Page 91 of The Long Game

“Damn it!”

“What?” I ask.

“Do you have any condoms?”

“No. You don’t carry one in your wallet?”

“I stopped a while ago. Kept them out of my wallet as a reminder.”

“What?”

“Nothing, just…”

“You came out here tonight without condoms? Expecting to stay the night and seduce me and didn’t think you should bring protection?”

“I didn’t think you’d let me stay. And if the lights hadn’t gone out, I don’t think you would have.”

He comes back over. His erection creating an exceptionally large but cozy looking tent in his boxer briefs. And he bends over me on the bed.

“But I have other ways to take care of you.” His determination lights up his face as his fingers slip on either side of my pajama bottoms and pull them down to my feet. He pauses for a second admiring me, but the attention makes me a little self-conscious.

“You’re perfect, Lexi. Let me taste you.”

He kneels in front of me and although I know from experience that Tucker is incredible with his tongue, I need more connection than that right now.

I just confessed to being in love with this man. This man that I have loved for over a decade. I need his body on me. I need to feel his perfect length filling every inch of me.

He buries his hands under my ass and pulls me closer to his face. His fingers work from my inner thighs, quickly working my clit to prepare me for his mouth.

“Tucker.”

“Come on my mouth, Lexi,” he says as his mouth descends on me. His tongue starts with my clit and swirls between my folds. He works his way slowly down as his tongue finds my opening.

“God, Tucker,” I moan. It won’t take long. Especially since the last orgasm made everything sensitive and prepped to go off again.

But I need something else this time. I need that deep stretch that only his length and girth have ever given me.

“I need you,” I plead. He starts to lap me up harder as he slides two fingers inside of me to bring me to the edge.

“Inside me, Tucker. I need you inside me.” He stops for a second.

“Fuck, I want that too, but I didn’t bring supplies and it’s fucking dangerous out there.” He pauses. “Should I go knock on the neighbor’s door and ask to borrow a cup of sugar…and a condom?” He laughs.

I swat at him as he pins me to the bed.

“I’m clean.” I look him in the eyes to watch how those words land. Sure enough, it’s met with wide eyes.

“Shit, I’ve never gone without a condom,” He confesses.

“Never?”

“Never. Have you?”

“No,” I admit.

“I’m clean, Lexi. And I’d give anything to be with you right now. But I’m not going to push a line you’re not comfortable with. I just got you. I can’t lose you again.”

“You’re clean?” I ask for confirmation.

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