He didn't have protection.
"Aww fuck."
"I... I thought..." She moaned under him as he slipped his fingers free of her sex, catching her breath as he swirled his slick fingers around her clit. "...that's what we were doing next?"
He ground his teeth together, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't have a condom on me."
Sighing languidly, she sank into the mattress. "Not in those boxer briefs you don't," her shoulders shook a little with laughter.
She wiggled around and he hissed into her ear.
"Rubbing up against me isn't helping things."
"Sorry... sorry..." she was almost breathless and he found that he liked that sound.
A lot.
She wiggled a little more and he backed off to give her room, grumbling under his breath. "You're killing me."
She ended up on her back, the thin fabric of her top did nothing to hide the tight points of her nipples.
He licked his lips and felt his cock thicken even more.
A feat he didn't think was possible.
"There might be..."
He saw her face redden in the soft pink pre-dawn light coming through the window as she pointed in his direction.
"...in the nightstand."
Thank fuck.
He turned over onto his back and slid open the drawer.
There was an open box in there and he picked out the condom on the top.
"It's... it's been a while," she explained, her voice barely a hushed whisper. "So I'm not sure..."
He lifted it up and turned it toward the window. He smiled when he saw the date. "It's good."
He turned to face her and dropped the wrapper on the pillow between their heads.
"Now, come here."
He reached for her, hooking fingers into the waist of her shorts.
"Lift."
Duval saw her cast a quick glance toward the window before lifting her hips.
He swept her shorts off and dropped them off the edge of the bed.
Then he moved on his knees until he was between her legs.
Smiling at her, he set his hands on the insides of her thighs just above her knees.
Using the subtle pressure of his hands, he widened the space between her legs and moved higher on the bed.
