“Don’t be bossy.” I kneeled on the bed and prowled toward her.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “What if I tell you to fuck my mouth?”
My balls tightened, and I stopped my forward progress. “Fuck, Bridget. The filthy words on your sweet lips.” I shook my head.
“What, you can dish it out, but you can’t take it? Or don’t you like a woman who takes charge?”
I wasn’t sure if I liked a woman to be in charge. I’d never dated anyone who wanted it. But I liked Bridget, a lot more than I had a week ago, and I was ready to go off before she’d even touched me.
I sat back on my heels and pressed the base of my cock to get myself back under control. “Sweetheart, if you touch me with your mouth, it’s game over. I want to come inside you, if that’s okay.”
She stared again at my dick. “You have a condom?”
“Right.” I reached back to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out the gift shop bag. I shook out the box of condoms and the small bottle of lube between us.
Her eyes widened. “You shopped at thegift store?That must’ve cost you fifty bucks!”
“Eh, it was twenty thousand colón. Who knows how much that is?”
Her jaw firmed. “You’re a finance guy. You know the exchange rate down to the penny.”
I’d never admit she was right. “Should we keep arguing about overpriced prophylactics, or should I put this on and make you come again?”
“The latter.” She bit her lip.
I was so on edge that my fingers shook when I ripped open the box of condoms. I picked one up, tore open the wrapper, and rolled it on. While I did that, Bridget gathered the scattered packets and the ruined box and set them on the table on her side of the bed.
“Lube?” I asked.
“Please.”
With my fingers trembling, it took me a minute to puncture the safety seal. Finally, I squirted lube into my hand and rubbed it over the condom. Fuck, I wouldn’t last long. But if I gave Bridget her climax first, she might not care. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.” I squeezed more lube onto my palm.
Her face and chest went pink, but she did as I asked. I smoothed the lube over her labia, then dipped inside and curled my finger up, tapping and searching. She squirmed against my hand and moaned. I set my lubed-up palm over her mons and her clit and lightly rubbed a circle.
“Yes, Cole. Like that.” She collapsed back onto the pillow.
I watched her as I rubbed and tapped again. Her chest rose and fell quickly, the breath panting out between her soft lips. She was so beautiful with her normally pale skin flushed and her dark hair fanned out over the white pillowcase. Her back arched, and the tips of her small breasts were rosy.
For a second, I crowed over my luck to have this woman in my bed. But that was a dangerous thought. She was right about this being a bad idea. We couldn’t compete for the CEO job while we were sleeping together. I thrust all those thoughts aside and imagined she was someone I’d picked up on the beach with no HR dilemma, no ethical conundrum, no messy feelings to get in the way. She was a beautiful woman, and we were about to fuck.
Her breath stuttered, and she let out a cry. I was glad she was noisy in bed. It was the best feedback I’d gotten all year. When she stopped pulsing around my finger, I pulled it out and positioned myself between her legs. I set the head of my cock at her entrance. “Ready?”
“Jesus, yes.” Her smile was the most enchanting thing I’d seen on this trip, and I’d seen goddamnorchidsgrowing out of trees in the rainforest.
“Open your eyes.”
“What?” She blinked her blue eyes open, and her focus on me felt better than any victory.
“Watch me.” I nudged the head inside her. “I wish you could see how your pussy is taking my dick.”
Her small hand landed lightly on my stomach and traced down my hip. “I’ve got a pretty good view, too.”
All those hours in the gym felt worth it when she admired my body. I pulled my hips back and thrust forward again, going a little deeper.
She arched her back, tipped up her chin, and closed her eyes. “God.” Before I could say a word, she opened them again.
“Good girl.” I leaned down to kiss her.
