Breathing becoming jagged as he slipped his hand down my pants and I pushed my hands into his.
Gripping him tightly.
Slipping his fingers under my panties.
“Oh God,” I cried out.
I closed my eyes and moved my hips in circles.
Faster.
My hand still gripping him.
Faster.
Tighter.
And then, when I could no longer take it, I pulled him down on to me and opened my legs for him.
His weight on top of me, crushing me into the bed, and then . . .
“Wait!” we both said at exactly the same time, pulling away from each other.
“Condom?” I asked, looking at him.
He shook his head and raised an eyebrow. “Condom?”
I shook my head back and then crawled out from underneath him and opened the bedside drawer. This establishment was the kind of place that would keep condoms by the bed, I was sure of that.
“Shit,” I cursed, when I found the drawer completely empty.
“Other one?” he asked, looking at me. His cheeks were even more flushed now, his hair was messy from me running my hands through it and a fine layer of sweat was glistening on his forehead. In a word,hot. Smoking, steaming, sizzling hot.
“Yes. The other one!” I climbed on to all fours and crawled across the bed to the other drawer. I opened it and—
“Shit!” I looked over at him and shook my head.
His shoulders slumped. “Don’t suppose this is something we can call room service for?” he asked, with a smile on his face.
I laughed. “Not sure about that.”
He flopped back down on his back.
“Don’t suppose Uber has started a division where they drop condoms off?” I asked.
I heard a small chuckle next to me. “Don’t think so, but there’s an idea for a small start-up.” He rolled over, perched himself up on his elbow and looked at me.
“Condom drop dot com?” I asked, also rolling on to my side. My breasts were squeezed together by the move and his eyes immediately drifted down there. He slowly lowered his lips to them again and ran his tongue over my nipple, pulled it between his lips and—
We were kissing again.
Harder and hungrier than before.
Hands through hair.
Hands on hips, pulling, grinding . . .
But I needed more!
