I’m still holding her, because I don’t trust her to stand. My knees are liquid from her climax. I can’t even imagine what she feels.
I’m so hard it hurts, my balls drawn up tight.
“Lucy,” I say hoarsely.
She drops, suddenly, and I try to catch her, but she’s done it on purpose. She’s on her knees. Reaching for my fly. She unbuttons and unzips me, frees me from my boxer briefs with a warm, soft hand. Then she’s nuzzling me, velvet lips on my cock, opening to let me into her wet heat.
“I’m not going to last,” I warn her.
She hums against me, her tongue circling. It feels like it’s everywhere—around the head, down the shaft, twisting and twirling. “God, Lucy. Yes. God, yes.”
She puts a hand on my hip, slides it around to my ass, and tugs me closer. And that’s what does me in. “Lucy!” I try to pull back, but she won’t let me, and I come in her mouth, hips jerking toward her as she finishes me off with long, draining pulls. She holds me there until I draw away, and then she looks up at me, licks her lips, and grins.
I drop to my knees and kiss her, deep. Her mouth is all soft and yielding, hungry.
“That was so good,” I tell her.
Her grin gets even bigger. Her lips are bright red and slick. Messy. I know her pussy is messy, too, because I had my hand there a few minutes ago, and I know how wet she is.
Messy is so good on her.
What I really want right now is to scoop her up, carry her to my bedroom, and keep her there all night. But our dinners, mostly uneaten, are still on the table, and with one urge (temporarily) satisfied, I’m realizing how hungry I am.
I see the moment she spots our uneaten food, too, and starts to laugh. “Our steaks are probably cold.”
“Worth it,” I say.
“Totally,” she agrees.
We zip and button ourselves and return to our seats. The steaks are cold, but still really good.
Although I realize I’m eating fast. Because I want to finish and kiss Lucy again. More than kiss her.
Which is when I remember a thing I forgot to do.
“You want to know something bad?”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t have condoms.”
Her eyebrows go up. “You totally destroyed my image of you.”
“What exactly was your image? I’m not Easton.”
That makes her laugh. “No, I got that. But you’re so—” She looks me up and down in a way I really like. “Hot. I assumed you got a lot of offers, and okay, this is a dumb stereotype, but I always figure guys mostly say yes when the opportunity arises.”
“No complications,” I remind her.
“Right. So that makes the pool smaller.”
“Yup. I’m definitely not a monk, but I’m cautious.”
She gets a look on her face like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t.
“So the condoms ran out and I forgot to get more.”
“See, that right there. How does a single guy in his thirties forget to get more condoms?”
“You want the truth?”
“Of course I want the truth.” She takes a sip of wine.
“It got kind of boring.”
Her mouth drops open. “Boring?”
“I had some friends with benefits, but no one I really had great chemistry with. And I hook up with people who are passing through, but hookups are super hit or miss.”
“Amen to that,” she says.
“Do you hook up?”
“Sure,” she says. “When the opportunity arises.” A shadow crosses her face.
I’m trying not to think too hard about Lucy hooking up with random guys. A big part of me wants this to be unusual for her, something she did because I’m different. Not her usual pattern of, I don’t know, itch scratching, or whatever.
Because what I’m saying, very badly, with all this stuff about being bored, is that she is different for me. Not just an itch, even if it’s short-term and keep-it-simple.
“Anyway,” I say, knowing I’m not doing a good job, but not knowing how to fix it, “sometimes it’s easier to DIY it.”
She laughs. “You could show me that later. How you do that.”
“I’ll show you if you show me.”
“Deal,” she says. “And that’s one of the nice things about not having condoms. Because you know what? Once we have sex, we’ll have a lot of sex. So we should do all the other stuff first, so we don’t miss anything.”
I push my plate, cold steak and all, to one side. “One more thing.”
“Mmm?” she teases.
“We should start as soon as possible.”