Page 62 of The Love Playbook

Maybe it’s for the best. There’s no way he’s going to go for traditional penis in vagina sex with the risk of pregnancy hanging over his head the way it is. Not until he’s okay with the possibility of getting his partner pregnant. Which, for Jackson, means a long-term relationship.

Since that’s not on the table here …

As much as I’m actually fine with what we have, the reality is, our deal was for me to show him the ropes, so to speak. Introduce him to the pleasures of sex in all the forms he’s willing to engage in them and help him gain some level of proficiency. He passed that goal a while ago.

Which means that our time together is nearly over.

He ends the kiss sooner than I’d like in light of my recent realization. It’s not that I didn’t know it was coming. It’s just that … well, we were supposed to have at least one more week. One more Wednesday. But now …

Sitting back on his knees again, his dick sticking out proud and straight, he looks at me all sprawled and flushed, then glances at my nightstand with a satisfied little grin on his face.

“What’s that look?” I ask.

His grin turns into a full-blown smile as he leans over me and tugs my nightstand drawer open. “It’s just that I know exactly where the condoms and lube are now.”

Laughing, I turn my head to watch his big hand dip into the drawer. “Just the lube today.”

He gives me a questioning look. “What happened to always use a condom no matter what?”

“For penetrative sex, yes, you definitely should do that.”

A frown wrinkles his forehead, his hand still in the drawer. “And what are we doing, then?”

I hold out my hand. “Lube, please.”

Slowly, he pulls the bottle of lube out of the drawer and places it in my open palm. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this to be how today ended. I figured after however long organizing took, we’d both be too tired and/or too irritated with each other to do anything other than maybe order a pizza and collapse. So I didn’t exactly prep for anal.”

His brow smooths as I talk, and I hold up the bottle of lube between my thumb and finger. “But I was thinking we could try something else you might enjoy.”

“Imight enjoy it? Meaning you won’t?”

“Well, I already got mine,” I laugh. “After that performance, I don’t think I could handle a repeat right now.” That delighted grin is back. “And don’t worry, I’ll enjoy it. Just not quite as much as you.”

“Alright. You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

I pull the pillow out from behind my head so I’m lying flat on the bed. “Come here,” I tell him. “Straddle my torso.”

His brows pinch together again, but he follows my directions, stopping over my hips.

“Closer.” Setting down the lube next to me, I reach for him, pulling on the backs of his thighs to urge him forward. “You’re gonna fuck my tits. So you need to get close enough so your dick is on my sternum.”

His eyebrows jump up his forehead, his lips parting in surprise. “I’m gonna fu …” He doesn’t even finish his repetition of my statement as he positions himself where I want him.

“Yup.” I grab the lube and hand it to him. “You’ll need this. Squirt some between my boobs, then hold them together and do your thing.”

His eyes meet mine. “And what’ll you get out of this?”

“The pleasure of watching you unravel.”

He studies me for a moment, his face solemn. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Another moment where he examines my face, and then he’s flipping open the cap and cold lube hits my sternum. He takes a moment to spread it around my chest before rubbing some on his dick.

Watching him stroke himself right in front of my face has me licking my lips in anticipation. He notices and cocks an eyebrow. “You want a taste?”

“Always.”

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