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Ch9: Purple Butterfly
Leah felt a little awkward when they stepped into the dim interior of Embry's houseboat. She tried to determine why she felt self conscious—it'd been Embry who had fucked her like a horny teenager just now, after all. But then she realized his exuberant honesty in regard to his need was what had her feeling uncomfortable.
In truth, his inability to control himself until they'd gone to the bedroom surprised and gratified her. It also aroused her. She hadn't come while he'd skewered her with his cock and fucked her with frantic abandonment, but her pussy felt tender and swollen. Just thinking about the rough, wild ride made her vaginal muscles clench with excitement.
He grabbed her hand from behind, halting her as she headed toward the master bedroom.
"Wait here a minute," he muttered gruffly. "I want to get a couple things ready for you."
The sight of him watching her with a sexy heavy lidded stare made her impatient. He was still gloriously nude. She longed to put her hands all over his gleaming, defined muscles and hard male flesh. She didn't want to wait. Her pussy felt enflamed and empty. She thought of how indescribably arousing it'd been to stroke his swollen, spasming member while he climaxed in the water. She wanted Embry's cock back inside her and soon.
She eyed the arousing slant of his torso that angled up from his narrow waist. His back, shoulder, chest, and thigh muscles were stark in their strength; the honed tools of a world class athlete. She reached but he caught her hand before she could stroke his abdomen.
"Can't you hold on just a minute woman?"
"You couldn't. Why do I have to?" she asked irritably.
He flashed that sexy laser grin.
"Hurry then," she whispered, surprising herself by not censoring the need in her voice. His former exhibition of unbridled horniness had given her permission to show her own. Embry's widening grin told her he liked her impatience.
"Stay right there beautiful," he ordered as he let go of her hand and moved past her.
Leah felt her pulse thrumming with excitement in the tense minute that followed. She'd just started to edge toward the hallway that led to his bedroom when he stalked out of the hallway, looking magnificent and utterly comfortable in his nudity. She couldn't help but notice that his penis had lengthened while he'd been back in the bedroom.
She also couldn't help but wonder what he'd been doing back there that made him re-aroused.
He held up the silk scarf he'd used to tie her up to his bed several days ago, a gleam in his dark eyes. "Come here, I'm going to blindfold you."
Leah went to him. She couldn't have stayed away from him in that moment if he'd proposed something ten times as anxiety provoking. What did he have in mind precisely? She thought of how ruthlessly he'd spanked her and then fucked her in the ass last night. Arousal pinched at her clit as he covered her eyes and tied the scarf behind her head. She wasn't sure she could handle something that intense again… but part of her wanted it, nevertheless.
"Come on," he coaxed, his voice low and gravely and sexy as hell.
"I can't see anything," she fretted a moment later after he'd tied the scarf over her eyes, but he took her hand before she was done speaking.
Leah padded barefoot in front of him. When they got to where she assumed was his bedroom, he turned her in his arms. She felt his big hands on her hips, his fingers sliding beneath her wet panties and pushing them off her legs. He held her arm and guided her back until the back of her legs touched the bed.
"Lie down."
Leah sat on the bed. The cool, soft sheets felt delicious against her heated core. She started to lie on her back but he stopped her with a hand on her thigh.
"Face down."
Her breath burned uncomfortably in her lungs when she followed his instructions.
"Now spread your legs and raise your hands over your head." His deep voice reminded her of a low purr. She hesitated. "Come on, Leah. My rules, remember? That a girl," he said when Leah spread her thighs and reached over her head. She wasn't entirely surprised when she felt him loop a cloth covered restraint over her left wrist. Bondage had never been her thing in bed. She preferred to be the one who set the parameters for her sexual pleasure, making sure she got what she needed in a safe, efficient manner.
Nothing about Embry's lovemaking was safe. He'd never made a secret of his dominant tendencies, so realizing that he planned not only to restrain her hands but also her legs while he made love to her wasn't much of a shocker.
What was shocking was how aroused it made her.
But anxiety mixed with her lust in increasing strength as she felt him restrain her ankles. She was making herself completely vulnerable. What if he hurt her? she thought with rising nervousness.
She felt him come down on the bed. He brushed her hair from her face and neck gently. As if he knew what she was thinking, he leaned down and spoke quietly next to her ear. "I'm going to make you feel good, Onaona. If you trust me, it will intensify your pleasure."
"Why do you call me that?" she whispered, finding it hard to find her voice because she was so preoccupied by the feeling of his mouth pressing kisses against the side of her neck.
"It means lovely"—he paused as he inhaled at her nape—"sweet, inviting… fragrant."
"Sweet and inviting? You sure you got the right person Em? You're always telling me I'm stiff and cold."
She felt his smile against her neck. It caused warm liquid to seep out of her pussy. "I think you're named correctly. On all counts, 'Aileah."
Her chin came off the pillow when he moved away from her. She heard a drawer opening. Her anxiety ramped up again when she heard a plastic cap popping open. "What are you going to do?"
She felt his weight shifting again on the mattress. A whimper popped out of her throat when he straddled her and his muscular hair sprinkled thighs bracketed her hips. Large, warm hands spread on her back. Leah moaned in pleasure as he kneaded her flesh, his skin sliding against her own in a friction free glide thanks to some sort of lightweight, fragrant oil.
"I thought I would give you a nice massage. I figure you deserve it after the way I used your body solely for my pleasure just now," he replied, amusement tingeing his tone.
"Hmmm, that's nice," she groaned as he rubbed the tension out of her upper back muscles. "You actually know what you're doing don't you?"
He chuckled. "When you're an athlete, you get pretty familiar with massage techniques."
Leah opened her mouth to respond, but her tongue seemed to be going heavy and relaxed in sympathy with the muscles melting beneath Embry's strong hands. He surprised her a little by spending twenty minutes or so methodically working the kinks out of her shoulders and back. Clearly, he hadn't offered the massage merely as a means of sexual titillation.
Not that it wasn't arousing to lay there, naked and tied up to the bed, while Embry used his knowing hands to turn her flesh to mush. She was hyperaware of the velvety tip of his thick cockhead brushing against her lower back. He wasn't iron hard, but Leah could tell as the languorous minutes passed that he became increasingly erect. Her pussy throbbed with a slow, delicious ache.
He transferred his attentions to her lower back, spanning her hips with his hands. It required him to scoot down on the bed. His erection dragged down her ass, smearing a light coat of pre-cum on one of her butt cheeks. She pressed her hips down on the mattress, suddenly in desperate need of pressure on her clit. His cock remained resting on her right buttock, warm and throbbing. As he continued to work her back muscles, it stiffened noticeably. She wiggled her ass slightly, made horny as hell by the sensation. His cock lurched at her squirming, batting her bottom.
"Embry," she pleaded hoarsely.
He laughed softly and lighted one of his massaging hands. For an anxious few seconds, she couldn't feel his cock anymore, and she realized he must have lifted it off her ass. She groaned in intense excitement when he matter-of-factly parted her bottom cheeks and slid his now enormous erection in the crevice. He held her buttocks in both hands, sandwiching his oiled cock tightly in her flesh. He flexed his hips.
"There," he said gruffly as he massaged the cheeks with his hands and slid his cock in the tight crack. "How's that for a nice butt massage?"
She moaned in excitement, grinding her bottom against his cock. "I hope this isn't a technique you learned from your sports masseuse."
He chuckled as he continued to stroke and rub her. "No, this is a creative technique inspired solely by your gorgeous ass."
Leah but her lower lip hard when he pressed deeper. The thick cockhead burrowed in the crack until it slid against her lower spine and his balls pushed tightly against the lower curve of her ass. His big hands held her possessively, massaging and squeezing her flesh against his cock. She found herself pressing down desperately against the mattress, trying to alleviate the ache at her clit.
He abruptly lifted her hips an inch off the bed, depriving her of the delicious pressure on her pussy. "Burning, Onaona?"
She turned her head, wishing she wasn't blindfolded. She could only imagine how glorious he must look poised with his arm muscles flexed, her ass in his hands and his cock buried between her buttocks.
"You know I am," she whispered.
"I think we're going to have to turn you over, then."
She moaned in misery when he withdrew his cock from the crack of her ass. It had felt so good, and now he was going to deprive her of the pressure she could get against the mattress.
"I'm not trying to torture you beautiful," he said humorously when he heard her groan. He unbound her and encouraged her to roll over with a hand at her hip, then proceeded to restrain her arms and legs all over again. When he spread her legs, she couldn't stop from gyrating her hips, hungry even for the elusive kiss of the cool air against her enflamed core. "I have a surprise for you."
"If it's another surprise out of that drawer over there, I'm not so sure I want to know about it."
"What? You mean the drawer where I keep my instruments of torture? Damn, I didn't mean for you to discover that secret so quickly," he said his tone thick with laughter.
"Embry?" she asked when she felt him move off the bed. He'd worked her muscles expertly, but at the same time, he'd built a powerful arousal in her body. The mixture of relation, intense sexual excitement, and nervousness in regard to being restrained and blindfolded created a strange brew of emotions she'd never experienced before.
He spread his hand over her abdomen, as if to still her anxiety. "I'll be right back. I need to get something out of the spare bedroom."
Did he have so many sex toys he needed to keep some in the extra bedroom? She thought as she listened to him pad out of the room with hyperalert ears. She lifted her head when she heard him return, straining for any clue as to his intentions. When she heard the rattle of what sounded like a plastic bag, she called out, "Embry? What are you doing?"
"I have a little tribute for you," he said.
"Wha…!" she cried out in amazement when what felt like thousands of cool, velvety soft somethings fell over her body from neck to toe. Sweet fragrance filled her nose.
"Embry," she whispered in disbelief. He'd just buried her naked body in flowers.
His laughter caused a shiver to ripple down her spine. "I couldn't resist. Gran left a bag full of leis here for me yesterday afternoon, and I forgot to take them to Bry's." She felt his weight press down on the mattress. His hand swept away some of the cool petals from her belly, and she trembled even more.
"You always smell so good," he muttered, sounding distracted. "Seems like you and flowers go together. One or two leis around your neck didn't seem like enough, though." He trailed a string of flowers across her ribs and her nipples drew tight against the covering petals. "I wanted to bury you in them, and I was right to want it." He gently whisked the flowers away from her breasts and let them fall to the sides of her body. "A prettier sight… I couldn't have imagined if I tried."
She made a choking sound when he put his fingertips on a nipple and plunked up on it with a featherlight caress again and again, stiffening the stiff flesh even more. Then he picked up a string of flowers and used it to caress both straining peaks at once. Arousal flashed from her breasts to her pussy like a heat wave.
"Stop it please," she whispered as he plucked at her nipples with soft petals sandwiched between his fingertips. When he paused however she groaned in agony.
"You don't really want me to stop, do you Leah?"
Her hips shifted restlessly, and flowers scattered softly over her hips and thighs. When they fell to her side, she was still surrounded by inches and inches of cool petals. The scent of the fragrant oil Embry had rubbed into her skin, the plumeria blooms, and their combined arousal overwhelmed her, making her feels dizzy with desire. She hated to beg, but…
"I need to cum," she said. "I hurt."
He gave a satisfied grunt, like he'd been waiting for her admission the entire time. "Then that's what you're going to get, Onaona."
He plunged a thick finger into her slit and then pushed another in alongside it. She gasped at the abrupt jolt of pressure moaning as he finger fucked her.
"You're so wet," he muttered, his voice rough with excitement. "You're dripping in my palm." As if he wanted to prove it to her, he swept his fingers up between her labia, bringing her juices with him. He slid his fingertip up and down on the hypersensitive bud of flesh, then pressed the heel of his palm over her swollen labia and massaged her bull's eye fashion. "You're wet because of me huh?"
When he went back to rubbing her naked clit, the soles of her feet burned in sympathy with her pussy.
"Yes," She went taut, her back arching off the bed, her wrists pulling forcefully on her restraints.
She knew a moment of animal fear that she wouldn't survive the enormity of the climax that loomed over her. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. She was tied to the bed, and Embry was unrelenting in his precise stimulation.
He'd overwhelmed her by burying her with flowers. Now he demanded she drown in pleasure.
She lost herself. After a moment, she became aware that he was untying her blindfold. She still shuddered in orgasm, her feet flexing hard in the ankle restraints. Embry wouldn't let up, he just kept right on stimulating her. She blinked open her eyes to see him pinning her with his stare. Leah wouldn't have called his kneading of her pussy rough, necessarily, but it wasn't gentle either.
She glanced down at her naked body buried in colorful blooms and moaned shakily. He was on his knees, supporting his upper body with one hand. Every muscle in his beautiful body was tensed. He looked like a wild animal prepared to spring. His erection hung heavy between his legs, pre-cum causing the smooth head to glisten. Her vagina flexed inward painfully. Her pussy still supersensitive and achy.
Embry slipped two fingers back in her slit and finger fucked her slowly while she panted for air. All the while he watched her, like he was waiting for her to say or do something. Her powerful orgasm had made her temporarily mute, however.
"I think that's long enough," he said quietly.
Leah didn't have time to ask him what he meant before he withdrew one finger and started massaging her clit again. And sure enough, just as he must have guessed, the soles of her feet began to burn and her clit sizzled beneath his ministrations. She began to strain for another orgasm.
When he leaned down and slipped a stiff nipple between his lips, Leah knew nothing but the white hot flames at the center of her desire.
She blinked her eyes open again some untold amount of time later. Embry had straightened, his knees still on either side of her flower strewn body. His erection looked almost intimidating… furious. She licked her lower lip before she glanced up at his face. His dark hair had fallen in a side part and fell over his forehead. His chiseled features were rigid. For a few seconds he didn't move a muscle, but then his gaze dropped to her breasts. He placed one hand on the headboard, leaning over her. Leah whimpered at the sensation of his cock thumping on her belly.
They shared an electric glance before he leaned back up, the bottle of massage oil in his hand.
The air itself seemed to crackle with tension as he opened the bottle and poured a small pool of oil between her heaving breasts and then a small amount in his right hand. He replaced the bottle on the bedside table and came back to his kneeling position over her restrained body. Leah watched, mesmerized, as he began to stroke his erection with the oiled hand.
"What am I going to do, 'Aileah?" he whispered gruffly.
She bit her lower lip to restrain a moan of longing. It was mind blowingly hot to watch him spread the oil over his swollen cock and pump it with his fist.
"Fuck my breasts?" she asked breathlessly.
"That's right. There'll be little pleasure in it for you, but I'm going to love it."
She met his stare. "There'll be pleasure in it for me."
A muscle leapt in his cheek. He let his heavy erection drop and leaned over to unfasten her wrists restraints. He situated his knees farther up her body and placed his hands on the headboard. When he lowered over her, his cock fell heavily between her breasts, smack dab in the puddle of oil. Excitement seemed to have robbed him of his voice, because he merely nodded ignorantly to her chest.
Leah obediently took her breasts in her hands and plumped the flesh against his cock. The weight of his erection on her chest made the juices flow again between her legs. Part of her wished he would fuck her pussy. She felt so empty inside. But a larger part sensed how aroused he was, how much the idea of fucking her breasts excited him. And she wanted to please Embry at that moment, more than anything.
He thrust, grunting in a satisfied manner as his cock burrowed between her breasts. Leah was so thankful he'd removed her blindfold, because the image was erotic enough to cause an orgasm from visual stimulation alone. His cock was hard and dark in comparison to her lighter tanned breasts. Her nipples poked up lewdly; the peaks dark brown color standing at rigid attention. The sight of the plump head of Embry's cock and the thick, glistening shaft sliding up between her breasts and then disappearing again between them left her spellbound.
"Fuck that's beautiful," she heard Embry mumble and she realized he'd been watching himself fuck her breasts with just as much attention as she had. "You have the prettiest tits I've ever seen. I'm glad you're giving me this… this moment… letting yourself let go with me it's the greatest thing you've given me since I've met you."
"Embry," she whimpered.
"Rub those pretty nipples," he demanded roughly.
Leah complied, rubbing and pinching lightly at the sensitive peaks. Embry thrust more exuberantly, causing her breasts to bob up when he smacked his pelvis against them, his balls popping against the firm flesh before he withdrew. He groaned in excitement and grabbed the headboard tighter, putting more of his body weight on his hands.
He drove between her breasts with frantic excitement.
Desire swamped her all over again. She pressed tighter on her breasts, changing the angle on the trajectory of his penis. She twisted her head and caught the thick head of his penis between her lips as he surged forward. The oil had a sweet, fruity taste, but she could have cared less about that. She was hungry for the taste of him. Her tongue danced across the crown, capturing his essence frantically before he withdrew again.
"Ahhh, yeah," he hissed as he paused for a moment with his cock in her mouth. He pulsed up slightly, pushing it even farther along her tongue, before he slid out of her mouth and back between the furrow of her oiled breasts. He seemed eager to be back, however, now that he knew what waited for him on the upstroke.
"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that babe," he informed her tensely after she'd sucked his penis into her mouth for three more strokes.
Leah merely sucked him further and looked up at him. He snarled and flexed his hips, bouncing her breasts up and over filling her mouth with swollen, throbbing flesh. He growled deep and feral before he withdrew rapidly.
Leah watched, wide eyed, as he fucked her breasts fast and furiously while he came. By the time he slowed, a thick pool of warm cum had been deposited in the deep furrow between her breasts. His musky scent intermingled with that of the flowers that covered the bed.
She shut her eyelids tightly, overcome by the sensation.
Overcome, period.
Embry blinked the sweat out of his eyes. He saw when Leah clenched her eyelids shut, noticed the expression on her beautiful face that was something close to pain. Compassion overcame him. She was hurting again, and he'd been so involved in his own pleasure he hadn't noticed.
Then again, he probably wouldn't have noticed an explosion in his living room while he'd been fucking her beautiful breasts.
He slid his still quivering cock out of the sweet furrow of her flesh, leaned down and kissed her parted lips. "You make me crazy, you know that?"
Her eyelids opened heavily. The fact that she looked disoriented pleased him—maybe more than it should have given the circumstances of their short, convenient affair. Maybe he was going to have to throw away her CDs… and not because he was irritated with her.
Not this time, he thought grimly.
Knowing she had gotten almost as much gratification from giving him pleasure as he had taking it made him temporarily forget about her leaving in a few hours. She was here with him now.
And now was all he wanted to think about.
He plucked at her lips languorously. "I'll bet you're mad at me."
She blinked in surprise. "What?"
He nipped at her succulent lower lip. "I know you want to be filled. You want to be fucked, and I don't mean your breasts."
Her soft laughter fell across his lips. "You must be a mind reader, but you're wrong about me being angry. I loved every second of it. And Embry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for the flowers. No one's ever given me flowers in such a… unique way."
He raised his head and examined her. "You're welcome. Leah?"
"Yes?"
He came fully aware of what he was about to say and edited himself at the last second. "It's a shame you're leaving tomorrow."
He saw her throat convulse as she swallowed. "Yeah it is."
He kissed her, this time not so playfully. He closed his eyes and gave himself to the experience. She had an addicting mouth, no doubt about it.
He lifted his head a while later and nuzzled her nose.
"You know, I think I have just what you need," he mused while he used a towel to clean up the mess he made on her breasts.
She glanced between his legs. "You most definitely do."
He chuckled and reached toward his bedside table again. "Yeah, but you might have to wait a little bit before I can be of any use to you in that department." He rifled around in the drawer.
"I'm sure it'll be worth the wait."
"I don't like to make a lady wait," he said as he found what he wanted and pulled it out of the drawer. He hadn't even opened the box yet.
Her eyebrows went up when she saw what he withdrew. "Oh."
He couldn't help but smile at the mixture of dubiousness and doubt mingling in her tone. "Do you want a smaller one?" he asked as he held up the new vibrator.
She licked her lower lip, her eyes glued to the purple plastic.
"No," she whispered.
He liked her answer. Liked it a lot, he thought as he hastily put batteries in the vibrator. The thick plastic was narrower than his cock, but it'd fill her nicely and give her just what she needed until he was ready to take its place. Which might be sooner than he expected, Embry realized with mixed amusement and amazement as he set the vibrator on the table. His dick throbbed when he grabbed one of Leah's wrists and attached the cuff then repeated the action with the other wrist.
"Why do you have to restrain me again?" she asked.
"Purely selfish." He shrugged. "Turns me on to have you at my mercy."
He picked up the vibrator and set the top portion of the shaft spinning. He pressed the rotating, pulsating nubs against Leah's stomach. She inhaled sharply and moaned. He scooped plumeria and orchid blossoms onto the floor and reclined next to her on his side, wanting to press next to her skin on skin.
He lowered the vibrator and pressed it to her glossy labia, letting the spinning nubbins do their work. She gasped.
"You're going to come for me several times, aren't you," he stated rather than asked. The truth of what he said was in her shiny eyes and brilliantly flushed cheeks.
"I… I don't think I have much of a choice in the matter."
He grinned. "I don't see how we guys stand half a chance of getting laid when they make these things," he murmured referring to the vibrator.
Her hot gaze caressed his chest and flickered back up to his eyes. "You obviously don't know a damn thing about women, Embry Call."
His smile widened.
Her lips curved beguilingly. "Okay, stupid accusation. You clearly know plenty. But you don't get something if you think most women would choose that piece of divinely inspired, motorized plastic instead of you Embry."
"Thanks for the nod," he murmured, all the while wondering if her comment warranted the intense rush he got from it. He pressed the vibrator into closer contact with her clit. "But the only woman I'm interested in at the moment is you. And like I said—you're going to come for me several times."
He peppered her cheeks, eyelids, and nose with kisses while she gasped for air. Either it'd been worth it to spend the extra money on this new vibrator or she was just primed to explode.
Or maybe both.
He continued to rain light kisses on her neck and then on her flushed breasts while she whimpered and moaned under the influence of the spinning shaft on her clit. Just when he sensed she was about to pop, he pushed a button that increased the rate of the spinning nodules. He pulled one of her tight nipples into his mouth and suckled hard. She writhed beneath him as she came. The sensation of pressing against her while she abandoned herself to pleasure was brain frying in its intensity.
Embry couldn't understand how she could be so uptight and anxious and yet lose herself so utterly under the influence of desire. But he was eternally grateful she could.
He pushed the fat, penis shaped crown of the vibrator into her drenched slit, watching her face as he did so. She still shuddered I orgasm, so he massaged her clit with his fingers as he slowly, firmly slid the toy into her vagina. Her entire body shook. Watching Leah spinning in a vortex of pleasure, completely at the mercy of her desire, was heady stuff. His dick was semierect again, despite his former powerful orgasms.
"Oh, God! No, it's too much," she grated out between clenched teeth.
"You can take it babe," he soothed. He replaced his fingers with the clitoral stimulator—a purple pair of butterfly wings—but he didn't switch the gizmo on.
He waited until she stopped shaking, soothing her with his hand on her wait and the side of her ribs. She inhaled raggedly, catching breath after her orgasm. He kissed her belly and the upper part of her mons, inhaled the delicious scent of her arousal combined with the fragrance of flowers. He salivated and had to resist a primitive urge to yank the vibrator out of her honeyed pussy and replace it with his tongue.
"Okay?" he asked.
She still panted, but she glanced down at him and nodded her head. He smiled his approval and turned the clitoral stimulator on at a low setting. She moaned.
"Can't you give me the tiniest break?" she accused as he hips shifted restlessly against the pressure of the beating butterfly's wings.
He pressed a grin to her belly button, his eyes on her face the entire time. "How's it feel?"
She shut her eyes and whimpered, her head falling back on the pillow, and Embry had his answer.
He turned the stimulator up to medium and let it go about its work while he occupied himself with familiarizing his tongue with the satiny skin at her belly, ribs and lower breasts. The scent of her sex juices hung thick in the air now, mixing with the fragrance of the flowers. Embry felt himself getting drunk on the sweet intoxicant. Not only her honey perfumed the air, some indefinable scent that she seemed to release every time she climaxed filled his nose. He found it everywhere on her skin, but he kept seeking it out in undiscovered locations.
Embry wasn't sure how long he kissed and tasted her while the vibrator stimulated her clit, but at some point her increasingly desperate moans and cries penetrated his entranced state. He activated the waving motion on the vibrator's thick shaft and then the spinning nodules just beneath the crown.
Once again, he watched in fascination while Leah strained against her bindings and exploded in climax.
He wasn't ever aware of removing the vibrator from her pussy or releasing her ankles from their restraints. The next thing he knew he had her knees pushed back into her chest and he was mounting her. She cried out sharply when he thrust into her and pushed the shaft of his cock halfway into her.
It felt like being submersed in a tight tube of liquid heat. He clamped his eyes together and growled in animalistic frustration.
"Fuck, you're so warm and tight," he hissed as he jerked his cock out of heaven. "Sorry," he muttered a few seconds later after he slid on a condom.
"It's okay," she replied shakily.
He was mad at himself for forgetting such a routine thing. And not just because wearing a condom was so crucial for safe sex, either.
He was pissed off because twice now he'd allowed himself to experience what it was like to be inside Leah Clearwater naked. Skin on skin with no barrier. He'd never forget it.
He'd never forget her, now.
Not that there had ever been a good chance of that, he thought grimly as he pushed her knees back and mounted her once again.
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