I flattened my tongue against her clit and sucked. Her legs were shaking around me, her fingers twisted around my hair, and there was a roar climbing up my throat as I watched her shatter. She wasn't loud, and she didn't thrash about, but that didn't make her orgasm any less seismic. Every inch of her was vibrating and flushed with a rosy glow.
I felt like a fucking conqueror.
"Shit, I'm sorry," she panted. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
"Why are you apologizing to me?" I asked, confused.
Uncertain seconds ticked by while I mentally walked through everything that had happened since hitting the bed. I didn't know where I'd gone wrong, and I couldn't take her hiding from me anymore. I needed to see her. I crawled up her body and pried her arms off her face.
"What's wrong?"
"That was like," she started, her eyes swiveling from side to side, "thirty seconds."
I dropped my weight between her legs. "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking pleased with myself, actually," I said, relieved. "Me and your clit? We're gonna be good friends.Bestfriends. I'm thinking we need those broken heart necklaces."
She turned her face to the pillow and said, "My body, it doesn't always know how it should react."
"Your body reacted like a champ, darlin'," I said. "You're perfect. So perfect that I'm kinda dying over here. There's a real possibility that I'm coming on your leg in the next minute. The only thing you're allowed to apologize for is waiting this long to marry me."
"I waited less than a day," she replied.
I shrugged as if she was making my point for me. "Exactly. It should've been 'Hi, I'm Erin, your future wife and owner of the clit to which you'll pray.'"
She burst out laughing beneath me. "You're insane," she said.
"You'reinsane," I retorted, tickling her sides. "You're the one apologizing because I proved that I'm the only one worthy of possessing your body."
"This isn'tThe Sword in the Stone," she said.
"I don't know, lovely," I said, rolling my hips against her. "I've got a sword right here for you."
"Condom," she said through a bark of laughter. "Get a condom."
Goddamn it. Goddamnit.
"Yeah, of course," I stammered, darting off the bed to find my jeans.
I tore through my wallet, but I hadn't kept protection in there since college, back when it was fashionable to show off one's sexual prowess by tucking a supersized rubber behind a student ID. It wasn't that I didn't believe in safe sex.Of courseI did. But I was a man in my mid-thirties. I didn't have sex outside my apartment. Or hers, and that was all on the rare occasion that I found myself in the company of a willing woman. And I didn't even know the last time that'd happened.
Erin rolled to her belly and propped her chin on her hands, watching while I shuffled through every item in my wallet and came up empty.
Goddamn fucking condoms.
"Check the minibar," she said, nodding toward the cabinet tucked into the television console. "Or call the front desk. I'm sure they'd rustle some up for us."
Everything came out of the minibar. Tiny bottles of liquor and wine, chocolates and nuts, sunscreen and popcorn.
"Let's just drink the tequila," Erin said from behind me, "and then we can get really irresponsible. I'll beg you to let me suck your cock like a lollipop, and you'll convince me that you can pull out."
It was a wonder I didn't come right then.
"Bring me that mouth," I said, beckoning her to me.
She smiled, and pointed to the minibar I'd decimated. "Look again, dude. Top shelf."
Sure enough, I bent at the waist and found myself staring at a single box of condoms. "Imuststart going to church again. I need to thank the Lord for your tits and minibar condoms," I said while I shredded the thin packaging, suited up, and chucked the two spares to Erin. "Don't lose those, wife."
She made a show of carefully placing them in the bedside drawer, right next to the Bible. She was nestled into the pillows again, her legs stretched out in front of her and her arms covering her breasts, and those eyes shy like she didn't want to admit how much she wanted me right now. Like she could hide it.
