But he melts into me, practically squirming. Precum wets his cock and I swirl my thumb over the tip, spreading it down. He repositions himself so his dick rubs my clit. The wet warmth drives me wild and I need him inside me. He holds himself up on his elbows and brushes the hair out of my eyes, then kisses me.
I getting so wound up again. I widen my legs to urge him inside. We’re kissing again, and the passion is like something from a romance novel. This is really happening, right? He reaches down and strokes me for a few seconds before sliding his hand beneath my head, bringing my mouth even closer to his.
“I need you,” I whisper. “Now.”
The tip of his dick is almost inside me. “Left condoms…” he stops to kiss me. “…In wallet in car.”
“Well, fuck,” I pant. “Just pull out again.”
“Are you—” he cuts off with I lift my hips. “Sure?”
No, I’m not, but right now I’m not thinking logically. Again. Twice in a row…come on Felicity. You know better than that.
“I have some,” I say. They’re probably expired, but it’s better than nothing, right? Ben moves off me and I madly dig through the top drawer of my nightstand to find the crushed box shoved in the back. He puts it on with haste and we pick right back up where we left off.
I come three times before we’re through.
*
Once we’ve cleaned up, we settle back into bed together. I rest my head on Ben’s chest and he lazily runs his fingers through my hair. I don’t care what anyone says. Life seems pretty fucking perfect right now.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand next to us.
“Want me to get that for you?” he asks.
“Mhh,” I mumble, feeling sleepy. “It’s a text message. It’s probably my mom, asking if I’ve left yet. She still worries about me driving and needs to know when I leave so she can time shit out. Does it say ‘mom’ on the message?”
He grabs the phone. “Uh, no. It’s your friend Erin … and she wants to know if you’re still experiencing severe anal itching and if your rash is gone.”
I pull away from him, completely horrified and embarrassed. It’s a joke. I can say it’s a joke. Right? Oh god. Fuck.
“Do you have something?” he asks slowly, face paling. “I think I should know if you do. I mean, I’ve spent quite a bit of time down there.” He grimaces. “Just tell me if you do. I know we never brought it up, and maybe that was my bad, but—”
“I don’t have anything,” I interrupt, burying my face in my hands. “I promise, I’m clean.”
“Then what is your friend talking about?”
I can’t look at Ben. Not now. Not ever. Oh my God I want to die.
“Felicity?”
“I got a wax to surprise you and had a reaction to the lotion they put on me after. I have stupid sensitive skin and scented lotion makes me break out in a rash.” My voice is muffled by my hands. I turn away dramatically and put a pillow over my head. “I didn’t want to tell you because it’s embarrassing!”
A few seconds tick by. Then Ben laughs. “I did notice how smooth you are. And you could have told me. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” I say, still hidden under the pillow.
Ben is laughing again. He takes my arm and gently pulls me. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Too late! I am.”
“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal. Don’t be a baby.”
“I am a baby,” I lament. He’s still laughing. “It fucking hurt!”
“The waxing or the rash?”
“Both, but I think the rash was worse. It’s gone now. I took Benadryl and it went away.”
“Sorry I’m laughing.”
“Apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t think it’s funny,” I mumble and let him pull me to his lap.
“Well, it’s better than being diseased. I don’t have anything either, in case you were wondering.”
I nod. “That’s good to know.”
He gives me my phone. “You should let your friend know. She just sent some graphic pictures to show her concern.”
I shake my head, but crack a smile. “I need to take that feature off so you can’t read my text on screen like that. Taken out of context, things can go very wrong.”
“At least you were here to clear it all up.”
I reply to Erin, then take a few minutes to snuggle with Ben. I’m a little sore, but it has nothing to do with the wax or the rash and everything to do with how hard he just railed me. So it’s sore in a good way, of course.