This time, when she pumped her hand, he did the same, dragging his fingers almost all of the way out of her channel, then sliding them back. She closed her eyes as streaks of white heat shot through her limbs. They did it again, working in tandem, each using a hand to pleasure the other. His breathing was as erratic as hers, their skin coated in a fine sheen as the inferno between them raged.

“Lie back,” he rasped. Not taking his fingers out of her, he used his other hand to support her shoulders as she maneuvered down on the sofa. Then he came up on his knees between her thighs, his hooded gaze traveling down the length of her body underneath him. “You are gorgeous. Just fucking gorgeous.”

She could say the same of him, with his wide shoulders, narrow hips and flat stomach. The long shaft that jutted proudly from a nest of dark hair, the twin weights of his testicles hanging below. He was a fascinating contrast of lean, hard muscle that rippled as he moved, and her fingertips itched with the desire to explore every inch.

Curling over her, he kissed her breasts, teased her nipples, still pumping his fingers in and out of her, until she writhed, a mindless creature of unfulfilled need. It was too much to bear. “Please, Kit.” She clutched at his head and pulled him up to see his face. “Please.”

He rose up and slowly drew his fingers out of her core, watching the entire time. Then he used that hand along his shaft, smearing her wetness over his skin. “I always use a rubber shield, if it eases your mind.”

“What?” She was distracted by the mesmerizing sight of his fist sliding along his erection and his words didn’t make sense.

“A condom. They’re at home, though. But do not worry, I won’t spend inside you.”

She appreciated his concern, as she hadn’t once considered consequences. “Right.”

He must have heard something in her voice because he frowned. “I apologize. I tend to be too practical about these things. Have I put you off? We need not do this.”

“Kit.” She came up on an elbow, desperate to get closer. Trailing her fingers down his chest, she kept going until she brushed the tops of the fingers still gripping his shaft. “I want to do this. I want you to show me.”

Groaning, he released himself. “Then put me inside you.”

She took him in hand, not nearly as nervous as she expected. He’s making sure I know what is happening, that I learn how we fit together. Tugging, she guided him to her entrance, both of them watching as the reddish crown bumped against her flesh. He shifted forward, pressing, until the tip of his shaft disappeared in her channel. She fell back on the sofa and watched his face, which was tight with agony.