“You should turn it off,” she protests as she slings her arm over her eyes.
Putting her breasts on perfect display.
“And miss seeing you naked and in my bed?” I actually snort. “Hell to the no.”
Maisey laughs again, making her breasts jiggle, and I watch, my mouth going dry. Her laughter slowly dies and then she’s reaching for me.
And I’m going to her.
Kissing her like I might die at any moment and this is my last chance to taste her.
Racing my lips down the elegant length of her neck.
Breathing her in.
Cupping her breasts, circling her pink nipples.
With my tongue.
Drawing them into my mouth.
I feast on her chest, slip my hand along her curving belly until I’m touching her between her legs. She spreads them, the sheets shift, and her sigh escapes when I make contact with her hot, wet flesh.
God, she tastes good. Feels even better. I press the spot I know she likes best—funny how we don’t forget that—and she lifts her hips, moaning my name.
My cock is throbbing. My entire body is throbbing. I remember I have a condom in my wallet—one lone condom in my wallet, that’s fucking it—and I press my face into the mattress with a groan.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, pushing at my shoulder.
I lift my head to study her. She’s so fucking beautiful. And I only get one chance to actually be inside her tonight, so I better make it good. “I only brought one condom.”
She smiles. Shakes her head. “Then we better put it to good use.”
Chapter Thirteen
Maisey
I thought he was going to tell me something terrible, the way he moaned in agony like the world was coming to end.
Only one condom? No big deal.
There are so many other things we can do tonight.
He resumes his position, hovering above me, all of his attention focused on my body, which feels like it’s been set on fire. Such intense concentration zeroed in on me, it’s almost too much.
Almost.
With his mouth on my belly, those big, capable hands are on the inside of my thighs as they push me wide open. Everything inside of me is drawn tight in anticipation of what he’s going to do next. My body remembers how good he was at it.
And the moment his lips touch me there, in my most sensitive, secretive space, I know he’s still just as good.
Perhaps even better.
He licks and sucks and searches and breathes. Yes, just his breath on my flesh sends a shudder through me, makes me clench my eyes shut tight, my fingers buried in his hair, holding him to me like he plans on escaping.
No way. Uh uh. He’s not going anywhere.
His fingers push inside me. One. Two. Three. His lips lock around my clit, sucking, licking, sucking again. I’m losing all control, thrashing beneath him, reaching, reaching, reaching for that spot. That bright, white spot that’s going to wash over me, pull