Her skin is satiny under my rough hand, warm and supple.And that’s when it hits me—Emma has filled out some in these last weeks.I don’t feel the sharp line of her spine the way I did.She’s still very much a small woman, but she’s got a little bit of meat on her bones.
I grab her ass, a round handful of naked flesh.I slip my finger through the thin strip of fabric holding the barely-there panties in place.
Emma makes the sweetest little mewl under my mouth.I kiss her harder, rougher.She takes it, gives it back.
I pull away and take her face in my hands.“Are you on the pill?”
She shakes her head, all that dark hair shimmering in the blue light of the game room.
“Then here’s what’s going to happen.Don’t move.I’ll be back in sixty seconds.Time me.”
She nods.
I kiss her again.“Don’t move a muscle.”
She leans back on one hand.“Got it.”I let my eyes travel down to her breasts, her nipples.She’s taunting me.
Did I just see a wicked little grin on her lips?
“Start counting now.”
I run faster than any man has a right to.Down the stairs, down the hall, and into my bedroom.I throw open the bedside table drawer and root around in the dark.Not finding it.I better have a few left in here.They better not be expired.I can’t even remember the last time I needed them.
Because it meant nothing to me.It was just a physical release.
Tonight means everything.Because it’s Emma.
My hand snags a stack of three small packets.“Got it!”I whisper.
I stop to check on Jasmine.She’s sound asleep.I shut the door and set the alarm on my watch.It’ll beep if her door opens.
I close the attic door and take the steps three at a time until I reach the landing, my fist wrapped around the condoms.
I skid to a halt.“How’d I do?”
“Sixty-two seconds,” Emma says, still leaning back on one hand.She laughs.“But I’ll cut you some slack, just this once.”
I run to Emma.Fall to my knees in front of her.I toss the condoms to the floor and place the flat of my palms on the tops of her thighs.My heart pounds, my lungs heave.I may be an elite athlete, but I’m no match for the sexual creature before me.I’m good with that.
This is the first time I can gaze on her at my leisure.The velvety texture of her bare legs.Her knees and shapely calves.Her small feet.
And just there, just beyond the tips of my stretched out fingers, is the creamy, pale vee of flesh that marks the juncture of her thighs and her pussy.
It’s covered by just the tiniest triangle of fabric.Red fabric.And unless I’m hallucinating, there’s a seam of dampness that’s already soaked through the material.She’s already wet for me.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I take my middle finger and brush it against the slick fabric.I close my eyes.Small.Hot.Wet.
Mine.
I rise up, prop my weight on my hands, and lean over her.The gaming chair rocks back.She’s breathing hard.Her shiny hair puddles to the floor behind her.Her lips are parted and her eyes are dark, filled with questions and desire.
I love the desire.But not the questions.
“Are you sure?”
She nods.Swallows hard.She brings her hand to the side of my face, her touch light and caring.
