Page 14 of A Million Times, Yes
The tips of her fingers landed at the base of her lower stomach.
“Show me that spot under your shorts, Maya.”
As my lips landed on the curve of her neck, she inhaled quickly. I kissed her there, lifting to then kiss below her jaw. By the third time my lips pressed down on her, she was finally moving beneath the elastic waist, the outline of her fingers visible through the tight material.
When she froze, I said, “Right there?”
“Yes.”
“And do you rub your clit? In a circle? Or do you finger yourself?”
She tilted her neck to give me more access. “Both.”
“Show me—no fingering, just touching. I don’t want anything inside your pussy unless it’s me.”
She released a breath as she took her first rotation, and I made my way across her throat and over her jaw and past her cheek, locking our eyes as I hovered over her lips. “Does that feel good?”
She nodded.
“Give me those fingers, Maya. I want to smell them.”
She slowly brought them up to my face, and I rubbed my nose across the tips. “Just what I thought”—I inhaled, deeply—“perfection.” I surrounded her pointer finger with my tongue and licked the pad, along with her nail, before releasing it. “If I had more time and I knew we wouldn’t get interrupted, what I just did to your finger, I’d do to your clit.”
“Next time.”
That was never part of my agenda when I was with a woman. There was never anext, just anow.
I checked the area around us. When I didn’t see anybody, I moved her shorts past her hips. “No panties?” For the amount of time I spent staring at her ass, I would have seen the lines and never did.
“They move too much when I’m running—so no, I don’t wear them.”
Words that only added to my fantasy.
I let the shorts fall to her ankles and took a quick glance down. I just needed to see her. The bareness, the beautifulness. Once I got that view, my dick fucking screamed to be released. “Step out of the shorts.” As she did, I rubbed my thumb over her pussy. “You’re already so fucking wet.” I couldn’t wait to feel that wetness on my cock, to have her tightening around me, to have my ears filled with her sounds.
She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, the other hand cupping my dick. “And you’re hard.”
“I’ve been hard all morning thinking about you. Running like this is a real bitch.”
“Good thing you won’t have to any longer.”
I pulled her thigh up to my waist and began to bend it around me as a thought trickled into my mind. A thought that made me freeze. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom. I keep one in my wallet, and I don’t have it with me.” I rested my forehead against hers. “Goddamn it.” And here I was, worried about finding a place where we wouldn’t get caught. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I was missing one of the most important steps.
“I have an IUD, Jordan.”
I pulled back to look at her.
“And I’m clean,” she said. “Are you?”
I huffed. “Extremely.”
“Then let’s make an exception.”
An exception I never made.
