Page 90 of Yours, Forever

We turned around the last corner, her house now in view.

"If you still want to get condoms for whenever we end up having sex, then you should order some. Buying them in this small town will be a pain… though if someone can take the jokes from Juan the grocer, or the rumors started by Em at the pharmacy, it's you."

We got into the path leading to her door, but I stopped us halfway. She halted when I did, and turned to me with a quizzical look.

"What? Em will start rumors," she said. "That's why I always bought mine elsewhere."

I shook my head again, and stepped in closer to her. I spoke quietly. "No. First— that sounded like you're okay not using condoms."

"Yes, that's okay. Neither of us has slept with anyone else since Vegas, when we got tests done. You have a vasectomy. There are options. I'm good with my chances."

I got closer. "What you said also implied you didn't think we'd have sex tonight."

"The walk was a mood killer, wasn't it?"

I smiled. I took a step further, forcing her to take a step back. Another. Another. Until she had to scramble up the tiny porch.

I didn't stop until I crowded her. "That only means I have to work to get you in the mood again."

"You want to sleep in my bed that badly?"

"Oh, darling." I put a hand on her neck. "When are you going to figure it out? I never complained about my short bed becauseI truly didn't mind. Sleeping with you was never about comfort. It was about you."

I would have kissed her, but she'd told me not to. So I moved her head to the side with a firm thumb on her jaw, and ran my lips down her neck.

She shivered against me. Her hands latched at my waist. I took it as an invitation, and I rubbed myself on her on the dark porch.

"Tempted yet?" I asked.

"Almost." Her voice was breathy.

"Mhh. You're going to make me work? I like that."

"Are you going to be chatty with this, too?"

"Of course. I'll talk you through it." I pushed my stiff cock against her. "Except when my mouth is busy doing things to you."

I dug my hand in my pocket and took out the keys. I opened the door and pushed her inside with my body, only to close the door, turn her around, and push her against the wooden plank again.

My hands cruised down her body, exploring the soft curves of her waist and hips. Impatient, I took off the plaid shirt she wore over her cami; she took off my jacket. I took off her second shirt. Her plum-colored bra hugged her breasts and, jealous, I cupped them through the fabric. They exceeded what my palm could hold, heavy and soft and plump.

"Perfect," I whispered in her ear, and asserted the point with a nibble on her flesh. "Will you let me do more?"

"Is this when you make me sign a waiver?" Her voice came out breathy. "Or when you ask me for my safe word?"

Her hands clung to my shoulders, her nails sharp through my clothes.

I grinned. "Waivercan be our safe word. If at any point you don't like what I'm doing, I'll stop."

I let my words blow warm air on her neck, and I enjoyed the shiver they caused.

"Same goes," she croaked.

"Oh, darling." I trailed kisses down her torso; one on each of her full breasts, down her center, over her supple belly, until I kneeled in front of her. "I'll keep it in mind, but I doubt there's anything we could do together I wouldn't enjoy."

I locked eyes with her as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs, her underwear conveniently dragged along. She bit her lip.

I licked mine and gazed forward. "I want to taste you. Can't wait to have these lips." I kissed her mound, licked her slit. "I need more."