“Condom?” she says suddenly. “Tell me you have a condom.”
“Fuck, I don’t.”
She groans dramatically. “How do you not have a condom?”
“Relax,” I say, also wondering how I could not have one in this otherwise perfect moment. “I’ll have some delivered to your doorstep. Just let me get my phone.”
“Craig and Jess!” she cries.
“What?”
She runs back to the living room, her bouncing tits almost making me want to forget the condom altogether.
“My upstairs neighbors,” she calls out. “They aren’t ready for kids, and when I was having a glass of wine with Jess the other night, I teased her about the Costco-sized box of condoms they’d just bought.”
A few seconds later, I hear her whoop with happiness. “Jess is going to slide some in my mail slot. I owe her so fucking big.”
I grin as she stands by her front door, staring at the mail slot like her life depends on not looking away.
“You went from not wanting me to wanting me really fucking bad pretty quickly,” I quip.
“Oh, I always wanted you. I just knew it was a bad idea.”
“And now?”
The mail slot opens slightly with a squeak, and a roll of about a dozen condoms is slid through. Daphne picks them up and turns to me with a sexy smile.
“Now I know and just don’t care.”
Striding back to her with my erection jutting out in front of me, I say, “I appreciate Jess’s confidence in me, but that’s a hell of a lot of condoms for one night.”
Daphne quirks a brow at me. “Think you can handle this much younger woman, Durand?”
With a single note of laughter, I put an arm around her back and another behind her knees, sweeping her into my arms.
“We’ll see, won’t we?” I say as I carry her the short distance to the bed in her studio apartment.
She’s glowing with happiness and desire as I set her down on the bed before joining her, kissing every inch of her body before making my way back to her mouth.
“Now,” she says with a moan. “I want you now.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear her speak those words, and I look up, pausing as I’m sliding a condom on.
“You’re going slow on purpose,” she says. “Just to torture me.”
Her legs are spread wide, her whole body flushed the prettiest shade of pink. She looks absolutely perfect.
“I’m not,” I tell her, finally getting the condom rolled on. “I’m just being careful because I have a tendency to break these things putting them on.”
Her grin is sly. “Fair point. You’re much larger than average.”
“Let me know if it’s too much,” I tell her, kissing her softly.
“It won’t be.”
I push myself inside her and she moans with satisfaction, inhaling sharply when I’m all the way in. Her tightness makes me shudder because fuck does she feel good.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, just go slow.”
Her moans, and the way she bites her lower lip as I’m fucking her, make my balls tighten with the need to come. I kiss her, focused on memorizing every second of this. I hope it’s the first time of many, but Daphne is hardly sold on the idea of us being in a relationship.
“It’s good,” she murmurs. “It’s so good. Harder. Please, harder.”
Her fingertips sink into my shoulder as I hook an arm behind her knee and give her what she’s asking for.
“Shit,” she cries. “I’m…oh God, don’t stop.”
I pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. Before I know it, she’s crying out my name, coming hard from the sound of it. I’m right behind her, groaning as I let myself come.
We’re both breathless. As I pull out of her, she grabs my face in her hands and kisses me.
“That was fucking amazing,” she says softly.
“For an old guy?” I quip.
“No, just amazing. Better than any younger man I’ve ever had. Better than any other man, ever, really.”
I kiss her and she snuggles against my chest. It feels like a perfect moment, and I don’t want it to end.
I hear the faint sound of a woman yelling, “You’re welcome!” Daphne starts cracking up with a loud belly laugh.
“What was that about?” I ask her.
“Jess. The condoms. The walls here are really thin.”
I laugh with her then, wishing I could stay all night. I have to get home to Giselle before it gets too late, but before I do, I intend to use at least a couple more of those condoms.
Chapter Fourteen
Daphne
Olivier’s gaze follows me as I walk to the table he’s sitting at in the corner of a little Italian place near my apartment.
“Hey,” he says, smiling at me and standing up when I get to our table.
“Hi.”
He comes over to help me take off my coat, and then he goes in for a kiss, but I’m not expecting it. My mouth stays still as he pecks it softly.