“I don’t want to come in your mouth the first time.”
“Deal,” she replies, and shucks my Calvin Kleins all the way off. “Jesus, Jordan.”
Raising my head, I look down my body at where she’s staring wide-eyed at my cock.
“Problem?”
“Yeah.” She pulls her bottom lip under with her teeth as if in serious contemplation. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
Laughing, I collapse back onto the bed. There is no better compliment or ego boost a man can get from a woman than to tell him his dick is so massive, it won’t fit.
“Baby, it fit last time.”
She raises her dark lashes, and her eyes find me. Her sexy smirk makes me feel ten-fucking-feet-tall.
“Barely,” she replies.
I suck in a breath when dainty fingers curl around the base of my cock, and she gives it one long lick that has my balls drawing up in warning.
“Changed my mind.” Reaching under her, I sit up and reverse our positions so I’m on top again. “Need inside you. But first, let’s see if you’re ready to take me.”
She peppers kisses along my jaw as her roaming hands drive me crazy.
“Trust me. I’m so ready.”
Testing her, I slide a finger through her folds to find that she is most definitely soaking wet. Slipping one finger inside her, then two, her inner walls convulse, and she moans my name.
Riding my hand, Douglass grabs the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss that goes nuclear. The tip of my cock prods her entrance, demanding to be let in. When I reach over to the nightstand to pull the drawer for a condom, she twines her fingers through mine, bringing our hands to rest above her head on the goose-down pillow.
“It’s okay… if you don’t… want to. We’re both clean, and I’m on the pill… and you didn’t last time…”
Her hand squeezes mine, like she’s trying to convey the rest of her disjointed sentence through Morse code. Blushing furiously from breasts to cheeks, she turns her head on the pillow, not able to maintain eye contact. Her dark red hair spills over the pillowcase, and I get lost in her Titian beauty.
From the first time I had sex, and even when I was drunk out of my mind, some latent part of my brain always made sure to wear protection. But that’s not true, is it? Douglass is the only woman I’ve ever taken bare. I could’ve gotten her pregnant, and I wouldn’t have known unless she told me. That hypothetical fact makes me no better than my bastard of a bio dad.
Propping my forearms on either side of her head, I kiss the shell of her ear. “Baby, I think we need to talk before things go any further.”
Her head whips around, and she tenses underneath me. “Why?”
Way to go and ruin the moment, jackass. She’s probably thinking worst case scenario. I give her lips what I hope is a reassuring kiss.
“You’re the only woman I’ve been with like that.”
Her forehead crinkles with confusion. “Like what?Oh…”
I kiss her nose. “Did, uh, anything happen afterward that I need to know about?”
You’re about to be balls deep inside the woman you’re falling for and are making this awkward, Jordan.
My meaning finally clicks, and she wriggles to get out from under me, but I use our joined hands and my body weight to pin her to the bed.
“Are you seriously asking me right now if you knocked me up?”
When I don’t answer, her eyes blaze, making the green more prominent.
“The answer is no. Now please let me up.”
Nope. Not happening. I’ve finally gotten her in my bed, and I sure as hell am not letting her out of it.
