Page 41 of Four Cards Exposed

He watched, transfixed, as her index finger found her clit. Saw how gently she rubbed, teasing the little nub out of its hood.

James lost his shorts, freeing his cock. Susan stared. Her finger stopped moving against her clit and she opened her arms to him.

He draped himself over her, inhaling sharply as her hand wrapped itself around his cock.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come—“

“No,” she whispered, but didn’t stop touching him, even as precum stained her hand. “Not until you’re inside me.”

“You’re really not helping,” he laughed. He repositioned his body, so he was where he needed to be, right next to her center. Susan spread her legs wider to give him better access. He’d always been a visual person, a product of his eidetic memory, and he knew the sight of her pink pussy, open and glistening, would fuel his wet dreams for years to come.

He pushed his index finger gently inside her folds. Susan’s eyes closed, and her hand faltered around his cock. Soon, he could fit a second finger inside her.

God, she’s tight.

It was going to be a tight fit for his cock. James fucked her slowly with his fingers, stretching her for his cock, while his thumb grazed her clit.

“Please. Like that,” she begged.

“You want to come, sweetheart?” James asked, still keeping the same slow, steady rhythm.

“Sí, sí. Más.”

It was as if she didn’t realize she’d changed language, but it didn’t matter—even his inadequate Spanish was enough to understand what she needed.

Her hips came up off the bed, searching for more—searching for him—and it was all he could do not to slam himself inside her body. He wanted her so badly. But he wanted this to be good for her more than he’d ever wanted anything else in his life, so he kept himself in check.

And then she was coming apart, her sex clenching around his fingers while her fingers tightened around his biceps.

James held her until she stopped shaking, until her eyes, still hooded with pleasure, looked up at him.

“Wow.”

“We haven’t even started yet, Susan.” It was as much a question as it was a statement. Susan’s legs fell open at the knees, her message clear.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded impatiently, pulling him closer. He aligned himself over her body, ready to—

Shit.

No condom.

His heart skipped a beat.

He’d just almost broken one of his cardinal rules.

He rummaged around in his shorts for the wallet he kept there, praying there was a condom inside. Please let there be a—

There.

“Yes.”

He brandished the condom wrapper like a trophy as Susan stared at him, not bothering to disguise her amusement.

James sheathed himself quickly, then lined himself up against her core again, pushing gently inside. Her body welcomed him, the fit tight enough to make him want to come right that second. He kept going, until he was all the way in, as deep as he could go.

He held himself completely still, as much to give her time to get accustomed to him as to give himself time to get back under control. He didn’t want to go down as the least fulfilling sexual encounter of her life.