“In the side pocket of my handbag.”
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
He returned in long seconds, the cracking and ripping indicating he was donning the condom. “See what you think of this,” he said, seconds before he applied cool gel to her flesh. It coated her clit, and he stroked it into her channel with his finger, first one and then two.
“Ow! Cold.”
“Stop complaining.” He slapped one buttock.
“You try it.”
“I put lube on my dick.”
“Condom-covered dick,” she pointed out.
He stroked his finger inside her, tickling her nub enough to make her pay attention. The gel heated with her body and continued heating until her flesh burned, her clit burned, the flames of arousal burned.
“Oh.”
“I see I have your attention now.”
His cock nudged her entrance, and he pushed deep with an unhurried stroke. “Damn, that’s good.”
Too good. That burning sensation had every thought, every sensation, every particle of her being focused on the flesh between her legs. A shudder rolled through her as Hone’s cock caressed her clit with each thrust. “Faster. Please, Hone. Faster.”
He laughed and pushed into her again, his strokes coming more often and striking her in exactly the right place. Of course, his talented finger with its precision work on her clit didn’t hurt. She gasped, briefly considered holding back to savor the sensation. Hone didn’t let her. He upped the pace of his strokes, the prick of his fingernails at her hipbones anchoring her in the moment.
Up, up, up she rose until she toppled over and shattered. She gasped hoarsely, the pleasure prolonged and intense. Hone plunged into her now, his strokes fast and choppy, his hands gripping her tight. He cried out, stilling as his cock pulsed deep inside her.
A sharp thump on the wall made her giggle. Hone grunted, the sound coming close to laughter.
Emma would tease her in the morning and Cassie didn’t care. She yawned once he withdrew and dealt with the condom.
“I might sleep now.”
“Me too,” Hone agreed as he wrapped his arms around her.
Cassie yawned again. How much longer would this last? One week? Two? Best she not worry about the future. One day at a time. That was the best way to go.
One day at a time.
