Page 78 of Secret Pucking Unicorn

“I wanted to have a spare.” My cheeks flush with something other than desire. I was afraid I’d somehow screw up getting the first one on.

“No, you only brought two? I don’t think it’s enough.”

Oh shit, my shy, sweet Daisy has an insatiable side to her.

“We’ll be home tomorrow night. And don’t you have a lot of work tomorrow for the game? Two should be enough.” I know I can go more than two times, but I’m not sure she can.

She shrugs. “We can do other stuff if necessary.”

My eyes almost cross at the thought of what “other stuff” she has in mind.

She puts one foil packet on the nightstand and studies the one she still holds.

“I watched a couple videos on how to do this, but this is the first time I’ve done it in person, obviously,” she murmurs.

With my broken hand, I’m not going to be of any help either.

“We don’t have to…” Not sure if I’m saying don’t have to use a condom or we don’t have to make love.

“No,” she says, ripping the foil. “I can do this.”

The way the tip of her tongue peeks out between her berry red lips belies her fierce concentration on the task before her. I want her tongue to do other things, but we have the rest of our lives for that.

“Okay, ready?” She holds up the condom in one hand while reaching for my stiff cock with the other.

“Whoa, how about some foreplay? Kissing? Caressing? I’m not a hunk of meat, Miranda.”

It’s not that I’m not ready to go, I’ve been ready for so long it’s bordering on painful, but I’m worried she isn’t ready…physically…even if she’s ready and raring to go mentally. I don’t want this to hurt or be uncomfortable for her. I always want her to find pleasure and love with me.

She looks up from my cock with wide eyes. “Oh, no, I’m sorry. It’s just that…I felt it, Declan. When the last bit of tea left my system, everything became crystal clear. What I want, how to be brave enough to get it. And this is me being brave. This is me taking what I want. You.” She shrugs, giving a wicked little grin. “But yeah, kissing is good too. Whatever you need.”

“It’s not about what I need. It’s about both of us finding pleasure. Making love to each other.”

Scooting up the bed to lean on the pillow, I motion for Miranda to join me. She crawls up the mattress, and I’m ready to reconsider kissing and foreplay and pounce on her. If she knew I could see her delectable ass in the mirror on the dresser behind her as she crawled toward me, she’d die of mortification. It will be a secret I’ll keep to myself. She cuddles up next to me, and I wrap my arm around her. I’m careful not to hit her with my splint. I pluck the condom from her fingers.

“Hi,” she whispers. Propping her chin on her hand resting on my chest.

“Hello,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her.

I meant for the kiss to be gentle and languid, but it soon sparks like a wildfire. We are caressing and fondling everywhere we can reach. Since I’m limited to one hand, I make ample use of my lips and tongue. With the three good hands we have between us, we get the condom on and I’m slipping into her slick heat with a moan. We are lying on our sides, face-to-face. Miranda’s leg is thrown up over my hip and I’m grateful for the flexibility years as a cheerleader have given her.

The sensations are incredible and I’m determined to last longer than I did our first time together. With my good arm, I gather her close and go back to kissing her, the slow sweep of my tongue against hers matching the slow, steady rhythm of my hips. She’s tight and wet. My cock revels in the warm embrace it gets each time it enters her. I love this position. I’m able to squeeze her beautiful ass, look into her eyes, kiss her neck. I’m not worried about crushing her. Even when my hand is healed and other options are available, I’m still going with this at least some of the time. It seems gentler and more intimate. If Miranda’s moans and trembles are anything to go by, she likes it too.

However good it feels, it’s not giving us the ultimate satisfaction we are both craving. Miranda pushes me to my back and straddles my hips, guiding my length into her until I’m fully sheathed and she’s gasping. Leaning forward to rest her hands on my shoulders, she rocks, slowly at first, to find her rhythm and motion. I use the fingertips of my splinted hand to gently push the tendrils escaping from her ponytail away from her face.

“I love you, Declan,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine.

My uninjured hand is on her hip, helping her set the pace she needs to find satisfaction.

“I’ve always loved you, Miranda. I always will,” I promise when we break our kiss to enable Miranda to sit up and change the angle of our lovemaking. She must have found the right spot because her eyes lose focus and close halfway while her breathing turns to gasps. I brush my thumb over her clit a few times and that’s all it takes. She tightens around me as she cries out my name. That’s what I was waiting for. With a few hard upward thrusts of my hips, I’m tumbling over the edge to my own orgasm.

She collapses on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. We are both trying to catch our breath. My eyes are closed, but I can feel her trembling and worry she’s cold. Then I realize she’s laughing. Is that a good sign? She presses a kiss to my jaw and rests her cheek against my shoulder with a sigh.

“I told you the next time would be better,” she murmurs.

She was right. And the time after was even better than this.

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