“Okay.” She searched her mind for another one. “What if I said…I wanna milk your cock?”
His eyebrows creased. “Am I a cow?”
“That one doesn’t work for you either, huh? Uh…oh, this one is good. I want you to fuck me…with your penis.”
That one cracked him up. Laughter rolled out of him and he dropped over onto his back beside her. Clasping his hands over his forehead, he gritted his teeth, not knowing whether he was frustrated or amused.
“Where did you read that shit?” he asked, lifting his hands to look at her. “Flaccid dick dot com?” He let out a deep breath as his laughter subsided, simultaneously trying to let go of his pent-up sexual energy. “Maybe we should try this again later. I only have one condom left anyway, so we’ll buy more after breakfast and then maybe…by tonight, you won’t be so nervous.”
She pulled her bra strap back on and sat up. “Do we…need condoms? I mean…I’m on the pill…and you’re…”
He knew what her question was without her asking it. His last test was four months ago and he hadn’t been with anyone since then. “I’m good…All good on my side.”
“So…do we need it?”
He’d never had unprotected sex before and he was a little skeptical about it, because the thought of it felt very intimate. Then again, Jasmin was a lot of firsts for him too. “I guess not.”
She smiled and took his hand. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want to rush you into anything. Sometimes I just get a little ahead of myself.” He turned his head to give her his full attention. “Why are you so nervous around me?”
“I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug. “I guess these last few days were very confusing for me. You were so cold…and then last night you changed. I don’t really understand what happened.”
“Nothing changed,” he said, gently squeezing her hand. “This is still a bad idea. Every thought racing through my head is telling me that I should stay away from you, but…you make it so hard to listen.”
A smile stretched across her face. “I can definitely relate to that.”
She leaned down to kiss him, but chickened out at the last second. Lifting his hand to her face, he brought her down the rest of the way and kissed her. The feel of her lips was something he could never get tired of—fleshy, alluring softness. His tongue played with hers, drawing her in until her reservations melted away. Very slowly this time, he moved his other hand up to cup her breasts, his thumb massaging her nipple over her bra. She gasped, but didn’t pull away and he took that as a sign that he could go a little further.
“Climb on top of me,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Strip down and climb on top of me.”
She thought about it for a few seconds before she stood up, and she was hesitant as she slowly kicked off her sneakers. As she shimmied out of her sweatpants, his eyes were drawn down from her toned stomach to the sexy tattoo on her hip. She was about to climb back onto the bed when he stopped her.
“All of it.”
His wandering eyes didn’t do much to settle her anxiety and her hands trembled a little as she took off her underwear. Never in his life did he have to practice that kind of restraint. The sight of her naked body already made his palms itch, but he needed to take it at her pace, give her control until she felt more comfortable. She crawled across the bed and straddled his hips.
The only barrier between them was his boxer shorts and he groaned when he felt her heat through the thin material. “Kiss me.”
She lowered her lips to his and his hand slipped behind her to undo her braid, allowing her long hair to fall over her shoulders. As their lips caressed and their tongues explored, he took one of her hands, slid it down his chest and into his boxers. She broke the kiss and stared at him as he closed her fingers around his cock.
She was moreexcitedthan nervous now. “It looks like I got your dick on H again, Kevin.”
“Yeah.”
“What…what should I do?”
“Whatever you want. You’ve given me your body, Jasmin. Feel free to take mine.”
He removed his hand and his eyes shut when she began to move hers. Slow and uncertain at first, but as his breathing elevated so did her confidence. Gripping him tighter, she quickened her pace. He kissed her again, threading one hand in her hair and using the other to caress her, running it over her breast and down her stomach. He loved the feel of her, the contrast between hard and soft. Moving lower to between her legs, he felt her wetness coating his fingertips. And when he slid his fingers inside her, she lost it. Her tongue plunged deeper into his mouth, her hand moved faster up and down his cock. Her responsiveness drove him wild. He met her halfway, thrusting into her hand. She took as much as she gave, grinding her hips against his palm.
She only let him enjoy it for a few minutes before she pulled his hand away and began an unhurried descent down his body, leaving open-mouth kisses on his chest and abs until she was tugging down his boxers.
“You’re gonna have to help me with this too,” she said, looking up at him.
