He bunched his fist and let out a littleyesunder his breath. And ducked his head again. “Sorry. I just…really was hoping you’d say that.”
Heat spreading through her in a delicious wave, she held up her hand.
“Ribbed,” he said, giving her the packet. “For your pleasure. So the box tells me.”
She smiled, opening it. “And what kind of graphic artist would I be to argue with the box?”
With a shaky laugh, he positioned himself on his knees before her on the bed.
Heart pounding, hands trembling, she looked up at him. “This may not be the right time to say this, but I have to. I don’t know what it is about you, but you make me feel safe.”
His chest rose as he sucked in a deep breath. “It’s the perfect time to say it,” he murmured, cupping her jaw in his palm before brushing his lips over hers. “And I’m glad.”
He straightened, and—hands trembling even more—she slowly rolled the condom down over his very impressive length.
10
Steady. Steady. Just…count to ten.
He held his breath and began counting off, watching Elisa’s fingers work the condom down to the root of his dick. Fuck, if he wasn’t careful, he’d fucking come already. Her hands being there… Her breath tickling the lower plane of his stomach…
Five…six…seven…
“Finito,” she murmured, lifting her gaze to him.
“I know that one,” he said, his voice a wobbly rasp. Holy hell, he was so hard, so horny, he could hardly breathe. It was almost borderline painful. “Finished, yes?”
She nodded, even as a playful smile curled her lips. “Yes. The condom is on. Butwe’renot even close to finished.”
She rose up from the bed, kneeling in front of him, one of her hands encircling his sheathed dick, the other trailing up his chest.
He swallowed, straining for more.
Eight…nine…
Her tongue touched his nipple and he hissed, his cock jerking in her grip.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Do it again,” he said.
Nine and one quarter…nine and a half…
She did it again.
Fuck…nine and three quarters…
He couldn’t stop the groan tearing from him. A groan that turned to a guttural growl when she sealed her lips around his nipple and sucked.
Jesus fucking Christ, he was going to erupt.
Think of something else. Think of something—
She moved to his other nipple and sucked it, pumping his dick in perfect rhythm with her mouth’s suction.
A bone-deep heat began to consume him. His balls throbbed. The soles of his feet began to tingle.
Steps to frying the perfect egg. One. Make sure the egg is room temperature.