“No.” She shook her head, her hair already wild. “That’s you.” Her back rose off the bed and tore at my tie, loosening it enough to slip it off, and began working on the buttons of my shirt.
Since I was kneeling on the carpet, she couldn’t reach my pants, so I stood and let her strip me. The sight of her fervently peeling my clothes away was so f*****g hot, each piece falling off me, her hands not stopping until I was naked.
I cuffed my palm around my shaft and pumped it a few times while I admired her p***y. “Are you on the pill, Hannah?”
There was so much weight behind that question, one that I’d never asked another woman before.
I had a feeling she knew that.
And she responded, “Yes.”
I met her eyes. “Do you want me to use a condom?”
She shook her head. “No.”
The first thought t
