Page 83 of The Future Play

I need him now.

“I’m yours,” I whisper.

He walks me backward toward the bed.

“I think we’ve covered the rest of the acronym, but there’s one part we haven’t talked about.Protection.”

“I’m on birth control, so that covers the pregnancy side of things. I was tested at my gynecology appointment last month. All good. You?”

“I got tested at my annual in June. I haven’t been with anyone else since… we started getting to know each other.”

“Really?”

“You’re the only one I wanted, even when I was too big of an idiot to see that or understand what it meant.”

“Well then, if you’re okay with it, we can just rely on my birth control.”

“No condoms?”

“No.”

“Why does this feel like another act of trust?”

I swallow and meet his gaze. “Because it is. I’ve never let any guy go without a condom before.”

“I’ve never gone bare with anyone before.”

“Good,” I breathe. “Then I’ll be the only one you’ve ever felt like this.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Ye-es,” I hiss as his lips roll over my neck.

“Mm. Good. I can’t wait to feel you pulse around my cock.”

“I’m ready,” I say breathlessly.

“No, you’re not. Not yet. I haven’t seen you come nearly enough times yet.”

With one last kiss, he helps me onto the bed, settling me right in the center. Then he takes his time, kissing down my chest, teasing my nipples, grazing his lips down my navel as my core heats.

I’m already fisting the sheets and he hasn’t even touched medown there yet.

“Is my girl ready for me?” he rumbles, and fuck, he’s never looked sexier. Confident. In control.

I brush my fingers over his cheek. “You’re not blushing.”

The smile he gives me is almost feral. “Because I’m comfortable with you. I want to make sure you get everything you need. And… I like talking dirty. It’s fun, and it keeps me in the moment. I’ve never gotten the chance to use it much, but I’d like to have some fun with it now if you’ll let me.”

“Yes.” I quickly nod. It’s hot as fuck.

“Good,” he breathes. “But you haven’t answered me yet. Is my girl ready for me?”

“Yes. Please.”

He glances up at me as he kisses lower. Lower. “Such a good girl, using your manners.”

I whimper, that slight praise making me even hotter. I need him to touch me. Fingers, tongue, I don’t care. I needsomething.

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