“Fuck, you’re so wet.” That little nudge is all it takes for him to take over. My hands grip the sheets as his fingers work their magic on me. Closing my eyes, I just feel and memorize every second of his hands. Every single touch.
When I feel his lips press just above my pelvic bone, my eyes spring open to find him peering up at me. “I’m drunk on you, Aspen.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I don’t say anything. What can I say? That I’m drunk on him too? I’m way past drunk. I’m highly intoxicated. We’re talking way over the legal limit here.
“These need to go.” He pulls on my panties, and I lift my hips, making it easier for him. “There she is,” he murmurs. “All of you.” He runs his fingers through my folds. Bending his head, he captures a nipple in his mouth, and suddenly my senses are on overload. He’s everywhere, and yet I need more of him. The rhythm of his tongue against my breast matches the steady thrum of his fingers inside me, and I lose all control. My cry is one of relief and uninhibited desire as my orgasm races through my veins, causing my back to arch off our bed of blankets.
“Hey.” He smiles down at me once I’m able to pry open my eyes and look at him. “Nice to have you back,” he teases.
“My turn.” Reaching out, I slide my hand beneath his lounge pants and stroke his hard length over his boxer briefs.
“Fuck, Aspen. You’re killing me here, sweetheart.”
“Not until I get this,” I say, squeezing his cock.
“You sure?”
“Less talking. More fucking, Riggins.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He manages to strip in record time in our little fort and settles between my thighs. He leans in, his hard cock rubbing against the wetness of my orgasm. “Shit,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine.
“What? What shit? You can’t back out now, Conrad Riggins.” My tone is half scolding, half accusing.
“No. I’m not. It’s just that I don’t have protection.”
“You’re a Riggins.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He laughs.
“I mean that isn’t this your thing? Hooking up? Were you not a boy scout?” I add, making him laugh harder.
“Hooking up is not my thing. I’ve hooked up, but it’s not a thing. I don’t have a new woman in my bed every night, and no, I wasn’t a boy scout. None of us were.”
“Huh,” I muse, and he shakes his head in amusement. “So that means this is a no go?”
“I’m afraid so.” There’s disappointment in his tone, and I feel it deep in my soul.
“What if I told you I was on the pill?”
“I’d tell you that I’m going to need more information than that.”
“Like what?”
“Like what are you saying, Aspen? You want me to be inside of you bare?” He chokes back the final word.
“I’m clean.”
“I never doubted that you weren’t.”
“I’ve only slept with two other people. Both were in relationships.”
“I don’t need your dating history.”
“Then what do you need?”
“A minute.”
“A minute?”
“Yes, beautiful. I need a minute. The sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, ever had the privilege to have my hands on has just told me I can have her bare. I’m trying to get my shit under control.”
“You don’t have to—I mean, no pressure.”
“Aspen.” He leans in close. His cock rests against my belly, and his eyes bore into mine. “I want you. I want to. It’s just a first for me, and I know as soon as I slide inside you, I’m going to lose control.”
“You already took care of me.”
“That’s not how this works, babe. You come before me and with me. Always.”
“That’s not possible, Conrad. Be reasonable.”
He quirks a brow, daring me to argue his point. “So, how do we fix this?”
“You’re sure you want me bare?”
The way he asks has me wanting to reach between us and guide him inside me right this second. “I’m sure. We’re protected.”
He nods. “I’ll take it from there.” His lips press to mine, and then he’s gone. I miss the heat of his body, and I’m too focused on the loss of his heat to realize his plan until I feel his hands grip my thighs and his mouth cover my clit.
“Conrad!” I call out in both surprise and lust. He doesn’t stop. He devours me like a man who hasn’t eaten in days. When he pushes one digit inside me, my body convulses around his finger. “Sensitive,” I pant.
“Mmm,” he moans, and I feel the sound from my head to my toes.
My hands are buried in his hair as I hold him to me. I need more. I need all he’s willing to give me. I’m ready to beg for… I’m not sure what, but I hold steady, letting him have control. He’s doing a stellar job without my instruction. My grip tightens on his hair, and I realize that I may be hurting him, so I force myself to release my hold on his locks and grip the sheets instead. He sucks harder at my clit, and I feel the tell-tale signs that my second orgasm of the night is close, when all of a sudden, he’s gone. His mouth. His hands, all gone.