“Are you done, now? All cried out?”
I nodded.
“You aren’t frigid, T. No one as passionate as you are when we’re having sex could ever be frigid.”
Half-turning, I blinked at him. “We haven’t had sex because the second you put on a condom, I froze solid.”
Chuckling, he leaned in and brushed a soft kiss over my shoulder. “Taryn, we haven’t experienced penetration—yet—but we’ve damn sure had some great sex.” Sobering, he said, “I don’t think you have a problem with any of it. From the way you’ve jacked and blown me, it’s pretty obvious you like my cock.” He grinned. “And from the way you like my tongue and fingers inside you, penetration isn’t the problem either.”
“But—”
“I’ve been playing it over in my head, and you went rigid the second I suited up.” He brushed another kiss over my shoulder. “The military rejects recruits with latex allergies. Did you know that?”
I shook my head.
“If we’re in a combat situation and someone needs medical attention, the military can’t risk that person having wound complications because a medic used latex gloves when treating them. Everyone gets tested for latex allergies.”
“What does that have to do with me freaking out about penetration?”
“Are you on birth control?”
Wrinkling my nose at him, I said, “Weird question considering there’s no doubt I’m a virgin. But as a matter of fact, I use it to keep my periods regular. Why?”
“The Air Force regularly tested for STIs. My last test was right before my EAOS, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone but you since.” He fingered a lock of my hair. Then his eyes found mine. “Do you trust me?”
A ghost of a laugh slipped out. “Silly question.”
“Taryn.”
“Yes.”
Tugging me onto my back, he leaned up on his elbow and traced the pad of his finger from the divot in my collarbone, down the center of my chest, and over my stomach, stopping to lightly circle my belly button. At his touch sensations of desire started low in my core. When I shifted, my body softening under his talented finger, he continued his trip south until he found my clit.
“Oh!” I cried out as he lightly rubbed his finger over me.
“We’ll try again, okay? You up for that?”
He increased the pressure in the way that always felt so good when he put his hands on me.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Oh!” My eyes rolled back in my head as he slipped his finger inside me.
“Very,” he rumbled as he took my nipple in his mouth.
In seconds, it seemed, I’d gone from a blubbering mess to a writhing, out-of-control beggar as he worked me with his hands and mouth. When he kissed his way down my body so his lips and tongue could add to the pleasure of his fingers, I didn’t think—I just let my knees fall open, giving him access.
“That’s it, T. Enjoy it,” he praised me.
His teasing tongue on my sensitive nub had me clutching the sheets as I writhed and moaned at his touch. When he added a second finger inside me, the walls of my pussy spasmed and clamped down on him, my hips doing their own thing, chasing the rhythm he set. The orgasm started low in my belly, radiating outward until sparks of electricity flashed out from my center to the tips of my fingers, out the ends of my toes and the top of my head.
While I tried to catch my breath, Danny kissed his way back up my body until his hard length was rubbing up and down between my folds.
“You still okay?” he whispered, his voice rough.
“Yes.”
“Do you feel where I am?”
Of their own volition, my hips moved with his. “Yes.”
