Page 116 of Keepsake
“Lark?” It was her mother’s voice. “Are you all right? Can I come in?”
I froze like a deer on a country road at night.
“Uh, give me a second,” Lark said, sounding unfazed.
She slipped out of the bed and pulled a bathrobe over her naked body. Then she left the room, shutting the door behind her. I heard whispered voices, which then moved away from the door.
It was five minutes or so until she came back. “Sorry,” she said, tossing the robe aside and slipping into bed. “I’d left all the lights on downstairs. And…” She began to laugh.
“What?”
“I left my regular underwear on the dining room floor when I changed into the bombshell lingerie. Not my smoothest move.”
“Um…” I clapped a hand over my eyes. “So your parents assume we had sex in their dining room?”
“I’m twenty-four years old, Zach. Even if we did have sex in the dining room, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“I could drive home,” I suggested.
“No! It’s almost one in the morning. Tomorrow we’re going to wake up slowly and go out for breakfast together.”
That sounded pretty nice. And even though I wasn’t looking forward to greeting her parents in the morning, I cuddled her and fell asleep.
Wakingup slowly was just as great as it had sounded. When I opened my eyes in the blueish morning light, there were snowflakes floating past Lark’s window. My girl was sleeping with her head on my chest, her sleek arms wrapped around my body.
I just lay there, drinking her in, feeling lucky.
Eventually she stretched and yawned. I rubbed her back, and she began dropping kisses on my chest. My dick stood up to say hello, and Lark took me in hand.
“We shouldn’t,” I argued while she stroked me.
“Shh,” she said, climbing on top of me. “I’ll be absolutely silent. Besides, I can hear my father’s radio playing. He never goes without his NPR while he showers and shaves.”
So I lay back on her mattress while she seated herself on me. And while the news of a cease-fire in Syria played faintly in the background, she rode me toward a leisurely orgasm. It was the slowest we’d ever made love. I took deep, shaky breaths, staring into her heavy-lidded eyes as she smiled down at me. Each thrust ratcheted me a little closer to the brink. My hands wandered her magnificent body, cupping her swaying breasts. When I stroked her nipples with my thumbs she closed her eyes and bit her cherry-colored lip.
I loved watching her pleasure play out in slow motion. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. “Thought so the first moment I ever saw you.” I slid my fingertips down between our bodies, finding that soft, luscious nub where her arousal bloomed.
She dropped her head and sucked in a breath. And then I felt her pulse around me. The shimmy and the sudden slickness tipped me right over the edge. I clamped my jaws shut to avoid moaning as she milked the seed right out of me.
I saw snowflakes in front of my closed eyes just before she collapsed onto my chest. “Wow,” she said in a gust. “Feel free to drop by whenever.”
Smiling, I pulled her closer. “That was hot.”
“It’s always hot.” She sighed. “Hot was never our problem.” We snuggled quietly for a while longer. “We should shower and go downstairs,” she said eventually.
“I don’t want to go downstairs,” I admitted, and she laughed.
“There’s coffee down there.”
“That helps.”
She kissed my neck. “But first a shower.”
After I’d scrubbed myself clean and combed my wet hair, Lark found me a travel toothbrush. I shook the wrinkles out of my shirt and put myself together as well as I could.
Even so, my face burned as we descended the stairs.
Lark was unflappable, though. Taking my hand, she led me through to the kitchen, where her father was reading a newspaper at the table, and her mother sipped from a coffee mug beside him. “Good morning to both of you,” her mother said calmly enough.
