Page 40 of The Hang Up
He laughed and stood up, already halfway to the sideboard. “What happened to ‘no fooling around’?”
“I meant it,” she said. “Mostly. But a lady must be prepared for anything.”
“Thank God for that.”
He grabbed the condom from the drawer and headed back to her, tearing the wrapper as he went. She set a hand on his and stopped him. “Let me,” she said, then took it from him and reached for his cock once more. “I want to feel you again.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be feeling a lot of me in just a few seconds.”
She laughed and slid the condom on with expert hands. Jason reached for her again, a little dumbstruck by how this whole lesson was turning out.“Do you have any more dinner etiquette suggestions for me? Anything about choosing the right tie or sniffing the wine cork or something?”
“How about a lesson on tipping,” she said as she drew him closer and slid the head of his cock along her wet opening. She drew him inside, just the tip, and Jason gave a low moan of pleasure.
“Just the tip?”
“No way,” she said, drawing her legs up behind him and pressing her heels into his back. “I want the whole thing.”
“Whatever you say,” he said, and slid deep inside her.
She cried out, her ankles locking behind him as he started to move inside her. He went slowly at first, giving her time to adjust, but it was clear Miriam didn’t need that.
“Fuck me!” she gasped as her thighs clenched around him. “God, yes! Like that.”
Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He was a lot better at taking direction with sex than he was with table manners, which seemed to bode well for both of them.
He drove into her again, loving the way she moved beneath him. This wasn’t a woman content to lie passively beneath him, batting her lashes like a princess. Miriam knew how to fuck back, how to take what she wanted, how to move her hips to bring him right to the edge.
He held his breath, not ready for this to be over yet. Maybe he could slow his pace, recite the user manual for his snowmobile or envision his favorite hiking trail to keep his brain locked on something besides the fact that he was dangerously close to coming inside her.
“I’m close,” she gasped.
“Thank God.”
He drove into her hard, and Miriam arched up again, pressing herself against him. He glanced down at where their bodies joined, mesmerized by the sight of her wrapped tightly around him as he slid himself deep inside her again and again until he felt something burst behind his eyelids.
“Christ!” he ground out as he exploded inside her, driving harder and harder until they were both spent.
When they stopped moving at last, Miriam gave a sigh of contentment and angled up on her elbows again. “Well,” she said. “That etiquette lesson went a little differently than I expected.”
Jason grinned. “Do I get a gold star?”
“You get something, all right.” She smiled back and pulled him down for another kiss.
* * *
As Miriam mulledher usual array of normal postcoital activities, it occurred to her that doing the dishes had never made the list.
Then again, she’d never slept with Jason Sanders before.
“Careful,” he said as he glanced up from the salad bowl he was drying. “I dropped a knife in there somewhere under all those suds.”
“Was it my puntilla knife or my boning knife?”
“Again with the dirty talk?”
She snorted and slipped her hand carefully into the sudsy water so she could feel around along the bottom of the sink. “Got it.” She fished out the knife and gave it a good scrub before handing it to him and plunging her hands back into the dishwater.
There was something utterly perfect about standing shoulder to shoulder with him at her kitchen sink, scrubbing and drying in tandem like an old married couple. She’d tried to insist he leave them all to her, but he’d insisted with equal fervor that he wanted to help.
