Sebastian pushed my hands away, groaning loudly.
“Fuck, Caro!”
The slippery little sucker wouldn’t stay put but Sebastian eventually wrestled it into submission, pulling it down. Seeing him touch himself like that drove me crazy.
His eyes were wild as I grabbed his jeans and dragged them down, running my hands over his firm ass-cheeks.
He groaned louder then clawed at my panties, tugging them roughly down my trembling legs. They were still hooked over one sandal, waving like the flag of a defeated army when he plunged into me.
He buried his head in my neck and I clutched him inside and out.
“Ssh, Sebastian. Let me feel all of you.”
He drew back slowly and I clenched tightly, making him moan again.
“Yes, like that,” I breathed, running my nails over his back.
Twice more he moved inside me slowly, luxuriously, letting me enjoy the delicious sensation, watching my face as I gazed at his. Then he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I can’t! I can’t!” he moaned. “Please, Caro!”
Without waiting for my reply he started pounding into me. I felt his whole body stiffen suddenly and he cried out softly.
For a second I felt his full, crushing weight, then he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed me deeply, lovingly.
I stroked the short, soft bristles at the back of his head then ran my hands down the length of his spine.
“Sorry,” he said, at last, looking shamefaced.
“What for?” I was genuinely confused.
“Well, mostly because I wanted that to last longer for you … but for nearly making you crash, too. Although you got me back.”
I smiled up at him. “Consider it a life lesson, Sebastian.”
He kissed me again. “I like your lessons, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ‘ma’am’,” I grumbled at him. “That makes me feel even older.”
He silenced me with another kiss then pulled out carefully.
His face was suddenly chalky under his tan.
“What?” I said, struggling to sit up.
“I can’t find the condom!” he said, gazing at me in panic.
“What do you mean you can’t find it?”
“I mean … it’s not here!”
He pointed to his erection which was still very worth looking at. But he was right: no condom.
“It must have come off when you pulled out,” I said, not feeling too worried yet.
“I think … I think it must be still inside you!” he said, shock and horror mingling on his face.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, what?
“Just … just close your eyes, Sebastian,” I ordered.
“What? Why?”
“Just do it!”
I wasn’t going to go ferreting around up there with him watching. But search as I might, I couldn’t find anything that felt rubbery.
My cheeks must have been a brilliant, flaming red.
“I think I’m going to need the ladies room,” I muttered quietly.
“Do you want me to…?” he offered.
“No!” I said quickly.
But I couldn’t help a small laugh escaping.
“What?” he said, half-relieved, half-puzzled.
“We never seem to get a break, do we?” I sighed.
He pulled a face, twisting his mouth into the semblance of a smile. “Other than meeting you in the first place: not really, no.”
He finished buttoning up his jeans and gallantly passed me my panties.
“Thanks,” I said, a wry expression on my face.
“At your service,” he said, trying to stifle a smile.
At this point I decided I was going to have to start taking the contraceptive pill—I couldn’t afford anymore fuck-ups, so to speak.
Sebastian drove a couple of miles down the road and we found a mall that had a restroom.
“Are you sure you don’t want any help with the … um … situation?” he said, a salacious gleam in his eye.
“No, thank you,” I said primly.
He laughed and I stalked off to the restrooms.
It was some minutes before I was able to locate the missing condom. Who would have thought it could disappear so far … um … up. At this rate I was going to have dreams about my ovaries being tied in knots by miscreant latex.
When I finally emerged, Sebastian was wearing an expression of dismay. His face cleared instantly when he saw me.
“Everything okay?”
“It’s all in hand,” I smirked at him.
He squeezed my fingers and whispered, “Next time, I want to play hunt the rubber.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Can we please go and get that coffee now?”
He draped his arm around my shoulders, possessively. “Sure, baby.”
God, he made me feel like a teenager. Except that I wasn’t. I banished the thought and we headed off to Little Italy.