“Do you happen to have any condoms?” I asked, arching my back when his hands slid up to my breasts, his fingers teasing them until they were two demanding little hussies who wanted his mouth that instant. “I have some, but they’re somewhere in my bag.”
“Nightstand,” he said, the word muffled since he was now kissing the valley between my hussies, his thumbs and tongue torturing me with exquisite pleasure. I squirmed around on him, wanting him to touch all of me, but at the same time knowing I wasn’t going to last a whole lot longer. I needed him suited up and ready to go, so I rolled off him, my breasts instantly singing a dirge of loss and abandonment, and dug around in his nightstand drawer until I found a package.
He was about to follow me, but I pushed him back, opening the package w
