But she doesn’t move closer.

“Flip over.” After I raise an eyebrow, she explains, “You said you have some on your … ass.” The dirty word is placed gently between us, just like before. I saw the conscious decision she made to say it, which somehow makes it even sexier.

I roll onto my stomach, unable to contain a groan as I push my hard dick into the soft mattress. The bed dips. Propped up on my elbows, I glance over my shoulder.

Holly crawls toward me. As she moves, her fingers trail over the designs. Then, her lips do.

Starting at my upper thighs, Holly caresses, kisses, and licks her way up my body.

The whole time, I’m grunting and groaning, unable to help thrusting into the mattress, as if it were her I was fucking. I’ll probably go insane if I can’t sink into her soon.

Of course, I’m definitely going to lose my mind when I do.

When her breasts brush my shoulder blade and her teeth graze my neck, I’m done with holding back.

I roll over, wrap my arms around her slim waist, and press her hot body against mine. She gasps in delight right before I capture her devilish mouth.

“Take these off,” I mutter in between kisses. My fingers tug at the scrap of cotton she’s still wearing.

Smiling against my mouth, Holly pushes the panties down and uses her legs to shimmy them off. Then, the temptress throws one leg high over my hips, making it easy for my hand to slip down her backside. When I reach her swollen pussy, she’s soaking wet.

Somehow, I tear my mouth from hers, even as my fingers push inside her. “Condom. We need a condom.”

She whimpers, leaning down to lick my neck and place hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. Her snug, slick opening beckons me to slide into her.

“Holly. Please. I need you.”

She pauses, and in the brief break, I try to remember if I have any protection on me. I’ve got to have one in my wallet. Right?

I beg the universe that, at some point in the past, I was optimistic about my chances of getting laid. The minute Holly agreed to date me, I should’ve stuffed condoms in every one of my pockets. Just in case.

She reaches down to guide my fingers out of her, a gasp whispering over her lips as I slip free. When she rolls to the side of the bed, I prop myself up, worried I’ve killed the mood and still not sure I’m prepared if I didn’t.

“Was hoping we’d get a chance to use these.” Holly grins wickedly while holding up a variety pack of rubbers.

If possible, my dick grows harder when she has to take a moment to open the box. The new box. These are just for the two of us. A whole fucking box.

After selecting one and tearing the wrapper away, Holly shoves my shoulder. I land on my back with her moving to straddle my hips. My groan fills the small apartment as she strokes me a couple of times before carefully rolling the condom on.