Page 144 of Dream House
Well, fuck me.
I should probably take a moment to examine this realization and what it might mean, but Stella grips the fabric of my tunic and tugs wildly. A seam or two of Pen’s stitching pops before I lend a hand and pull the thing over my head, climbing higher atop her.
Then she’s yanking at the drawstring below my navel, and before I know it, the pants are slipping over my hips.
“Hang on—” I have a moment of clarity before they are out of reach. I slip my left hand into the one pocket that Pen took time to include. And it’s still there. The two little squares of foil that had my eyes bugging when I put them on earlier.
Stella’s eyes land on them before coming back to mine, the question in them unmistakable.
“I didn’t put it there. I promise,” I say. “They were there when Pen gave me the pants.”
Behind her post-orgasm flush, Stella’s cheeks go rosier. She rolls her eyes. “Of course, they were.”
I shrug, my grin irrepressible. “Can’t say I mind all that much.”
Stella bites down on her smile. If she’s more embarrassed than she’s letting on, she hides it well when she takes the condom from me and tears the wrapper.
She holds up the opened packet like it’s a golden ticket, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s exactly what it is. “I get to put this on,” she declares, still catching her breath.
“Anything you want,” I agree, nodding.
Her green eyes light up. “So glad you see it that way.” With her free hand, she presses into the middle of my chest, and it’s all the hint I need. I flip onto my back and take her with me.
Naked, she straddles me. Hair wild. Skin flushed. She is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
Pinching the condom wrapper between two fingers, she uses the other eight to tug at the pants and boxers that are still somehow in place. I grab fabric and lift my hips before kicking myself free of the last of my clothing.
“Whoa…”
I look up to find her staring down at my cock. My smile is sinful.
She blinks. Blinks some more. Without taking her eyes from my erection, she holds up the condom again. “I’m not sure this’ll fit.”
Chuckling, I settle my hands on her thighs and caress her with my thumbs. “It’ll fit.””
She frowns and bites her bottom lip. “I’m not surethat’llfit either.” She nods down at my dick. I can attest it’s never been this hard in my life. And, holy fuck, if her attention isn’t going to its head.
I’m so turned on, I’m dizzy.
“It’ll fit, too.” I run my splayed fingers higher on each thigh. “I promise.”
She shivers under my touch and I watch her swallow.
I love Nervous Stella.
Her gaze flits back to mine. “I guess I’ll just have to be brave.”
I love Brave Stella. So damn much.
She pulls the condom from what’s left of the wrapper, and I see her hands are trembling. I cover her hands with mine.
Damn, they’re trembling too.
“We’ll be brave together.”
I guide her hand to me. She grips my shaft and my back arches off the bed at her touch.
“What do you have to be brave about? That thing’s not going inside you.” But before I can answer, she pumps me once, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
