“Okay,” she said. “Or we can go with the fact I’m on the pill.”
“We can do that too,” he said. Which shocked him how easily he’d volunteered it since he’d never done that before.
Not once.
The last thing he wanted was to worry about someone getting pregnant. Even though he knew condoms weren’t guaranteed, he was able to control it.
There had been too many things in his life out of his control, and once he was able to take the reins, he did.
“I’m clean and all,” she said. “I had a test done two years ago and haven’t had sex with anyone else. I mean, I’ve always made them use protection and then after we split I tested again to know.”
“You know I’m having physicals all the time,” he said. “I’m good.”
He got tested between partners himself for the same peace of mind.
She pushed him back on the bed, his feet were on the floor, his cock standing straight and pointed right at her.
He thought she was going to climb on, but she dropped to her knees, her head following, her tongue only coming out to give him a little lick.
“I’m hungry,” she said. “I didn’t eat breakfast. Are you okay with that?”
“Do you think I’m going to complain?” he asked. “Should I be worried though? I’ve seen how you eat when you’ve missed some meals.”
She shrugged her shoulders with one side of her mouth popping up in her lopsided smirk.
He found it sexy as hell when it was mixed in with the deep blue of her eyes. He often wondered what emotion she was feeling when they were together, but in the bedroom, he always knew.
There was nothing sexier than knowing the woman you were with wanted you as much as you did her. You couldn’t fake that shit.
He knew. He’d been with enough women in his life that did.
Her hands slapped on his thighs as if she was getting ready for work.
Then her head dropped and her mouth opened, going so deep that he was shocked she didn’t gag.
All she did was move up and do it again, her lips closing around him, then sucking.
She kept opening her mouth and adjusting deeper until there was a tightness around his balls and he realized she was squeezing him.
“Fuck,” he said. His eyes closed and he did everything he could not to blow right then.
She wasn’t even moving as fast as he thought she would, but more calculated.
When she somehow went deeper, even his toes were curling into the carpet trying to get a grip on his control.
She stopped and popped her head up. “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing. You can let go.”
“Are you sure?”
“Warren, I know your body well. I bet you’re sweaty if I touch your back.”
“You’d win that bet,” he said.
Down she went, as if she hadn’t just given him permission to release the control that had him shaking.
The minute she rotated her palm around his balls, he knew he was doomed.
Her lips closed and it felt as if she was sucking her cheeks into her face with the amount of pressure around his dick.
