Page 68 of The Holy Grail
Jules glanced back at him. “Where are you going?”
“Upstairs to get a condom. I don’t keep any here in the kitchen.”
“Why not? You should have them in every room in the house.”
“Every room? What if my mom comes to visit and goes to get a spoon and finds condoms in the drawer?”
“Well, you obviously wouldn’t put them in the silverware drawer. They’d be in an out-of-the-way drawer … you know, one she’d never look in.” She pointed toward the other side of the kitchen, where a row of drawers flanked the pantry door. “Like your junk drawer over there.”
“How do you know which one is my junk drawer?”
“I may have found it when I was snooping earlier,” she said. “And by the way, you don’t have very much junk in there, so it’s not even a very good junk drawer.”
Amused, he shook his head, then patted her ass cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t.” She reached out to stop him, almost shocking herself, when she added, “It’s fine. I’m on birth control.”
He hesitated. “Are you sure? I mean, we haven’t even discussed this—”
“I know, but we’re both clean. And … I think I’d like to try it bare.”
He was really turned on by the thought of going in bare, especially since he knew he’d be her first, but … “I’m not trying to talk you out of it, but it can be, you know, messy.”
“It’s fine, really,” she insisted. “And we’re in the kitchen, so there’s probably a bunch of cleaning products around, right?”
Despite the smothered laugh that escaped him (because was he supposed to wipe her down with antibacterial counter spray when they were done?), he got back into position, and yet as he lined up, he couldn’t help but pause to savor the moment.
“Are you okay back there?” Jules asked. “What’s going on?”
He cleared his throat in semi-embarrassment. “I was just savoring the moment.”
“This probably won’t be the only time we do it like this, you know.”
“I know, but this is kind of a big moment because it’s the first time.”
She couldn’t help but smile, because there were moments when he was just so damn adorable.
At the first push in, she groaned at the sensation of his penetration without the artificial layer of latex between them. He must have liked it, too, as his groan followed hers.
He found her above-average height to be really helpful, so he didn’t have to bend very much, especially when she was on her tip toes. He also liked the view of her ass while he was pushing in and out of her, and it made his thoughts drift to anal, and the question was out before he could stop himself. “Have you ever had, um … anal sex?”
“No.”
“Have you ever—”
“Wanted to? No,” she said, her words coming out in time with his thrusts. “My back door is exit only.”
They had just started to get into a really good rhythm, with Jules working to get herself off with one hand, while Malcom thrust into her from behind, when the waffle iron started to smoke a little.
At the burning smell, they both looked toward the waffle maker and saw what was happening.
“Oh, shit, it’s burning!” Jules cried out.
Galvanized into action, Malcom reached over and flipped the power switch, turning the waffle maker off. He then lifted the top part up, and that’s when the fire alarm start blaring overhead in a robotic voice.
“Fire! Fire! Fire!”
At the almost ear-piercing noise, Dawn Corleone raced out of the room, adding to the chaotic moment.
