The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,62
through the power of his thrusts splintering through the room.
“Yeah,” I breathed, floating down, no longer about what I was feeling, what we were doing, now just about him.
I tightened my pussy around him.
“Fuck, Adeline,” he groaned, baring his teeth and scoring the length of my neck.
I put both my hands to the wall and reared into his drives.
“Fuck,” he barked, then came, his teeth sinking into the flesh where my shoulder met my neck.
Nice.
Very nice.
His thrusts tapered to pulses then to glides and finally he slid in.
Once in, his lips and beard moved on my neck, and after he found the vibrator, turned it off and dropped it back to the bed, his hands moved everywhere—breasts, chest, belly, ribs, sides, hips, the curls between my legs.
And that was beyond nice.
“How’m I supposed to make it about you when you make it about me?” he grumbled, low and gruff, in my ear.
This made me exceedingly happy for a couple of reasons.
“You’re just gonna have to deal,” I replied.
One of his hands swept up to my jaw.
He turned my head and kissed me.
When he was done, I felt his words against my lips when he said, “Clean up and sleep. Yeah?”
I nodded my head.
But he didn’t move away.
“You on birth control?”
He wanted to end it with the condoms.
Although it was messier for me the other way around, I wasn’t hip on any barrier between Toby and me, so I wanted that too.
But regrettably, I had to shake my head.
“I have a prescription,” I told him. “I just didn’t have the copay money to fill it.”
Or any reason to do it since sex with anyone but Toby (and I couldn’t have Toby) was the last thing on my mind.
“I’m payin’ for that too.”
“To—”
“Shut it.”
Then he didn’t exactly shut it for me, but he stopped me from speaking by kissing me again.
After that, he shifted away but touched his mouth (and beard) to the small of my back, a move that was so sweet, it made my molars hurt, before he got out of bed.
I located then put the vibrator on my nightstand.
Earlier, I’d introduced Tobe to my version of winter-warm bedwear, something he took off me about five seconds after I appeared in it. But right then, I reached for it where it was draping off the edge of the bed and tugged the cream, low V-neck nightie with the bell-ish long sleeves and slight slant hemline that went mid-thigh on my right, low hip on my left.
I found my panties and pulled those on too.
I did this ending it cross-legged and thinking.
I had to give him the copay.
I had to make that compromise.
He got more out of it than me, and not only the fact he didn’t have to buy condoms. I wasn’t a guy, so I didn’t know how much sensation wearing a condom took away. I just knew no guy who’d said, “Great! I get to roll on a rubber before doing you!”
This wasn’t, I told myself, about swallowing my pride. Taking a handout.
This was giving Toby something he wanted that I would not spend money on if I didn’t have a hot guy who wanted to fuck me.
So I had to chill.
I stopped thinking about this when the bathroom light was extinguished, and he came out naked.
I watched him go to his bag (precisely I watched his chest then his ass as he went to his bag), reach in and shake out a pair of flannel pajama bottoms.
He tugged them on and then strolled to me.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked when he spotted me sitting cross-legged in bed and not lying in it.
“How much sensation does wearing a condom take away?” I asked.
He stopped beside the bed. “You don’t want me to quit usin’ ’em?”
“That wasn’t what I said.”
He nodded once.
“Right. They suck. Most women I’ve been with, puttin’ them on, they take me out of the moment. You, I’m so in the moment, it doesn’t matter, nothing will take me out of it. They still suck.”
That was sweet.
But . . .
“Outside of taking you out of the moment . . .” I prompted.
“You ever had your fingers inside you?”
“Hmm . . .”
His eyes flared, and he muttered, “You’ve had your fingers inside you.”
He entered the bed on hands, then knees, and watching him do that, I wondered if he had more condoms right then.
When he got to me, he pushed up and sat on his ankles with his thighs splayed.