He rubbed my arm. “You okay? Too much socializing? It’s okay if you’d rather go home and recharge than watch Space Spies with me tonight.”
“No, the opposite.” I took a deep breath. It was best to communicate clearly about this. “I want to have sex.”
He widened his eyes, his expression slack.
“Not with other people, to be clear. Just with you. Penis in vagina sex. With a condom, for obvious reasons.” We weren’t trying to have babies, and it was best to be healthy. Even if I did have him take an STI test, the results wouldn’t come in for another day.
“Oh my god.” He laughed, playfully shaking my shoulders. “You want this now? Tonight?”
I shrugged and pushed my hair behind my ear. “If the moment’s right…”
“Oh, Zero.” He kissed my forehead, then lingered, pressing his temple to mine. “I’d love that.”
“So, should we go to your bed?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Uh, not to be weird, but I kind of want to make it more special than that.”
“What?” He didn’t want to have sex? I backed up and frowned, breathing into my cupped palm. Did I have potato-chip breath?
He gave me a tilted smile and gestured to the front door. “My roommates might come back any minute. I want us to be able to take our time for that. Enjoy it.”
“How romantic,” I deadpanned, trying to mask my disappointment.
He snorted and led me to his room. “But we can do other stuff we haven’t tried yet.”
“You’re not going up my ass.”
He burst out laughing. “I meant we could kiss places we haven’t, yet.”
“Oh. Oral stimulation.”
“Yes.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling and dimples beckoning.
“I’m in.” I kissed him hard, then twisted so we fell onto the twin bed together. Everything sizzled and sparked, churning to life at his touch, this thrilling friction. I rubbed myself against his leg and unbuttoned his shirt. There was no point in pushing it off now, but I wanted to feel him, work him, slide my hands into the thatch of fair curls poking out from his undershirt.
He sucked my tongue, then kissed down my neck, his hands wandering under my shirt.
Did he want me to get naked?
“C-can I keep the shirt on?” I flushed. “In case your roommates come in.”
“Yeah, I want you to feel sexy.” He flicked the underside of my bra. “Can I still play with your breasts? Use my mouth on them?”
My thighs clenched, desperate to grab onto him. “I…am open to it.”
I heard suction did good things to nerve endings. Toys simulated it on my clit, but I’d never had a hot human mouth in these intimate places.
Sal gently adjusted my bra and swiped his thumb across my nipple, then sucked the tip of my other breast. It sent a bolt of need straight to my core. I gasped and arched into him.
He licked his lips, and my skin. “You remember what to do if you want me to slow down or listen, right?”
“I have no intention of pulling your ear,” I said, guiding his head to my chest.
“You remember. And you’ll remember this.” He massaged my breast, rolling my nipple between his teeth. It teetered on the edge of pain, but in a good way. He wasn’t biting. Not even nibbling. Barely-there teasing, followed by soothing swipes of his tongue and sucking kisses.
I panted out a slew of curses, writhing. This man played my body better than any game key combination. We were so close, already.
He kissed down my stomach, which quivered in anticipation, and helped me slide down my leggings and panties. Fresh air on my wet breasts and core electrified my need. I needed him to touch me.
