“I know, dear, but you gave me the idea you wanted gentle.” He slipped a hand up her skirt as his other hand snaked behind her head, kissing her deeply. He groaned softly as he felt the heat through her panties. “Holding out on me.” He muttered it quickly against her lips, not willing to fully break the kiss. He did, though, to lay her down on the bed. He climbed over top of her and his eyes met hers as a palm ran up her stomach, groping one of her breasts a bit harder than he probably should.
“Not,” she tried to protest. His weight settled over her and she groaned, eyes flickering. “Robert … ” It came out in a gasp, fingernails clenching into the blanket. She could taste his desire in the front of her mind, overwhelming. “Not holding out … ” One hand lifted to the back of his neck, pulling him down.
He obliged without a thought, claiming her lips once more. He pushed her skirt up, laying against her fully now. He groaned as he felt the heat through his pants, rolling his hips against hers. God, the friction…these clothes were in the way. He pushed her hair away as he moved to kiss at her neck. “I hope you don’t mind…I’m not feeling patient enough for foreplay…” he muttered absently, doing anything and everything to make her ass ready as he was.
“This isn’t foreplay?” Summer blinked for a moment. Not that it mattered; everything he did felt so good. She hoped he didn’t mind her inexperience — or the way his touch blanked her mind of everything except soft moans and whimpers. She gripped onto his shoulders helplessly.
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.”