He should be pissed. He gathered her in closer and she mumbled something in her sleep. He sure as hell was disappointed. Except a feeling of accomplishment settled in his chest and made him laugh again. Yeah, he rocked and had a hard on he could cut diamonds with.

Most guys would just wake her up and get busy whether she was into it now or not. He always thought that was a dick move. Not to mention who wanted sex with a woman who was only half conscious, even if it was from good sex. Christ, he ached. She snuggled closer as he buried his nose in her hair. Her scent made his hard on ache worse.

“Fuck it.” His words seemed to echo in his room but they didn’t raise a peep from her. He was never going to sleep like this. He reached over to his night table and dug in one of the drawers. He came up with a condom and a tube of lube. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten himself right. He just wasn’t used to doing it with a woman sound asleep next to him.

“Jameson, what are you doing?” Shit, he felt like a twelve-year-old boy caught jacking off. He hadn’t even done anything yet.

“I, ugh, you were pretty out of it and I, I wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this.” He gestured to the tent in the covers and watched her eyes kind of lock on it.

“Oh, I sorry. I’ve never... It caught me by surprise.” She smoothed her hand over his erection. With the covers and the sweats, he should have barely felt anything but she seemed to have some kind of magnetic pull and his damn cock followed her hand where ever it moved.

“Candy, I’ll..” Fuck, what was he going to do?

“Can I watch?” He barked out a laugh more in relief than anything else. He shouldn’t have been surprised really but he was. Somehow he still thought of her as prim, but one look at her obvious curiosity and he could tell she wasn’t.

“No, but you can help.”

“I don’t know— Are you going to tell me what to do?” He chewed the inside of his cheek and nodded.

Then he handed her the condom and lube. She looked flat out terrified, but she had to have done this before, right?

She’d sat up and pushed the covers back. He figured it was now or never and pushed his sweats down exposing himself in all his glory.

“Oh.”

“Candy? Put some lube in the condom and put it on me.”

“O-okay.” She still looked terrified.

“Hey. If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. It’s just, Bill never did anything like this. And he handled all of the, this stuff.” He still wasn’t sure he understood but rubbing his hand up and down her back seemed to help get the fear off her face.

“So you’re just afraid of messing up? Not afraid of me.”

“Oh my God no, I’m not afraid of you at all.”

The tension in his stomach released, leaving behind just the ache of his arousal.

“Good. So, do you remember high school health class?” Her look of confusion made him laugh. “Open the condom and figure out which way it goes on.”

“Oh!” She handed him back the lube and did as he told her. He popped the cap and squirted some into the condom. “Do you always have to do that?”

“You don’t have to do any of this but it beats needing a shower afterwards and the lube makes it feel better. Bet it isn’t as wet as you are though.” Jesus, she just about burst into flames in front of him.

“Slide it on now.” She nodded and flipped the condom on to the head of his cock. The lube was like ice compared to how hot he was but the feel of her hand rolling the condom down his shaft had him holding his breath at the sheer pleasure of it. They both sighed when she had finished. His heart was hammering waiting for her to back away but she turned to him and smiled.

“Now what?”

“Kiss me.” Her smile got even wider. Made him wish the damn lights were on so he could see her better. Next time, assuming she didn’t freak out on him now. As he explored her mouth he felt her fumbling for a grip on his cock. Okay, she was way rusty or seriously had never done this. Somehow that made it better. She was putting herself out there for him. She stroked him a couple of times. It wasn’t firm enough, almost a tease. Which made him smile.

“I’m not doing it right. Am I?”

“Sweetheart, you could touch me anywhere, damn near any way you wanted and I’d be fine with it. But uh, you won’t break me if you squeeze harder.”

She didn’t look like she believed him so he gripped her hand around him and stroked a couple of times with the pressure he would have used. Her hand was softer, smaller, so why did it feel so damn good? Oh right, ‘cause it was attached to a warm sweet woman who right now was acting like he was a damn god.

“Does that feel good?” Christ, he was gritting his teeth not to come too soon. He wanted to enjoy this as long as he could.

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”

“Oh! Okay.” She figured out a rhythm that worked for both of them. Between his heat and her hand the lube heated up quick and felt fantastic. Not as good as he imagined being inside her would feel but it was as close as he was getting tonight.

That was what was wrong. He needed her closer. Needed to be able to touch her.

“Babe, lay down next to me.” Other than a little less pressure she didn’t miss a beat when she snuggled up beside him. He wedged his arm under her and pulled her closer. Tracing the neck of her nightgown where it dipped into her cleavage made him groan. “Kiss me again.” She didn’t even hesitate and kissed him like she needed the air he was breathing.

That did it. Sparks raced down his spine like the fuse on a bomb but he was the one exploding.

“Fuck! Yes! Sweet—” When he came back to earth she was giggling. His chest was still heaving. “Witch.”

“I did exactly what you asked me to do.” She looked more hurt than indignant.

“You did. And I meant it more like you’re a temptress than evil.” That got him a big grin. “So I didn’t freak you out.”

“I’ve, um, I wasn’t ever very adventurous when it came to this stuff.”

She ducked his stare and started running her fingers up and down his chest like she was playing some exotic instrument. What she was, was turning him to taffy.

Yeah the pull to close his eyes and let her keep doing whatever the hell she wanted was strong but he wasn’t about to relinquish control just yet. With this particular woman that would be dangerous. He stripped off the condom and knotted it. When he tossed it in the trash next to his bed he grabbed tissues to clean himself off with. By the time Candy was back from the bathroom he was almost asleep himself. She tried curling up a safe respectful distance from him. To hell with that.

“C’mere.” He tugged her into the circle of his body. She was stiff for about two seconds. “Go to sleep.”

“If you say so.” Her attitude was pure sass. Then she did the damnedest thing and closed her teeth around the first knuckle of his thumb. Not hard enough to really hurt but he had the feeling she was marking him and didn’t that just make him grin.