He untied the sash of her thick terry-cloth robe and removed it from her glorious body. He felt thick-fingered at the sight of the creamy perfection of her skin. He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. No lie. The unobstructed vision of her breasts had caused his breath to catch in his throat. Her nipples were ruched into little tight buds of pale peach. The color similar to the delicate flush of a Bonica rose. The innocent, almost virginal color created an erotic contrast to the sensual, satiated knowledge in her eyes and the slightly swollen pout of her lower lip.

Sarah wrapped her hands around his engorged cock, stroked up, one hand doing a swiveling rotation over the top of the head, and eradicated any possibility for conscious thought. Down her hands swooped, the finger and thumb of one hand circling the base. “A cock ring,” she murmured, tightening around him, her thick lashes fanning against her cheek. “To keep you from coming too fast.” Her other hand reached farther and cupped his contracted scrotum and tugged gently.

“Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Oh God . . .” he moaned.

Her lashes lifted lazily, a sultry smile curving her lips. “And with regards to a condom . . .” She leaned forward, the tip of her tongue playing over the spot where her thumb and finger met.

“A condom. Right. I picked some up,” he croaked. “In the bedside table.” She had loosened her grip slightly to slide her tongue through the gap. Flames of pleasure rushing upward, ready to blow, but at the last second her grip tightened and pressed down slightly.

“What I wanted to say, before I was so rudely interrupted . . .” The sultry sound of her voice was intoxicating enough, but the sight of her elegant fingers wrapped intimately around his engorged prick, her pink tongue framed by her swollen lips as she lapped his shaft was beyond pleasure. It was like a religious experience. “Is that pregnancy”—her tongue began traversing up the length of him—“is not an issue.” She reached the swollen head of his cock. “I’ve got that covered.” And then she took his cock in her mouth and started humming. Humming. Causing vibrations to reverberate through him. Unbelievable. His breath was ripping in and out of his lungs like a freight train as her tongue, her mouth, and fingers made him weak-kneed and dizzy. “No more,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “Can’t . . . hold out.”

She looked up at him, her lips swollen and slick. “Sure you can.” Her hand rose, to take the place of her mouth, a hint of pleased laughter in her voice as she did that diabolical twisting motion over the head of his cock, ripping another moan from his chest. He was shaking. Literally shaking.

“I need you, Sarah. Now.”