Page 62 of Under the Ink

And if that were the case…should they even be doing this?

As questions floated in his head, he felt her hand on top of his, making sure he kept the light off—and then she jammed her tongue back inside his mouth as she removed her hand from his and began working on his jeans again.

Okay…they’d do it the way she wanted but she was moving way too fucking fast.

Maybe that was what she needed. After all, this moment wasn’t all about him. And why did he give a shit? If he let her lead and they got there sooner, would that be so bad?

But after she pulled down his zipper, she started yanking down her own. Jesus. She reallywasn’twasting time.

Still…he had to do due diligence—and it was harder in the dark, but he’d manage. Kissing her again, softly, trying to get her to slow down just a little, he placed his hands on hers. Holding them in his, he brought them to his pecs and rested them there…just for a moment.

And she let him.

Then, as he continued kissing her, he placed his hands on the zipper of her jeans, pulling the sides apart just a bit. When she didn’t protest, he touched the top of her panties with his fingers. He tried to imagine what they looked like.

Knowing Naomi, they were likely black. Maybe there would be skulls on them—no lace, no frills. Just thinking about them made his cock bulge again and he slid his hand underneath the panties.Fuck.Just running his finger down her slit sent a surge of some fucking brain chemical through his body, reminding him of his need.

But he could wait.

When he got to her sweet spot, he swirled in the slickness, relieved that she was indeed more than ready to take him. Suddenly, she shoved her hand inside his jeans and touched his cock. Quick or not, it felt better than anything he’d experienced in a long time.

And he was going to fucking come in her hand if he wasn’t careful.

“Hold on a sec.”

“What?” she asked, her voice so soft it was hard to hear.

As he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, he said, “I need to put a condom on.”

“Oh, yeah. Good idea.”

Goddamn, this was tough in the dark. He realized then how spoiled he’d been by women who didn’t need any wooing, uninhibited gals who’d simply relished the idea of being in his presence. He wasn’t complaining because, either way, he was getting his socks knocked off, but this approach just involved a little more skill…and a lot more patience.

Which Naomi seemed to have none of.

By the time he had the condom rolled over his cock, she was fingering herself. It wasn’t something he could really see but could hear and feel. So he lifted her up under her arms, but he couldn’t get his cock in that tight spot with her jeans and panties hugging her.

“We gotta—”

“Yeah.” Finally, she was pulling her jeans down and creating some space, so he turned around, using the wall as additional support for her body, while he tried getting himself in that space.

Those fucking jeans, though.

Fortunately, she realized the dilemma and started pulling down one of the legs farther, past her knees, and he helped by tugging a little on the other leg. No longer was he worried about scaring her off, because she was definitely ready, eager, and willing.

He’d barely gotten the pantleg halfway down her thigh when she said, “Shit.” It wasn’t until then that he realized he’d never really heard her curse before, at least nothing strong. His cock immediately equated it to talking dirty and started throbbing again inside that sheath.

Motherfucker.

That thing was supposed to help dull everything just enough to help him last a little longer.

“Dammit. Can you grab my boot?”

“And pull it off?”

“Yeah.”

Per her command, he tried pulling on the one where the pantleg was close to her ankle—but to no avail. Just as he was getting ready to put her down, she managed to get the laces undone and pulled it off herself—so he took the leg of the jeans and eased it off her foot.

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