I had those giant boobs, I bet I could charge a lot too.”
Blowing on her wet pussy, I smiled as she squirmed for me. I loved when she wiggled around in anticipation. Hell, I loved everything about her and I needed to tell her, but not during sex. That was too lame and clichéd and nothing about our relationship was less than perfect. Well, the hiding was annoying, but temporary.
Lark always called out my name when she came. She sounded surprised too like the pleasure was unexpected. Each time, she smiled at me afterwards and wiggled for more.
“I’m very limber,” she said as I slid a pillow under her butt to prop her hips up on the hard floor. “You’re very energetic. We make a great team.”
Lark sighed as I filled her then smiled and wiggled.
“The best team.”
Hearing the emotion in my voice, Lark reached up and caressed my cheek before her fingers slid down the cobra from its face to the tail curled around my heart tattoo.
Lark held my gaze as I thrust deep into her. Even in the heat of the moment, the look in her eyes wasn’t passion. She stared at me with a tender expression and I could imagine seeing it for the rest of my life. Lark must have understood what I was feeling.
“It’s okay,” she whispered as I came. “We’re together and everything is okay.”
Holding her in my arms, I wished she would stay and we could stop hiding. I wanted to show her off to my family. Pretending my heart wasn’t in her hands was a lie and I had no interest in lying to Lark.
We showered off the heat, sweat, and chalk then Lark curled up in my lap on the couch.
“Tell me something that’ll shock me,” I said, kissing her damp hair.
“I hate college and wish I could quit.”
“Really?”
Lark looked ashamed as she continued, “I thought I’d like it because I love to read, but the schoolwork is so boring and I hate reading all that crap. I also think I hate the law. It’s boring too. I’m going to spend my life working on boring shit and it depresses me.”
“Why don’t you quit or work on something else?”
“Because I’d be the loser like my family said I was. I said I would be a paralegal and they laughed like I was stupid. If I admit I hate school, they’ll win. Besides, I’d have wasted all the time and money on school.”
“It’s not wasted if you learned something from the experience.”
“Like I hate college?” she asked, smiling tightly.
“Sure. If you finish the year, you’ll have those credits for later. That way, if you ever figure out what you want to study and want to go back, you can.”
“That’s a good idea, but my family would make fun of me.”
“They’re losers, Lark. Fuck their opinions. Besides, do you think they’d be proud after you graduated? They’d probably just find another reason to make you feel bad.”
“That’s true. I just thought it would make me different because the women in my family never go to college.”
“What about the women in your dad’s family?”
“I don’t really know my dad’s side or want to.”
“Where’s your real dad?” I asked as she teased the cobra with her tongue.
Pausing, she sighed. “He’s dead.”
“How?”
“Killed in prison.”
“What was he doing time for?”
“A lot of stuff,” she said, resting her head against my chest as I wrapped her tighter. “The main thing was holding up a convenience store and shooting the teenager working there. She didn’t die. Not like that makes it okay, but I just didn’t want you to think I was the daughter of a man who would kill a girl for doing her job.”
“You can’t control what kind man your dad was.”
“I know that, but having a loser for a dad makes me feel like a loser sometimes. The sad thing is Larry’s the best man my mom’s ever been with.”
“He’s an asshole.”
Lark grinned slightly. “I know, but he’s the best asshole she’s ever been with. Like he makes her happy.”
“He’s still an asshole.”
“Yeah, but the women in my family always end up with assholes.”
Caressing her freckles, I smiled. “Not always.”
Sharing my smile, she whispered, “No, maybe not always.”