I reach for her face, pulling her down to my own so I can taste her sweet lips as she cries out my name.
As if it was planned, the sky explodes, bursting with color at the exact moment she comes. “Oh, God!” Her cries of pleasure turn to garbled murmurs as she collapses against my chest.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, grinding into her from below. Her pussy flutters around me as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, milking me for all I’m worth until I fill the condom with my release.
“That was beautiful,” she whispers, staring out at the night sky.
“It was,” I agree, but I’m not referring to the light show.
For long minutes we lay there, content to remain just as we are.
“Are you snoring?” she screeches, jarring me awake.
“No way.” I blink a few times, clearing the fog from my eyes.
She giggles, running a finger along my chest while staring up at me. “You fell asleep with your thing buried in my hoohah.”
I shake my head, gently rolling her off of me. “That was so far from sexy—oh, shit.”
“What?” she asks, alarmed by my tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Did we forget the condom?”
Her eyes widen with alarm before she shakes her head. “No…I put it on myself.”
“It’s gone.”
She’s breathing heavy, on the verge of hyperventilating. “What the hell do you mean it’s gone?”
Frantically we both rip the covers and sheets from the bed, shaking them out.
“Where’s the condom, Wyatt?” Her voice is strangled.
A sick feeling washes over me. “I think maybe it stayed…inside.”
“Huh?”
“Of you,” I add for clarification.
Her eyes widen. “That can happen?”
I shrug my shoulders, pacing the room. “I don’t know, but where the hell else could it be?”
“Oh God,” she cries. “I’m going to be sick.”
Think quick, Wyatt… “Should we go to the hospital?”
Her jaw drops. “And tell them I think I might have a come-filled condom stuck inside my vagina?”
I cringe. “I could maybe…fish it out?”
“I like that idea much better,” she says, flopping back on the bed and opening her legs like I’ve seen on shows when women are preparing to give birth. “Use the flashlight on your cell phone.”
“Right.” I fumble around on the end table until I find it and switch on the light.
Her hand grips me around the wrist firmly. She cranes her neck, lifting her head to meet my gaze. “Don’t you dare snap any pictures while you’re down there.”
After a quick look-see, I toss the phone to the side, deciding it’s more helpful to have the use of both hands than a spotlight. “Relax,” I say again, attempting to insert two fingers into her pussy to no avail. She’s got that thing locked up tighter than Fort Knox. “Baby, you have to ease up, or we’ll have no choice but to make a trip to the emergency room.”
“I’m trying,” she cries, and I hear a sniffle.
The sight of her tears fucking guts me. “There!” I say, as I slide the slippery rubber out. “And still completely intact.” I hold it out for her examination.
Whitney pinches the bottom where my release is still puddled inside before drying her eyes on the sheet and collapsing with relief.
“Add condom fisher-outer to your list of jobs.”
Waking up to Whitney draped across my chest is my new favorite thing in life. The warmth of her bare breasts. Her hair tickling my nose with every intake of breath. The steady cadence of her heartbeat thrumming against my ribs…
My own version of heaven.
It’s a little after six in the morning, but the room is already bathed in sunlight thanks to neither of us thinking to shut the balcony before passing out last night. No matter. I’d be awake either way. At least the orangey glow allows me to enjoy the view while I trail my fingertips along her spine and watch her squirm.
“Good morning,” she rasps, stretching her legs out with a yawn. Her sex-tousled hair falls around her face in a veritable rat’s nest. “Someone’s happy to see me.” She trails a hand over my morning wood, causing me to leap up and haul it to the bathroom in a hurry.
“Someone’s gotta pee,” I chant on my way, laughing at her loud, exaggerated groan.
“I was about to take advantage of that,” she grumps.
“No worries.” I return with a lingering semi dangling between my legs while drying my freshly washed hands on a towel. “You’re only a few pumps away from paradise.”
Her answering laugher fills my soul, as I leap into the bed beside her and proceed to demonstrate just how quickly our little dilemma can be remedied.
“These things are sinfully delicious,” she garbles around a mouth full of food while we look for a decent spot on the New Year’s Day parade route. It isn’t for a few hours yet, but pretty soon there won’t be a square foot of sidewalk to stand on. We post up next to each other on the curb in a nice shaded spot to wait it out.
“You have a little something right there.” I start to dust the falling powdered sugar from her breasts, but she swats my hand away.
“I was saving that for later.”
“For me? Or yourself?”
She waggles her brows. “Here,” she says grabbing a beignet from her little white pastry bag. “Eat one so I don’t feel like such a pig.”
Between bites we talk about everything and anything from the antics she and Kate got into as little girls to my stint in rehab when Mimi found pot in my room.
“She sent you to rehab for a little pot?”
I widen my eyes and gawk at her. “You met the woman! Mimi don’t play. And for what it’s worth, it worked. I never touched the stuff again.”
She giggles. “I was raising a baby while my friends were going through that phase.” Her smile wobbles. “I used to think I missed out on so much, but now I really believe Prissy saved me from a world of heartache and bad decisions.”
“It’s true,” I agree fervently. “You’re so much more mature than other girls I’ve dated that were your age.”
“And inexperienced,” she adds, her cheeks turning rosy.
“That’s a positive.”
“Is it?” Fuck, she’s adorable.
“Hell yeah!” I tip her chin up and meet her gaze. “Now I get to show you the ropes.”
She shakes her head to herself. “I’ve had plenty of sex, Wyatt.”
No need to brag, Whit.
“You don’t have to be a virgin to be innocent, love.”
She folds her arms over her knees, resting her head on top and angling it my way. “Explain.”
“Well, your lack of interest in relationships has kept your heart pure.” I brush a lock of hair behind her ear to better see her features. “I don’t take the honor of being your first love, lightly.”
“How do you know I didn’t love Prissy’s dad?” she counters.
I wave that pesky thought away. “Impossible. You’re way too smart to fall for someone like that.”