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“Questions. You s-said you had q-questions.” Pants replaced speech as he kept working me over.
“Boyfriend?”
“No. You?” Mind racing, I hoped he say no.
“Ha, I’m into girls, sweetheart. There’s none I’m currently into, present company excluded.”
“Thanks for clarifying.” He turned my head the other way to kiss down over my shoulder inch by inch, pulling me back.
“No problem. Now are you sure you want to do this? I thought we were having a nice philosophical discussion on relationships before this. I mean is that all you would want it to be? One night only?” his voice trailed off with the question. He kept his lips connected to me, kissing my skin, and warmth bloomed at each touch of his lips connecting to me.
“If by this you mean sex, then yes, please, unless you want a dick punch for getting me hot and bothered like this.” He was driving me insane and if I didn’t get off I might have to run out into the frigid mountain rain to cool my shit.
“Mouthy.”
“I can put that to good use later.”
“Noted.”
He palmed me again and I knew I was nearly drenched, waiting for him to continue. “So where were we on the questions?” I asked, trying to control my ragged breathing.
“Sex.”
“Check.” I was all ready to go if he would hurry up his inquisition.
“Protection?”
Groaning, now I was really pissed I left the campsite in such a hurry. “My backpack was full of condoms…it’s back at the campsite.”
He paused a moment as if he was thinking and my mind was spinning. I was sure a backpack of condoms sounded pretty shameless. He probably thought I was some slut chasing after guys. Brain please shut up. “So that limits playtime significantly.” Fingers played with me, spider-crawling down my stomach, and I wanted to cry with frustration. It was so un-fucking-fair.
“I’m on the pill and very responsible.” My response comes quickly between pants. He barked a laugh as his hand slipped between my legs, tugging my panties to the side, rolling his finger over my slick lips and clit.
“Not to be an ass, but you did wander off willy-nilly necessitating my rescue.”
I was trying not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but it was hard, really hard. “Noted, however, I’ve been nothing but the most pleasant and compliant companion.” He guffawed and I elbowed him hard enough he grunted. “Why, I even discarded my clothing as per your orders.” No
w I just sounded desperate and too quick to agree. I was betting he thought for sure I was some eager campus slut.
“Dually noted.” Nodding, he stroked his hands up and down my body, my skin super sensitive, craving more.
I was embarrassed throwing myself at him like this, but his touch felt better than anything I’d felt before. Whispering in the dark, I told Whit, “If it helps, I haven’t had sex in eighteen months and I’m clean.” This time it was Whit who groaned, grinding his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I guessed my dry spell turned him on. Guys could be such cavemen.
“I ended a relationship about four months ago and I’ve been tested since then at my annual physical for work. I’m clean. I’d show you because I have the results emailed to me from my doctor, but my cell is kind of dead. No Wi-Fi.” For some reason I believed Whit, though I didn’t know how I’d deduced this, but I knew it.
I just couldn’t help myself and went on rambling. “Excellent…a good bill of health means you won’t have a heart attack in the middle of what we’re about to do.”
“That sounds like ageism to me, six years is nothing baby.” Whit growled and the vibration of his voice made me hotter.
“Your death would likely scare me off from men completely further condemning me to a life of furry feline ownership.”
“We can’t have that, now can we, chatterbox?” Babbling with embarrassment, he played with my hair, twisting loose locks from my braid around his fingers to release them into thick straight pokes of hair.
“Definitely not.” I tried to take my hair from his fingers, but Whit was persistent, so I gave up, letting him play with it. The movement was surprisingly soothing. “Purple, huh.” He rubbed the strands against the firelight.
“It won’t match the…uh…rest obviously.”
“M-match what, Lia?” He was moving against me refusing to let me go as we tussled on the floor.
