“At this rate, talking is the only thing we’re doing.” With my body wound up so tight, I don’t want to wait any longer.
Hayden’s face screws up like he’s in pain right before he drops his head on my shoulder. “Shit! I don’t have condoms.”
My body screams with frustration. Are we always going to have something stopping us? “I don’t have any either.” I’m at a freaking dance workshop with children. How was I supposed to know I’d need protection? It’s not like I thought I’d be having sexwith Hayden. Then a light bulb goes off in my head. “I’m on the pill.” I remind him with joy.
Instead of looking relieved and getting busy, Hayden rolls off me and onto his back, throwing his forearm over his eyes. “I can’t risk it.”
Even though he’s telling me he wants a relationship, he’s still scared of an unplanned pregnancy. I can’t blame him. He’s been through a lot and we’ve only moments ago agreed to be together. It doesn’t stop the prickle of disappointment that sex with me without a condom scares him.
“Well…I guess we should go back to sleep. We have a busy day with the kids in the morning.” Or maybe I need to go into the bathroom and give myself a little self-care.
Hayden drops his arm and turns his head toward me. “We are not sleeping.”
I frown. “We’re not?”
“Just because we can’t have sex, doesn’t mean there aren’t plenty of other things we can do.” He gives me a sexy-as-fuck grin.
I turn to my side, my heartrate kicking up a beat. “I’m listening.”
“We have our hands.” He slides his hand between my legs, a fraction away from my sex. “We have our mouths.” His gaze drops to my lips. “I want to make good use of your pretty, little mouth.”
I swallow hard. Multiple uses with it come to mind. Sliding his hand further up my thigh, his fingers float over my sex. Even through the fabric of my boxers the light brush causes heat to blast through my body.
“I can fuck you with my fingers. Fuck you with my mouth. What do you say?” Holy hell. The words dripping from his lips can cause an orgasm alone.
“I say you talk too much.”
When he chuckles, it vibrates low in my gut. This man turns me on like no other man has ever done before.
His thumb presses on my clit then glides over my slit. I groan with pleasure and frustration. There’s too much fabric between us. I want to feel every part of his touch on my skin.
As if he’s reading my thoughts, he slides his hand behind the waistband of my boxers and pulls them from my legs. With my t-shirt bunched up at my waist and my panties hanging over the shower to dry, I’m giving him full view and access to my pussy. It doesn’t take him more than a second to get to work.
Yes! That’s where I want him. “More.”
I give a throaty moan as his finger glides over my folds. He keeps his touch light. Ghosting over me in circles. Flicking…pinching. Making me desperate for more. He stares intently at me. His tongue darting over his bottom lip makes me want his mouth to replace his fingers. A gush of heat heads south.
“You’re so wet. I wish I could pound my cock into your pussy,” he says, sliding a finger inside me. “It’s killing me not being able to fuck you properly.”
“I wish you could too…but this…” I gasp when he adds another finger, stretching me open. “…is pretty damn good.”
“If it’s onlypretty damn good, I need to do better. It’s been a while, I’m rusty,” he says with a teasing grin.
My heart sings with joy because I’m the woman he’s broken his sex drought with. That thought is quickly forgotten when he pulls his fingers from me and sucks them into his mouth. My insides melt into molten lava. Something tells me there’s nothingrustyabout Hayden.
Damn having no protection. Note to self: from now on always carry condoms at all times.
Standing from the mattress, he walks around to the foot of the bed and grabs hold of my ankles, spreading my legs apart in a high V-shape. With myself exposed to him, he zeroes inon my pussy and bites his bottom lip. My body trembles with anticipation. Bringing my ankle to his mouth, he presses his lips onto my skin, slowly sliding his tongue up along my calf and over my inner thigh, crawling on the bed as he goes. Just before he reaches the sweet spot, he tilts his head up, giving me the sexiest look I’ve ever seen.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my tongue, Twinkle Toes.” His warm breath fans over my sex. Goosebumps spread across my skin.
My hips tilt up off the mattress toward his face. “Tell me how muchyouwant to fuckmewith your tongue.” I hope he’s feeling as wound tight as I am. My body is burning up, and I need him to do something…anything… Now!
Instead of putting his mouth on me, he works his fingers over my bud. Circling and pressing on it until I feel like I’m about to explode. This is the most turned on I’ve been in my life, and we’ve barely touched each other. God, if Hayden is this good with his hands, I can’t wait to see what he can do with his mouth.
“I want to fuck you so damn bad with my mouth. I’m so hard just thinking about it.”
Propping myself up onto my elbows, I say with a demanding tone, “What are you waiting for?”