“Are you asleep?” he rasped. I shuddered involuntarily, imagining it. Five to seven minutes of uninspired thrusting that would come to a grinding halt when he came faster than he thought he would. After he got rid of the condom, he’d be out like a light. Was this really all I could hope for? I rolled onto my back. Maybe it was. He brushed a palm over my stomach beneath the oversized t-shirt. “Yeah?” he asked, his gaze heated. “Eat me out first.” His lips spread into a wide grin before he vanished beneath the covers. Instead of five to seven minutes, now, maybe I’d get eight.
