He pushed his shoes off and undid his pants and took them, his briefs, and his socks off. Neither wanted any preliminaries. Kate had flung her own shoes somewhere and had pulled her dress over her hips and was now lying half-naked in the middle of her bed. She ran her fingers through her inner folds beneath her slightly-trimmed pubic hair, inviting him.
Simon grabbed the Duane Reade bag, sending the toothbrush somewhere too, and ripped open the box and opened a condom and it was quickly on him. The spontaneity of what was happening was a first for them both.
“f**k the dress. Get in me.” And with that invitation Simon was on the bed. He ran his own finger through Kate’s folds and was amazed at how damp she was. “I’m ready, and I can see you are too, so f**k me, Simon, f*****g f**k me.”
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