He laughed softly against her skin before he pushed up, resting back on his heels. “It is, but normally it lasts much longer.” He reached down and tugged her panties away, running his hands up her legs once more. He got up and quickly stripped, searching his pockets before he cursed under his breath. “…Fuck…no glove, no love, right?…” He was so angry with himself, why now of all times to be out of condoms…
Summer groaned, letting her head flop back against the covers. “Rob … ” She couldn’t help the whine that threaded her voice. Pushing up on her elbows, she looked at him, a little sulky, before she pressed her lips together. Very quietly, she said, “I, um, it’s okay. You don’t have to make an excuse.”
He looked up at her, thuroughly confused. “Excuse for what? I can’t just…” He moved to sit on the side of the bed. “You think I don’t want you or something?” he asked, placing his hand on hers, trying to ignore his raging hardon.
It seemed silly, when he put it into words like that. But she’d only ever had sex with one other man before, and her feelings were all tangled up. So she bit her lip, fixed her eyes on his hand, and nodded.