With the tip of her finger, she dips into my pre-cum, and I grab my pants and drag them to my thighs. I put my hands on her thighs as she strokes me and I watch her, the way her eyes are dim, satiated but still hungry for more.
“Need something?” she teases and I take her hand from my cock, and set them at her sides. Gripping her legs, I widen them and when her sex opens and I get a glance at all the hot, wet pinkness there, my cock throbs.
I move closer, my lips on hers now as I stroke my dick and position it at her entrance and that’s when my one working brain cell kicks into gear.
Condoms.
Shit.
I inch back, my body tightening.
“Tuck.” Her eyes go wide with worry. She thinks I’ve changed my mind. Jesus, she must be out of hers to think that.
“Baby, no. I want to fuck you. I just need to get protection.” I point upward. “I have condoms.”
I’m about to go upstairs, reluctantly, painfully drag myself from her when her hand on my arm stops me. The concern in her eyes, the questions lingering there stop me. “I’m clean.”
“Baby, I’m clean too.” I cup her warm cheek, lightly run my lips over hers. “I promise. It’s been…a while,” I admit, sheepishly.
“Since me?” she asks and when I nod, I spot a glimmer of pleasure in her eyes. Honestly, it’s not been any fun going that long, but the appeal of the bunnies is long gone from my life.
“I’m on the pill,” she says quietly, like she’s unsure if that’s something I might or might not like, might or might not trust. Players have been tricked before, sadly. “I’d never try to trick you,” she begins, like she can read my thoughts. “I know you don’t want kids…” Her words fall off as she casts her eyes down. “That’s not…you don’t want…a family…”
I’m about to clarify, correct her, but there’s no point. Instead, I redirect, “You want me in here, no condom?” I ask, and inch a finger into her. Her head goes back and a low, tortured moan catches in her throat.
She wets her swollen lips, and my cock aches to feel them wrapped around it. “Yes.”
“Last time we used a condom,” I remind her, wanting her to be certain about this, because, for some reason, it weirdly feels like we’re crossing a line. Maybe I am, considering, other than my long-term relationship with Suzanna, I’ve never gone without a condom before.
She blinks and explains, “I wasn’t on the pill last time.”
I swallow, and my mind goes straight to douchebag Declan. Did she go on the pill because she was ready to get back out there, find a husband, a guy who’d be a great father? I mean, Rowyn did say something about Maria being ready to get back out there again.
Don’t think about that.
“You want me to fill you with my cum?”
Her breath comes faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she couldn’t look more beautiful. “God, Tuck, when you say things like that.”
“You like it?” I tease knowing full well that she does.
Her lashes flutter. “A lot.”
I run my knuckles over her cheek. “You want to feel my cum drip out of you?”
“Tuck,” she growls, her body quivering around my thrusting finger.
“Maybe you want me to pull out, and you can lay back and I’ll come all over your stomach. That way you can see what you do to me.”
“God, I want that too, but this time, I want your cum inside me.”
This time?
My pulse jumps at the thought of having her again and again. “Baby, there’s nothing I’d like more than to put my bare cock in you and fill you with my cum.” I pull my finger out, and bring it to my mouth. As I taste her, she watches me, her mouth slightly open, a little moan catching in her throat. “Tomorrow I’m going to walk around with a full blown hard-on all fucking day, knowing I’ll be dripping out of you.”
“That’s not good,” she whispers, her voice shaking with need.
“No, not good at all, but I do love the idea of my cum dripping out of you. Of you feeling me long after I’ve been inside of you.”
