“Why?”
“I won’t last a minute inside you.”
She tugged him upright, kissing his lips. “I don’t care,” she said, impatient for the main event. She fumbled with his belt buckle and the buttons on his fly. Then he was in her hand, rock-hard and thick, pulsing with life.
Yes.Thiswas what she wanted. This blunt instrument, not his gentle fingers or a soft tongue. She was aroused beyond belief just from stroking him.
“Where’s the condom?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
She released him and grabbed the health kit from her tote bag. It had a single condom inside. He ripped open the wrapper and rolled it down his length. She watched him eagerly, moistening her lips in anticipation.
“Like this, with me on top?”
She wasn’t sure which position she’d be most comfortable with, but she trusted him. Man on top seemed like a logical place to begin. She nodded her permission. He gripped his shaft and placed the tip against her. Then he pushed inside a few inches.
“Okay?”
She twined her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He jerked forward with a heavy thrust. She tensed at the intrusion, even though it didn’t really hurt. It was just too much all at once. She felt too full, too tight, too sensitive.
“Should I stop?”
“No,” she said, stoic. “Get it over with.”
He laughed at this answer, his arms shaking from the strain. Instead of hurrying up, he dipped his head to her breasts and swirled his tongue around her nipples. The warm tug of his mouth worked like magic, causing a rush of moisture between her legs. Her thigh muscles relaxed. He withdrew about halfway and slid inside again.
“Ooh,” she said, digging her nails into his back.
“Better?”
She made a strangled sound and writhed against him. She’d gone from uncertain toAy Dios, qué ricoin less than five seconds. “More.”
He gave her what she asked for, moving in and out steadily. Then he gave her a little more. He slipped his hand between them and placed his thumb over her clit. Her lips parted in shock as he rubbed her in lazy circles.
She’d touched herself many times, and fantasized about him doing it, but she’d never imagined it could feel like this. The combination of slick fullness and rhythmic stroking unraveled her. She came apart like a spool of thread, spinning out of control. Her hips bucked off the blanket and her mouth formed a silent scream of ecstasy.
When the climax was over, she lay there with her arms splayed out, feeling woozy. He was staring at her as if she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Swallowing hard, he began to thrust again. He grasped her hips, driving deeper. Then he let out a hoarse yell and buried himself inside her, his shoulders quaking from the power of his release.
She marveled at the sight of him in the throes of ecstasy. She loved his corded neck and sweaty, flushed skin. His twitching pecs were sublime.
“Fuck,” he said, breathing heavily. He rested his forehead on her collarbone. After a long moment, he withdrew from her body and rolled over. He didn’t appear as relaxed as she felt. His eyes were closed, brow furrowed.
“Are you in pain?” she asked.
He grimaced at the question. “I’m okay.”
“You’re hurt,” she cried, sitting forward. “I hurt you.”
With a mild grunt, he got up and disposed of the condom. His limp was more pronounced now, his features etched in discomfort. He buttoned his pants and lay down beside her, silent. She covered them both with the blanket.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “That was selfish.”
“It wasn’t selfish.”
“You are injured and I thought only of myself.”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “In case you didn’t notice, I was a willing participant.”
“I seduced you on purpose.”
