She reached for him.

He came back up over her and she worked his sweatpants down and freed him and wrapped her hand around his cock — warm and hard — and stroked him slowly and watched his jaw go tight and his eyes go dark and heavy and felt the specific satisfaction of the morning and him and this.

She stroked him thoroughly — her grip firm, her thumb moving over the head — and he made sounds that were completely unguarded and real and she wanted more of all of them.

He reached for his wallet on the nightstand.

She took the condom from him and rolled it...