Ididn’twantto use a condom, but I knew I had to protect myself. Although I trusted Giorgio in so many ways, he was a gorgeous guy. Hehadto be a player. Nobody that good-lookingwasn’t.
“I do,” he said, his soft brown eyes staring into mine. “But let me be inside you for a second before I put it on.”
I’d heardthatone before.
I grinned and shook my headno.
“Condom.”
“Please,” he murmured sexily. “Just the tip.”
Oh sweet Jesus…
The sound of his voice…
I’d been on birth control in my last relationship, and kept using it after we broke up six months ago. There wasn’t any danger of my getting pregnant.
Still…
Player.
“Just the tip,” he whispered, almost begging.
I liked the fact that he didn’t try to do anything.
He kept his cock several inches above me…
His hard…
Throbbing…
Huge cock…
With that big, swollen head…
And pre-cum slowly dripping from his tip, a tiny little wet bead of it.
Not to mention that his arms were so fucking huge as he braced himself above me…
Fuuuuck.
Still…
“We have to be safe,” I said, though I think what came through wasGOD I want your cock so bad.
“I’m safe,” he reassured me.
“Have you been tested?”
“Yes – and it’s been seven months since I was with anybody.”
…WHAT?!
“Sevenmonths?!”I asked, astounded.
He smiled. “I was busy.”
I didn’t love thinking aboutwhathe was busy with –
