“I have to say, I’m impressed.”
My eyebrows lifted at her sudden speech. “With my dick?” Fuck, was that my voice? I sounded like I’d swallowed a frog.
Maisy laughed, shaking her head. She trailed a finger up my length to the mushroomed head. My back stiffened as I quickly tried to recall the inventory of my last shipment. “I didn’t expect you to let me touch you like that. I’m glad you did. I’ve never… Well, other than our shower, I’ve neverlookedat a man before. I appreciate you letting me see you, but to be honest, you look like you’re in a lot of pain. I didn’t realize touching you would hurt.”
“Not that sort of pain, love. This is the good kind, trust me.” She looked doubtful, pursing her lips to the side. “Remember what I said about anticipation? You’re just sweetening the ending.”
Her eyes danced between my face and my dick, uncertain. “Really?”
I nodded. “Keep going if that is your wish.”
Again, her eyes bounced between my two heads. “And what if I want to try…something else?”
My lips twitched. “You need to say the words, baby. I’m not a mind reader and I refuse to make assumptions that could harm you mentally or physically. What is it you want?”
Maisy licked her lips, drawing my eyes. “I talked with Dr. Akamu about different positions to try with you, and some of the porn I watched showed the woman on top. Is that something you’re willing to try?”
I nodded. “Baby, you can try anything you want with me. I know my safe word.” My words had the desired effect, because she giggled. “But you can’t just climb on top, Mase. I need to stretch you, and we need to talk about protection.”
“You mean condoms?” she asked, her cheeks blazing a bright red.
I nodded again. Since this was my room, I knew where the box was that I’d hidden when I cleared out space for Maisy and Samantha to move in. To my surprise, though, Maisy shifted around on the bed until she was hanging half off of it, her little ass in the air. Fuck, the things I wanted to do to that ass.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I sat up to get a better view of… Well, if I was being honest, of her ass, but I would never admit to that out loud.
Going up on her knees, Maisy dragged a canvas shopping bag onto the bed. “I didn’t know what size you needed, so I got an assortment.”
Then she turned the bag over between us to reveal a mountain of square, foil, condom packets.
“Um…” I reached forward and picked up a black packet with gold lettering, stating it contained the world’s smallest condom. From the feel of the roll inside, it had the width of my pinkie finger. In her defense, there was also a pink and blue packet under it, advertising for both our pleasures. I picked up another one that was white with… Yup, it claimed to be cinnamon roll flavored.
I looked up at Maisy. Her expression looked hopeful as she stared up at me, like she was waiting for my praise. “I have questions,” I proclaimed. “First and foremost, where the hell did you get these?”
“At the youth center,” she said with a wide smile. “Lucifer keeps tubs and tubs of condoms, lube, and pamphlets about safe sex. I read all of them, including ones about anal sex.” She rooted around in the Mount Rubber Pile for a second until she found several packets of lubricant. “See?”
I had to bite my lips together, really, really not wanting to burst her bubble. Christ, she looked so fucking proud of herself, butwowI was not looking forward to breaking the news that a good number of these would not fit me. And also I wanted nothing with the word “cinnamon” on it going anywhere near my dick.
I found a packet that said it was extra-large and ribbed. “How about we start off easy and work our way up to,” I glanced down at the pile, “bubble gum flavored lube, shoots?”
She nodded, still smiling widely. “Can you explain something to me?” she asked as she started to scoop the packets back into the canvas bag.
“Of course.” I reached over to help her.
“Why are condoms flavored? Are you supposed to suck on them before using them?”
Yeah, I was definitely going toLuaahifor corrupting this woman, but damn, it was going to be a fun ride on the way down.
I chuckled. “No. Depending on people’s situations, they use condoms during oral sex as well.”
“Like when you put your mouth on me?” Maisy dropped the bag off the side of the bed after we’d collected all but the one I’d put aside.
I opened and closed my mouth. I actually had no idea what protection was used on women recipients of oral sex. I’d never been with someone who required it. And now I felt like I needed some of Lucifer’s pamphlets.
“Come here,” I instructed, in place of answering her. Maisy crawled over to me and I scooped her up in my arms. “I’m clean,”I assured her. “But until we have a talk about protection and expectations, we’ll use your excessive pile of condoms.” Her cheeks flushed, and I kissed her nose. “You’re incredible, you know that? I love you so fucking much, Mase, and I never want to be separated from you again.”
Her chin trembled slightly. “Same. I can’t imagine you not in my life, Tangaloa.”
Unable to resist any longer, I claimed her lips. She tasted like heaven, parting for me as I coaxed her mouth open to explore inside. Her soft, little sounds were like church bells to my ears, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life worshiping this woman.
