“Good girl,” I murmur against her. “Keep playing withyourself.”
I’m wrapped up in her, lost in the curves stretched out in front of me. I’ve been bent on driving Christina crazy since I met her, but this is the first time I’m doing it to make her want me, not make her want to get away fromme.
I circle her nipple with mytongue.
“On top of me,” she cries, not even able to form a full sentence. “You. On top ofme.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. Leaning back, I pull my shirt over my head and lower myself onto the couch between her still parted legs. She wraps them around my back, her hands pulling my face to hers and drawing me into a deep and furiouskiss.
“God, Aaron,” she gasps in the moments when our lips break apart. “I need you to fuckme.”
Her hands slip down between us, searching for my belt. I suck in a breath and prop myself up on my forearms, giving her more space. She gets the belt undone and slides the zipper of my jeans down, and then she’s wrapping her hand around mycock.
Her eyes find mine and I see fire in them, see popping sparks and roaring flames hot enough to burn me alive, but as I stare into them their liquid brown turns to piercing green and it’s Tiff I’m looking at, Tiff who’s underneath me, begging me to let our bodies melt intoone.
Instant bonerkiller.
“Oh,” says Christina, shifting beneath me and looking away. “Um...didI—”
“No, no, it’s not you, it’sjust...”
I lift myself off of her and sit up on the couch, running a hand over my face and shaking my head, trying to make the picture inside it go away. Christina sits up and stays quiet besideme.
“It’s just been awhile,” I sayfinally.
I turn towards her and try to give a confident smile. She takes it as a sign to start jokingagain.
“What’s awhile for you? Like, threedays?”
I shrug, trying to play it casual when I know this is anything but. “Just over a year,actually.”
Her eyes go wide and she rushes to apologize. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t— Uh, we don’t, you know, have to...I justthought—”
Great. Now not only am I sitting here with a flaccid dick, but the girl I just had begging for me to fuck her now thinks she was forcing me into sex I didn’twant.
I place a hand on her leg. “I want you. I want this. It’s not this huge deal or anything. I just haven’t, for awhile, and I...need aminute.”
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so emasculated in my life. I wouldn’t blame her for running out of the room. Finding out you’re the first person someone’s slept with in over a year after they failed to get it up for you kind of takes the fun, sexy vibe out of sexy funtime.
She stays next to me, my hand still resting on her leg, and neither of us speaks. The awkwardness is palpable. A few moments pass before I feel one of her fingers brush over my shoulder, the one with mytattoo.
“What is this?” sheasks.
I glance over at the inked design. “It’s a shutter. On a camera, you know, the part that clicks closed to capture thelight.”
“I know what a shutteris.”
The familiar irritation in her voice eases the tension just alittle.
“How long have you been doing photography?” sheasks.
“Since I was a teenager. It’s what I originally studied after highschool.”
She nods. “So why a shutter? Why not some other camera thing? Or did you just think it lookedcool?”
“I mean, kind of. You have to admit, it does look pretty badass.” She snorts at that and I continue. “I think what I like most about photography is the ability to capture...moments, details, honesty. What’s there one second might be hidden in the next, and you have to know just when to snap the shutter closed if you want to catchit.”
“I didn’t think there was room for anything but ego in that head of yours, Penn, but you have some depth toyou.”
