Afterward, he lifted his head and studied her sex. She felt like a wanton on display, flushed and spread-eagled. He moistened his lips, as if tasting her on them.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“If I did, I’d be buried inside you right now.”
She straightened and reached for the waistband of his boxer shorts. When she lowered it, she had to smother a moan. He was wonderfully thick and hard. Her insides clenched with longing as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him up and down slowly. Torturing him, she placed the tip of his cock against her soft inner thigh. Dangerously close to the place he wanted to be buried.
“You’re killing me,” he said, lifting his hand to her cheek. He traced her parted lips with his thumb. When she drew his thumb into her mouth, applying sweet suction, he groaned. “I’m dying to fuck you.”
She was tempted to let him.
He removed his thumb from her mouth, dragging it down her chin. She continued to caress him with her legs spread wide and his cock poised at her opening. His restraint was impressive. Covering her hand with his, he urged her to use a firmer grip. She pumped him with her slippery fist. Then she heard a strange noise, like shouting voices.
Someone was coming. And it wasn’t Nathan.
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