He sets the condom on the nightstand and stretches out beside me. “Let me get you ready.” “Shouldn’t I already be ready?” “You can never have enough foreplay.” He kisses me and trails his fingers down my stomach. He teases me with a gentle touch that lights me up and keeps me on edge, but never tips me over. Eventually he fits himself between my thighs and we make out, grinding against each other until I’m begging him for more.
