He pulled away from her breasts. “Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”
Not in the way he meant. Trish wiggled again and his hand started to retreat.
No, no, no. Wrong answer.
“You’re not hurting me at all. I want you to show me how big your fingers are.”
Her voice must have driven her meaning home because he nodded his head. “Aah, I see.” Then with a grin, he lifted his hand off her completely and held it in the air. “This is what my fingers look like.” He wiggled them.
Never having entered into a study of finger-size comparison, Trish could draw no immediate conclusions. Caleb’s fingers certainly looked bigger than average, and his hand looked like he could palm a watermelon, but there was only one way to really tell.
“I don’t want to see them, I want to feel them.” She took his hand and guided it to her, sliding his index finger across her slick folds.
She rolled her eyes back in her head.
Caleb moaned. “Oh, shit, Trish, you feel so damn good.”
Look who was talking. His finger pushed inside her, filling her, and sending her muscles into little jerks and spasms of pleasure. He retreated, came back, went deeper, pulled out to swirl moisture around the swollen button her clitoris had become.
Her hand still rested on his wrist, his movements dragging her with him, and Trish decided this was indisputable proof of a much-argued maxim.
Bigger was definitely better.
“Like that? Not too big?”
“Absolutely not,” she managed, the thought of him withdrawing striking terror in her sex-crazed heart.
“Try adding another one,” she suggested.
His green eyes darkened to the color of a dense forest. His mouth covered hers with a moist, demanding kiss at the same time another finger plunged into her, stretching her and setting off a climax that she couldn’t stop.
Holding on to his arm with both hands, Trish let his tongue take her while she came with tight, shattering pulses. She yanked her head away from his to suck in air and let the pleasure take her under.
For a long, quiet second after she stopped shuddering, he held his fingers inside of her until she finally gave him a shrug and a smile. “Oops.”
Caleb pulled back and laughed. “Don’t give meoops. You knew what you were doing.”
“What areyou doing?” It appeared he was taking his underwear off, which left one thought in her head.Yes, yes, yes.
Struggling to sit up for a better view as he bared his skin, she asked curiously, “Are you…proportionate?”
His briefs were off and he rolled back toward her on his side.
Her question was answered. Oh, God, that thing was astonishing. Trish gulped.
“Yes, I’m proportionate.”
“I see.”
“I know you claimed I’m a freak of nature, but honestly, Trish, I’m not that big.”
She’d be the judge of that. “You look like you take your vitamins to me.” Ripping her eyes off of his fully engorged penis, she slid closer to him, licking her tongue across his chest. “I’m impressed.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
Closing her mouth around his nipple, she sucked, her fingers digging in his chest hair. “Put a condom on, Caleb. Before I throw a temper tantrum.”
He went still. “I don’t have any condoms. I…I just don’t.”
A thousand angry no’s went screaming through her head. Then she picked her head up off his chest and dragged her thigh off of his as hope restored itself. She resisted the urge to grind herself against him and sat up. “Don’t panic. I think I might have some.”
Crawling off the bed, she rushed across the room to her dresser. “My friend Ashley decided to become a Pleasure Party consultant a few months ago.”
“What’s a Pleasure Party consultant?”
“Someone who sells sex toys. Officially, they call them romance-enhancing products, but they’re really sex toys.” Trish dug through the drawer. “Come on, they’ve got to be in here. I was trying to support her, you know, so I bought some lingerie and stuff and condoms.”
Her hand closed over them. The condoms had been a joke. Because they were glow-in-the-dark pink.
But they were fully functional.
She ripped a row out of the box.
And turned and collided with him. “Oh! I didn’t know you were so close.”
Hitting that much immobile man sent her bouncing back into her dresser, and she nearly took a handle in the butt before Caleb steadied her. With hands that were now sliding across her backside and making interesting little crossroads into her inner thighs.
All while that impressive erection nudged her in the belly.
“Condom,” she said, holding the packets up in front of his chin before he distracted her with his talented tongue, currently running along her neck.
He took them and moved out of her space. Dammit.
Caleb ripped the pack open and got one out. And dropped it.
“Holy shit. It’s pink, Trish!”
“Novelty condoms.” She shrugged.
“I can’t slap a pink rubber on my dick.” The look of horror on his face made her laugh.
“It’s not like I’m going to doubt your masculinity.” Unable to stop herself, she wrapped a hand around him and stroked. No, no question there. “Come on, it’s this or it’s nothing. I don’t have any other ones.”
He was tense, grinding his teeth together. But it didn’t take him long to decide. He bent over and retrieved the pack, knocking her hand off him with the motion.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Of course not.” Hilarity was not the overriding reaction his presence brought on.
Turning slightly from her, Caleb rolled on the condom.
“Need some help?” Trish asked, fingers itching to lend assistance. She should be shocked at herself. She’d never been quite so voracious about sleeping with a guy before.
But analyzing her rioting emotions wasn’t top on her to-do list right now.
“I got it, thanks.” Caleb turned back, an endearing and adorable stain on his cheeks-Trish glanced down-that matched the hue of the condom sheathing him.
Five
He was wearing a pink condom and Trish was laughing. Somehow this wasn’t the way Caleb had pictured events playing out.
Hands on his hips, he grimaced and fought the urge to cover himself with one of Trish’s red pillows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”
She covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean to.” She struggled to wipe the grin from her face. “Sorry. Okay, I’ve got it.”
Then she glanced down and nearly suffocated herself trying to hold in a laugh, fingers pinching her nose.
Granted, he was a little embarrassed. The thing was pink. Shocking pink, not-found-in-nature pink. But he was still turned on, and watching Trish was a joy. She was so direct, honest, so up-front about what she was thinking and feeling, and he liked seeing her laugh, especially since she was doing it naked.
“It’s not really your color.”
What would be, he wondered. “I can take it off,” he said, brushing his thumb over her nipple.
Her laugh cut off on a thin moan. “No, you can’t do that. Don’t worry about its color, pretend it’s just normal.” Fingers clung to his arms. “Better yet, just-hide it.”
When her breath hitched like that and she got that excited, aroused look of anticipation on her face, he thought he could wear a spotted or floral condom and not give a crap. At least, the spotted. Floral would probably be too much to handle with a straight face.
“Where should I hide it?” Caleb pressed against her body, before giving in to impulse and lifting her into his arms.
“Whoa!” she shrieked, grabbing at him. “I wasn’t expecting that.”