“The race car too?” Julia asked, trying to hold back her smile.
“If that’s what you’re into...”
Tae’s hands brushed down her body, fingers stopping at her nipple. He pressed and twisted, and Julia wrenched her bodywith the contact. No matter where he touched her, she could feel it between her legs... like shocks of electricity begging for more power.
Tae tucked his fingers into the sides of her underwear, and Julia lifted her hips to help him pull them off. “Good girl,” he said, pressing himself down on her, the contact with his hardness causing her to push up for more.Good girl.Had two words ever turned her on more? Apparently she had a praise kink.
She needed more closeness. She needed more friction. She needed Tae inside of her, to fill her. To move.
Tae lifted his head suddenly and looked around the room.
“What is it?”
“Fuck, I don’t have condoms up here.”
Julia knew one thing at this very moment: she had to have Tae, and she would trust whatever answer he gave her.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I haven’t had sex—” She stopped herself. Did she need him to know how long it had been for her? And did she want him to answer in return?
“I’m clean too, Julia. And I haven’t in a while either. But I can’t ask you to just trust me on this.”
But before she could tell him that she did trust him, he got up. He pointed a finger at her before running through the door stark naked. “Do. Not. Move,” he commanded, as she heard his feet running down the stairs.
“Fuck!” she heard him scream. “Where the fuck—yes! Here it is.” The sound of relief and triumph held in the air along with his footsteps running back up the stairs.
He stopped in the doorway, breathing heavily, one single condom held up between his fingers. “I only have one, so let’s make it count.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. He had run through the house naked with his erect penis leading the way. Could she ever visit this home and see it the same way again?
“What so funny?” he asked.
She shook her head and reached for him as his hands were already busy tearing open the package and sliding the condom on. She covered his hand with hers as they pulled it down, sheathing him. “Oh fuck,” he breathed out.
Her opening pulsated, longing for him.
“Tae,” she breathed, almost begging.
He lowered his body. First his lips met hers. Julia moaned into his mouth, and it must have triggered something in him, because Tae’s kisses came harder and faster, hungry, rolling one into the other, unending.
Then his chest met her breasts, as if their heartbeats had connected like their bodies.
Julia raked her fingers down Tae’s back, memorizing the movement of his muscles. She arched her back, trying to get more contact with him, trying to tell Tae what she needed.
But Tae pulled himself a little farther away. Julia growled in frustration.
Tae pulled his face back, eyes dancing, smile spread across his face. “Use your words, Julia,” he teased.
Julia had never been a talker when it came to sex. In fact, it always felt like she was reenacting a bad porn scene rather than anything that came natural to her.
“Please,” she said, pained.
“Please, what?”
Julia’s frustration reached a new height, and she was about to scream if he didn’t give her what she wanted.
“Please, um, do it,” she struggled to get out.
“Do what?”
