Page 94 of Truth, Lies, and Second Dates
“Careful,” she teased. “Don’t want to go off too soon.”
“Ah—no,” he gasped. “I masturbated earlier to prevent just such an occurrence.”
“Romantic.”
“Anything for you,” he said, and then chuckled when she poked him.
“Anything you don’t want?” she asked gently. “Or don’t think you’ll like?”
“If you’re the one doing it, I won’t mind.”
“Wow. That’s a big blank check you just wrote.”
“Yes,” he said simply, and reached up to brush her cheekbones with his thumbs. “Have I mentioned my great relief that your ridiculous courage and chronic immaturity didn’t get you killed?”
“A few times. Tell me if you don’t like something, okay? And I’ll stop the second you say.”
“And so begin the threats.”
She snorted, then leaned down for another kiss and he flipped them, ducking down to nuzzle at her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he pressed kisses to her nipples, then tentatively licked one. She could feel herself stiffening in his mouth, which was pretty damned glorious, really. “Oh, that’s—that’s lovely. Keep doing that.”
“Your wish.” He’d shaved that morning—fastidious man!—but his stubble was already blooming along his jaw, and the friction was delightful. She cradled his head as he kissed and nibbled and worked his way lower, as he kissed the tender skinof her inner thighs and spread them open and made himself at home for several minutes. And ohhhhhhh, when your endgame wasn’t penetration, the focus on other aspects of lovemaking
“God God GodGod God!”
—was immediately apparent.
“Jesus,” she gasped. “I never come that fast. And I have a Hitachi wand.”*
“How very kind,” he panted, surging up to kiss her, hard. “I need—after that—myGod,you’re responsive. Can we—” He groped blindly for the toiletries bag he’d placed on the bedside table.
“Yes! Let me.” She reached over, fumbled with the bulging leather bag, and when she got the zipper down, the bag seemed to blow up. Two boxes of condoms as well as strip after strip popped out; she’d inadvertently made it rain prophylactics. “Jeez, how many condoms did you bring?”
“I, um, wanted to be prepared for any eventuality.”
“It’s like a clown car! Do you even have room for your toothbrush in here?”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
“Gosh, which one to choose? Such a vast array!”
“Stop it,” he groaned.
“Okay, here, I somehow managed to find one.” She snatched it up, then ripped the packet open with her teeth.
“Is that supposed to be insanely erotic? Because it is.”
“Glddooikeddid,”†she mumbled around the packet. She carefully smoothed it down over Tom’s cock and then layback and stretched her arms toward him in warm welcome. “C’mere, gorgeous.”
He obliged, catching his weight on his elbows as she pulled her left leg up a bit, and he entered her in one long glorious slide.
“OhmyGod.”
“Yeah.”
“MyGodmyGodmyGod.”
“Perfect. Now move.”
