Her fingers fumble for my belt and she has it undone and my pants falling to my ankles so fast. I love how much she wants me. It’s a fraction of my feelings mirrored back at me. I reach down to grab a condom from my wallet, but she stops me. “I’m on birth control.” She turns and moves her long, brown hair so I can unzip her and then she lets the red material fall to the floor. She’s bra-less and only her small, matching red panties adorn her skin. “I don’t know how I survived a day without you.” She smiles. “I don’t know how you did either.”
