"Still so wet," he murmured. "Think you can give me another?"
"I don't … I can't?—"
"You can." He kissed down my neck, found my breast. "I'll make sure of it."
His mouth closed around my nipple while his fingers worked inside me. The dual sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
"Olek!"
"I've got you." His thumb found my clit. "Just let go."
But I didn't want to just take. Didn't want to be the only one falling apart. I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the button.
He caught my wrist. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" I got the button open, started on the zipper. "I want to touch you."
"Katrina—"
"You've had your mouth on me twice now." I freed him from his jeans, and Christ, he was big. Thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. "My turn."
I wrapped my hand around him, and he groaned, his head falling forward.
"Fuck."
"Is this okay?" I stroked him, base to tip, watching his face.
"It's," he swallowed hard, "yes. God, yes."
I stroked him again, firmer this time, and he thrust into my hand. His control was fracturing, I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the way his breathing became ragged.
"Katrina, if you keep doing that?—"
"What? You'll come?" I twisted my wrist on the upstroke. "Good. I want to see it."
"Not yet." He pulled away, breathing hard. "Not until I'm inside you."
Oh.Oh.
"Tonight?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Because I needed to feel him inside me. I needed to see if he could fuck me as well as he got me off with his mouth.
"Tonight." He kicked off his jeans, finally, completely naked. "If you want to. We can stop. We can wait. But…" He cupped myface. "I need you, Katrina. Need to be inside you. Need to feel you come around me. Need to come inside you. Fill you up."
I should say no. Should slow this down. Should remember that this was just a transaction. Because things had shifted. I didn’t want him inside me because he was paying to be. Right now I wanted him inside because I ached for him. I was tired of what should happen and ready for what was about to happen.
"Yes," I said. "I want—yes."
Something blazed in his eyes. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
He kissed me hard, and hungry, then reached for the nightstand. Pulled out a paper.
"Clean bill of health," he said, showing me the lab results. "Got them back this morning."
I scanned the paper. Everything negative. All clear.
"Okay," I breathed.
