Page 68 of In Spades

“I never finished giving you the tour.” I smirked.

Kristin giggled. “I can walk.”

As soon as I kicked the door to the deck shut, I slammed her back against it and kissed her until her lips were swollen. Kristin responded by cinching her arms and legs around me like a zip tie.

I didn’t waste any time crossing the main floor to my bedroom. I’d go up to the guest room and grab her overnight bag later. My cock was rock hard, and I desperately needed relief.

Not bothering with the lights, I laid her down on my bed and straddled her waist. I skated my hands up and down her sides as I pushed the thin fabric of her tank top up.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growled.

She responded with a desperate whimper and pulled at the hem of my shirt. I sat back on my haunches, grabbed the neck of my shirt, and pulled it off. Her hands were frantic as they roamed my chest. I shut my eyes and groaned.

Kristin planted a kiss in the center of my chest, then looked up at me with big, innocent eyes.

Fuck. Me. That look nearly sent me over the edge right there.

“Will—” She gasped as I ground my erection into the apex of her thighs. We were making out like teenagers, and it was fucking awesome.

I slid my hand underneath her tank top and squeezed her tits. I wanted her naked, and I wanted her naked now.

Kristin threw her head back into the pillow and squirmed under my hips.

I peeled her tank top off and yanked it over her head. A pale pink bra barely restrained her breasts. Even through her bra, Kristin’s nipples pebbled, begging to be played with. I buried my face between them and kissed up her sternum, following the line of her throat to her ear.

Kristin arched her back, her shoulders coming off the mattress as she pressed into me. I flipped her bra cups down and pulled a nipple between my teeth. She keened and squirmed beneath me, gasping at each sensation.

“You are a fucking wet dream,” I growled as I released her nipple and lavished the other with attention. I drove my cock into the apex of her thighs, drilling it against the thin cotton barrier between us.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and tried to push them down, but her hands locked onto mine.

There was panic in her eyes. “We can’t—I can’t—” She looked around frantically, scouting out an escape.

I let go of her shorts and eased off her. Instead of letting Kristin go, I sat against the headboard and pulled her over my lap to straddle my waist.

I settled my hands on her hips and kissed her forehead. “Tell me what’s got you looking like you’re gonna run.”

Her cheeks flushed, and I didn’t know whether it was from arousal or embarrassment.

I cupped my hand around her thigh, stroking her soft skin. Her summer tan was deep and glowing. “Hey, I promise—whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Her eyelids lowered as she averted her gaze. “It’s…” She pressed her fingers into her eyes. “God, this is embarrassing.”

I pulled her hands away and laced our fingers together. “Sweetheart, if you’ve never done this before, I’m not going to pressure you to?—”

Kristin shook her head. “No, it’s not that. Well. I mean, it’s been a long time, and it was never good… I just never got the hype around sex, but that’s not what I was thinking…”

I chuckled at her rambling. “We’ll come back to that in a minute.” I squeezed her hand. “Tell me.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she blurted out.

I shrugged. “I have condoms.”

Kristin shook her head. “And I appreciate that, but as someone born to teenage parents, I’m very aware of what can happen when a condom breaks.” She sighed and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “I’m sorry. I just… If I had known I was going out with you tonight, I might have been able to get an appointment and get back on it. But after everything that happened, it was just easier to get off it than to deal with prescription refills and doctor appointments?—”

I shut her up with a kiss, and the tension in her body melted in an instant. “Then I will keep my hands mostly to myself.” After pecking her lips again, I added, “And when you’re ready, we can revisit the whole sex never being that great thing.” I smirked. “Old dogs know lots of tricks.”

Her lips formed an ‘O’.

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