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“I want to give you the full experience. I really, really do. But…I don’t have any on me.” Eitan would have strangled him. With a string of condoms. “We could do other stuff. Tell me what you want.” He would make more love to her tonight, condom or no condom.
“To feel you in me, on me,” Dafna answered.
She was killing him.
“Dafna,” he groaned. He got rid of his jeans but stayed in his underwear. Her hooded eyes latched onto the swollen front. He crawled to her, supporting himself on his elbows.
“Is it okay if I kiss you? Have you ever tasted yourself? You’re delicious.”
Her juicy lips parted for him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He wanted to be her first, but perhaps her ex-husband wasn’t a total loser in the sack. Her sweet mouth on his, he groaned because she was so, so perfect. How could he walk away after one night when he hadn’t even been inside her. Lowering his head, he filled his mouth with her juicy nipple, and sucked lightly, feeling it growing beneath his tongue. He climbed down to her belly button and swirled his tongue in it, registering her full body shiver. He went back to nipping her fragrant neck, lavender, fresh like in Provence. His cock leaking in his underwear, he grunted in frustration. She squirmed between his arms, but she wasn’t trying to get away, she was trying to reach her nightstand.
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “I bought these years ago. I forget why, but they’re still here!”
She was holding a box of condoms. The expensive kind that could maybe last a couple of years.
“Dafna,” he said, “I love you.”
Then he laughed to show her, and himself, that he was only joking.
Dafna was the most stunning woman he’d ever been with, and she was funny and honest. He’d never been truly in love, not even with his ex-wife, whom he married because she got pregnant with their daughter. But after only a few hours, he was on his way to being seriously infatuated, free falling for this gorgeous woman.
“Take your underwear off, cowboy,” she ordered, and he rolled off her to obey.
“Give me.” He almost tore the box from her hand. She chuckled. He ripped the foil and fitted the rubber on his cock, the readiest he’d ever been.
“Ready?” he asked. She wanted a one-night stud, and she would get him.
His cockhead grazed her entrance, her heat beckoning. A distant part of his brain lamented the condom, imagining how sublime this would be if the bare skin of his shaft licked her walls.
“Yes. Ready.” But she looked sideways. And she shivered.
He propped himself higher on his elbows. With every cell of his body protesting, he pulled out.
“What is it?” She had a haunted look, as if she was in a distant place, deep within herself. “Talk to me.”
Her left hand caressed the empty space on the bed. “No one has ever made love to me in this bed but my husband.”
Of course, he got it. It used to be their home, they built it together, and filled it with shared memories. But he had only this one night with her. Time to address the issue once and for all.
“Do you think that if he knew, he’d mind?” he asked Dafna. She pondered his question.
“No, he wouldn’t,” she whispered and bit her lips.
“Do you want me to flip the photos? So he wouldn’t look at us?”
“No!” she giggled, her round belly shaking, and his cock jumped at the sight. Fuck, he wanted her so much. He needed to be inside her. Now.
“How old is your ex?”
“Forty-seven.” Great news. He was way younger.
“I’m your thirty-six-year-old boyfriend for tonight. Stop thinking about him.”
“Because you’ll keep it hard and going, right?”
