“This doesn’t mean I’m falling for you,” she panted before kissing my neck.

I took two very enjoyable handfuls of her ass through the tight skirt she had on, grinding her into my pulsing erection and drawing a gasp from her.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Just sex.”

She stuck her hand between my legs, gripping me hard enough to make me arch my back and squeeze my eyes shut in pleasure. “You have something to wrap this up?”

I grinned. “I knew I was going to be on a trip with my darling girlfriend for two weeks. I brought enough to get us through.”

She smirked up at me and rolled to the side, letting me roll over and go to the bag I’d put in the nightstand. I pulled out a Costco sized box of condoms I’d picked up. There were roughly two hundred in there.

Pearl was biting back a smile. “Somebody was ambitious.”

I shrugged. “The world doesn’t need a little Dean running around it.”

“No. But two hundred? How much action were you hoping to get?”

I popped a condom free and tore it open. “According to you, significantly less than I was hoping.”

“You came here planning to sleep with me?” There was an edge of warning in Pearl’s voice. I sensed that what was about to happen might depend on how I answered her question.

“I came prepared for anything. I also packed thermal underwear in case we get snowed in. The forecast has the low in Colorado never going above 10, but I wanted to be prepared. If the two of us got along really well and things progressed, I just wanted to make sure I was ready. That’s all. No plans. No manipulation.”

She seemed to mull over my explanation for a bit, and then she nodded.

I held back a sigh of relief and lifted the condom. “Do I still need this?”

Instead of answering, Pearl simply crawled back on top of me and found my mouth with hers. The kiss was dirty, hard, and absolutely perfect. I dug my fingertips into her ass, grinding her body into mine as she spread her legs, beginning to slide herself against my erection. Each time she moved, a little moan slipped from her.

I’d spent more time than I cared to admit imagining this moment with Pearl, and every scenario in my head went slow. I took my time unwrapping her from her clothes. I savored every inch. I dragged it out until she was absolutely begging me for an orgasm.

But I didn’t anticipate the magma in my chest. There was a pull to be inside her stronger than gravity–stronger than common sense. It was all-consuming, and it blacked out my thoughts.

I was barely conscious of getting out of my clothes, but somehow it happened. We kissed and struggled with each other’s underwear–her reaching to pull mine down as I tried and gave up taking her bra off nicely. I simply pulled it over her head, drawing a breathy laugh before she dove back toward me for more kisses.