“Hop up a second. I need to get out of these pants.”
Her face twists. I know it’s my gruff intonation that’s bothering her, but I’m not mad. Just irritated that no matter how I try, I can’t give her what she deserves.
“There’s a pack of condoms in the end table drawer. Can you get us one please?”
She hops from my lap and scampers away, knocking the blanket to the floor. She returns with a prophylactic as I briefly stand and tug off my pants.
“Want to head to bed?” I suggest.
“Eventually.” She pushes me back down onto the sofa and kneels before me. The packet crinkles. My breath catches.
Elisa’s hand closes around me.
I groan. I’m so damn close. Too close.
She dips down and her tongue runs the length of my erection.
“Oh, stop,” I urge. “You can’t. Not now.”
She looks into my eyes.
