“Was that not the general idea?” he asked, his hand catching her fingers, holding her hand against his chest. She laughed again, another one of those husky, low chuckles that he was sure men would pay good money to hear in certain situations.
“Well, yes,” she said, lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, “But--I realized--David.”
“Tell me,” he said, stepping into her, his lips so close to hers that he could taste her breath.
“The first time I cum with you,” she said, her hand falling away from his chest, sliding down lower, her knuckles grazed his arousal through the thick denim and he clenched his jaw so that he wouldn’t curse out loud. “The first time you make me cum, I want you to be inside me.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned, his fingers plunging into her hair to pull her to him for a deep, thorough kiss. Then he was bending, catching her legs and lifting her. She made a surprised sound that from anyone else would have been a squeal, but from Shoshana was something closer to a moan. Her fingers were everywhere, guiding his mouth back to hers, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he made it to the bed when all his attention was on her mouth, but somehow it happened without them ending in a heap of tangled limbs and sprained ankles.
He placed her on the bed, and she was immediately on her knees in front of him, her hands going to his jeans. David groaned, letting her have this because it felt too good to stop, but also because he wasn’t sure he could stop now even if he wanted to. He bent, his lips closing over the tender hollow of her throat. Shoshana made a sound, her breasts pressed into his chest, her nipples pebbling against him. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her fast because he liked her there. She was pushing the jeans down his hips, her fingers catching the boxers and sending those with them.
David did the rest, kicking the offending fabric the rest of the way off his body. And then he was standing in front of her, blissfully naked, aware she was scrutinizing him in the same way he had scrutinized her in the hall. Shoshana’s hands had fallen together, her fingers against her lips and he thought distantly that she looked like she was in prayer. Her face held that same meditative awe. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but there was no polite way to say what he needed to say. That he hadn’t anticipated this would happen.
He should have, obviously, because if he was honest, he had wanted to do exactly this ever since he’d watched her joyful triumph over retrieving that ridiculous key in her showroom.
“Shoshana, I--” he said, and he didn’t miss the way her fingers trembled. He wondered if she were holding herself back, if her control was as hard won as his own.
“There’s,” she started, then stopped, swallowed hard, sank down onto the blankets in a crouch, “there’s condoms in that drawer.”
Blessed is the eternal one.
Seventeen
Shoshana realized she was digging her nails into her thighs as he fumbled in the drawer for the condoms. She forced herself to relax, reminded herself that the few seconds it took for him to find the box, remove one, open it, then put it on himself, would not go any faster if she slapped his hands away and did it all herself. In fact, some people swore the anticipation was the best part.
And that might be true.
But she also thought that if he didn’t take that glorious cock and fuck her with it until her eyes rolled back in her head and she forgot how grammar worked, that she was going to quite literally explode.
Okay, so maybe she was a drama queen.
Then again, maybe not.
Spontaneous combustion was a thing that happened.
Mostly to people with high alcohol content in their systems, and it was really rare, but it was still a thing.
She was pretty sure.
David turned back to face her, his fingers rolling the condom onto his erection. Shoshana licked her lips. Tried very hard to remember it was rude to stare. Thought maybe she should say something complimentary,oh rabbi, what an impressive yad you have there.
She had no idea where the thought came from and her fingers dug into her thighs again,hard, this time so she wouldn’t do the truly unforgivable and laugh in his face the first time she saw him full frontal. She was pretty sure there was no coming back from that.
“You okay?” David’s smile was knowing and amused and easily the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She swallowed again, nodded her head.
“Oh yeah, I’m great. I told you before, I want to do the things with you. Sex things. I just--patience isn’t my best skill,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound drunk. His hands covered hers, gently lifting them away from her own skin. Shoshana’s breath caught as he released one of her hands, brushing the angry red half-moons her nails left behind. She thought perhaps she should say something, but she wasn’t sure what she could say that would make her sound less like a horny teenager.
He laughed, a deep, real laugh that tripped down her spine and made her smile reflexively because it was impossible not to respond to a laugh like that. He dipped his head to kiss her and she sighed against his mouth, her arms circling his neck to hold him against her. The feel of his naked body against hers was everything she didn’t know she wanted. She could feel his arousal against her belly, and it took more self-control than she’d anticipated to ignore it, to let him guide the moment.
When he broke the kiss, he was still smiling, lifting his head just far enough away from hers to make her look him in the eye. “So, for those of us keeping score: vulnerability and patience. Those are your two worst skills?”
“Not always in that order,” she said, and grinned when he laughed again. She turned her head, pulling him back to her for another thorough kiss. This one was harder than the last, something shifted between them and he used the opportunity to explore her body with his hands. His fingers sliding down her bare back to cup her ass, molding the flesh and making her gasp against his mouth. “Would you think less of me if I asked you to throw me on the bed and fuck me fast?”
“What?” He pulled away from her, again, just enough so that he could look her in the eye.
“I know we said slow,” she said, then lifted a shoulder to showokay, slow-ishand her lips pulled back in a self-deprecating smile, “and we can do that. Iwantto do that.”
“O-kay,” he said, not hiding his confusion but allowing her to make her point. While he did so, his hands continued to rove over her body. It should have been distracting, but instead it just heightened her desire. She shifted, still on her knees on the bed, but closer to the edge.