She pulled his jeans down as he tried to puzzle over what she’d just told him. Should he be offended? Why, when he felt the same? His women had tended to be big and bold, tatted and pierced. They inhabited his world. This woman was not that on any level, and yet, beneath the exterior, he definitely felt a sort of kinship with her.

She nipped at his belly button and caressed his thighs and calves as she helped him from his jeans, boxers and socks.

“This is very, um, impressive,” she said of his cock, and he was the one who blushed for a change.

“Thank you,” he said, laughing.

A laugh that died when she angled toward him and licked across the head. Dear sweet god in heaven, her mouth was right. Hot and wet and eagerly sucking him. His balls crawled up close to his body, and he grabbed the back of the chair behind him to keep from tearing her hair free of that perfect bun and f**king her mouth.

The way she held him, held his c**k gently, told him a lot. The caveman who lived in his gut liked that she didn’t seem super experienced. Obviously enough to have had a child, and she knew her way around a blow job. But she didn’t venture away from his sac or gobble him down to the root or anything. A stupid thing to be pleased about, he realized, but there it was.

“You have to stop,” he said around clenched teeth, “or I will come in your mouth, and I want to be inside you when that happens.”

She pulled back and stood up, running her hands all over his torso, and yes, she made him feel desired and attractive in a way that made him want to puff out his chest and strut around. It was then he remembered the condom thing.

“Shit.” He bent and grabbed his pants, pulling out his wallet. “Please let there be a condom in here,” he mumbled, and a startled laugh bubbled from her.

He pulled out a lone condom, checked the expiration date and breathed a sigh of relief. He’d need to make a donation somewhere that afternoon when he left, to thank the universe for that luck.

One-handed, he rolled the condom on before drawing her to the couch where he’d first sat. “You can control everything this way,” he explained and she scrambled onto his lap.

“It’s okay if you say something about the size of your equipment. I know I’m petite. But at the risk of sounding like a line from a bad romance novel, I’m pretty sure you’ll fit.”

He reached between her thighs and slid his fingers up into her gate, stretching her a bit. “You’re still so wet and hot.”

“I want another part of you in there.” She moved his hand and replaced it with the head of his c**k as she rose up on those powerful thighs and then fell inch, by slow inch, surrounding him with heat and tightness that stole his breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he managed to say, fighting the nearly overwhelming need to slam his c**k into her, balls-deep. “Are you all right?”

“I’m more than all right. I’m not in pain—well, a good kind of full. It’s just been a while. But everyone should break their fast with something this good.” She opened eyes that had been half-lidded, and he felt that zing between them. “No one should be as pretty as you are.”

She settled with his c**k in her body totally. Elise had to admit she liked the look of strain on his face, liked knowing he was as on the edge as she. She hadn’t felt so good in a very long time. Years.

Leaning backward, she braced her hands on his thighs, just above his knees, and began to slide up and down his cock, slowly at first, as her body got used to him and because it felt too good to rush.

“No one has ever said I was pretty before. Should I be offended?” He wore a grin so cocky it should have been illegal. Instead it just added to his overall sexual appeal.

“You’re stunning. The tattoos, the wary eyes, the messy hair, those broad shoulders—it all works in a way I find quite unexpectedly hot. And yes, pretty, but in a manly way, of course.”

“Pretty can’t hold a candle to what I’m looking at. Watching my c**k disappear into you over and over, coming out all shiny with your juices. You’re so long and lithe for someone so petite. All that gorgeous pale skin.” He skimmed his palms up her belly and cupped her br**sts. “These are, Christ, they’re lovely.”

She blushed, there was no way to hide it. “They’re very small. Men usually like big br**sts.”

“Yes, yes, like that. Oh, that’s sweet,” he ground out as she rolled her hips once she’d taken him inside totally. The length of his c**k stroked over her clit when she did it that way. “Men like br**sts. Period. Full stop. Yours are pert, your ni**les stand up so nicely.” To emphasize that, he dragged his thumbs over them, bringing a gasping cry from her. “I also like that you make noise. That’s hot.”

She bit her lip and levered herself forward to change the angle and increase her speed. Above him, she looked down into his face before lowering to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. A groan came from deep inside when his thumb, one that had been teasing her left nipple just moments before, found her clit, stroking from side to side just as he had with her nipple.

Sensation rose within and she knew he’d make her come again. He swallowed every sound she made as he played over her clit and began to thrust up to meet her body as she slid down. So good, so damned good.

She tore her mouth away as she climaxed and he nipped her bottom lip. The sting washed through her, sharpening the pleasure as her body clamped down around his cock. Two orgasms in one session? Clearly she’d made the right choice when she’d agreed to this friends with benefits situation.