Page 14 of Bringing Home the Bacon
Come on, Colleen, let yourself enjoy this.
I try.
But I can’t.
I reach down and lift his head.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His brown eyes shimmer with concern.
Summon that Cookie energy, girl.
“I’m more than okay,” I say with that sass I’ve been practicing today, then twirl a lock of his hair. “I just can’t wait another second to have you on top of me.”
He grins. “As you wish, milady.” He rises to his full height while I scurry up the mattress and rest my head on one of his plush pillows.
“Here’s a question,” I say. “Why is it that I’m completely naked while you’re standing there in your boxer briefs?”
“Hardly seems fair, does it?” He solves our problem by taking off the last bit of his clothes. His cock finally springs free, and I nearly choke.
“That is… Wow, what you’ve got there is—Whoooo!” I fan myself comically. “I really want that.”
He laughs. “Coming right up, miss.” He struts confidently to his bedside table, pulls out a condom, then squints at the packaging.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Checking the expiration date.” He shrugs. “It’s been a while.”
I know I’m a fully grown woman, and this shouldn’t delight me—the fact that he’s not with a different woman every night of the week—but it does.
“It’s been a while for me, too,” I admit.
“Really? I thought you said in the car that you ‘get around,’” he says as he tears open the condom wrapper.
“I think I was just trying to impress you,” I groan in embarrassment and cover my face. “In reality, I am extremely conservative when it comes to sleeping with people, and I get routinely tested for STDs. It was pretty progressive of you not to judge me for my original statement, though.”
“Progressive?” he says. “I don’t know about that. I mean, I don’t know a man alive who enjoys thinking about the woman he’s hot for being with another guy. But any man who judges a woman for taking ownership of her pleasure isn’t worth her time. Also, I get routinely tested too. Just last week, in fact. I’m all good.”
“Sexy! Geezuz! Everything you say and do is so sexy!”
He flashes me that gorgeous smile as he slides the condom down his cock with both hands, his forearms flexing.
“Even that!” I shout. “Sir, with moves like that, they should hire you to perform in safe sex educational videos! One look at that sexy sex move you just did, and people would wear condoms always and forever!”
He crawls over me on the bed, braces himself on one arm and kisses me softly on the lips. “I appreciate that, but I think I’ll stick to cooking.”
“Yeah, well you’re good at that too,” I arch into him while he rains kisses down the column of my throat.
“I’m really glad I met you today,” he says.
“Me-too-put-it-in,” I mumble, already in ecstasy.
“Me too put it in?” He laughs.
“Yes, please,” I huff.
“My pleasure,” he says.
Just as Bacon places the head of his truly beautiful cock at my opening… “Daniel” by Elton John blares from the other room.
