“For how long?”
“Until you get tired of me.”
She shakes her head. “Not possible.”
“Forever, then?” I ask, heart radiating enough warmth to heat the whole cabin.
“Forever,” she says, grinning broadly. “I like the sound of that.”
“Could I ask you a favor?” I ask darkly.
“Anything.”
“Would you let down your hair when you ride this thick cock?”
“Only if you suck on my tits.”
“Done.” Desire chokes me. She means to ruin me with rapture, and I’ll thank her for it.
“Get over here,” I order.
“But what about a condom?” she asks, shimmying out of her very wet pink panties and throwing them on the wood floor.
I reach into my jeans pocket, dragging one out. Usually, I don’t carry them on me. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I had sex. But after grabbing the wine, I made a quick pit stop by my bedroom just in case.
I hand it to her, and Catalina eyes it like a new toy. I like this wild side of the prim DMV lady.
“One of these days, when you own that bookstore you want, Sparky …”
“Yes,” she says, carefully tearing the top from the square package.
“I’m going to fuck you between the rows of shelves.”
“Okay, that’s kind of random.” She chuckles.
“Maybe.” I shrug, but the image of her bent over rows of bookshelves as I ravish her has me in knots. “You hottie nerd chick.”
“Hottie nerd chick? Is that really how you see me?”
“Myhottie nerd chick.”
Catalina eyes the round rubber curiously, slowly starting to unroll it.
“Hold it right there. It’s impossible to put on if you unroll it all the way. First, you’ve got to get it over the tip.” My body shivers at the thought.
“Mmm, I can do that.” She works with excruciating slowness to position it over my head, dainty fingers making my cock a rocket about to pop off on the Fourth of July.
“Now, roll it down over my shaft,” I instruct, swallowing hard as her gentle touch wrecks me. “We might need lube,” I say.
But the well-read brunette shakes her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” she invites, seductive voice washing over me. I slide my hand between her legs, slipping into the messy oblivion of her pussy.
“Damn, woman, I’m never going to get enough of this. You want me so much.” Rawness tears through my voice. Realization burns. She’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. Not Avery Ross.Me.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to change my panties this week thinking about you.”
