But I got to play, too, and if she kept that grip with the up and down motion, the swirl and press of her thumb over the top of my shaft, then things would end entirely too soon. I'd be embarrassed.
But then I'd get to go down on her to finish things off.
Not that the latter would be a hardship. Not at all. "When you come, I'm going to be inside you."
She made a strangled sound in the back of her throat and pulled my mouth harder against hers.
I pressed up over the top of her and savored the feel of my bare chest against hers. Her bare breasts, full and heavy, pressed up against my pecs.
She groaned and pressed her wet center against my thigh.
"You don't know what you do to me," I murmured against her temple.
Neither of us could say anything after that because our lips and mouths moved against each other. Tongues darting and tasting, lips pressing, brushing… savoring.
She parted her legs, making room for me there. The tip of me nudged the damp warmth of her, bringing me back to the present.
"Condom, baby," I said against her mouth. "Gotta get a condom."
I wanted to push inside her body and have it all, but after the chaos of the morning, the last thing I wanted was for either of us to have regrets. Any regrets.
The quickest way to regret was to do something regrettable.
Fuck it, I'd never been a poet.
She moaned a low groan but released her tight grip on me. "On the pill. I'm on the pill."
"I'm clean," I assured.
"Me, too," she said.
Careful not to give her too much of my weight, I moved down her body—licking and tasting all along the way. Brushing butterfly kisses to the side of her breasts, down her abdomen, along her hip, to the apex of her thighs, and farther down to her knees, ankles, even toes. Then I worked my way back up.
"This okay?" I asked, checking in because my body might know hers, but the rest of me was still learning.
She answered without speaking, pulling me to her in answer while groaning something that sounded like a yes.
Both of us naked, we made out like this was all we'd ever have. And if it was all we had, then by hell we would milk it for all it was worth.
My erection ached, blood thrummed, and my body demanded more. But I wasn't in a rush anymore because this position allowed my fingers to trail between her legs and explore the warmth there. Gently, I slipped one finger inside.
"Sloan," she said my name like it meant everything to her. Like I was all that mattered.
A guy could get off on that.
She tried to grind against my hand, but there was no way for her to gain traction in this position. Given that I was a nice guy, I handled that for her—pressing my finger against the rough bundle of nerves near the front of her opening.
"Yes." She moved against my hand, clenching her internal muscles around my finger in a way that made my dick seriously jealous.
I pressed my finger in and out, trailing over the spot I knew would make her wild, until the primed muscles inside nearly came on my hand.
That's when I stopped.
Because I had a plan.
Eyes glassy, she reached for my hand. "Don't stop."
"Trust me," I said, kissing each of her fingers before moving along to her wrist, then her elbow, then down her belly.
