What a joke.
Thoughts of numerous doctors’ offices, pokings, proddings, and devastating periods swept through Katie’s mind.
It was almost enough to kill the mood for her until Darío nibbled on her breast once more. That delicious sensation brought her right back to the moment at hand.
“It’s not an issue,” she murmured.
“What?” he asked, still intent on her breasts.
“Protection. It’s not an issue,” she said. More like gasped, really, as Darío moved to her other breast, his tongue circling her tender nipple. “I…I can’t…get pregnant, remember?” Her voice quivered, but from passion, not from the pain that usually accompanied such announcements of her infertility.
He lifted his head, stared at her and nodded, understanding. Looking sorry that he’d brought up the subject. “And the other?”
Other? What other? Then Katie remembered protection was used for more than unwanted pregnancies. It had been so long since unprotected sex was any kind of issue for her.
“I was tested after I found out Ron had cheated. I’m fine.” She wouldn’t go into the humilia tion she’d felt at asking for STD and HIV test s after being married for so long . The nurses had heard, of course, that Ron had left her, had found someone who could bear him a child. They treated her with respect and just a touch of pity. It was another one of those times she hated living in a small town.
“I was tested for my yearly physical a few months ago, and have been with no one since,” Darío said.
She believed him. Maybe that was naïve of her. But he believed her . Plus, she desperately wanted this man inside her. To pound into her. To pound out all thoughts. To pound away everything and everybody else. If only for now. If only for one night.
“Then we’re good to go,” she said, wriggling under him. She took a hand from his head and stroked down his back. “Or we will be when you get those pants off.”
He chuckled and kneeled up to undo his belt and fly. She brushed his hands away, undid the zipper and eased his pants and briefs down to his knees just as he made a move to stand up. Her movement made him lose his balance and he fell on the floor, his pants wrapped around his knees.
“Oh God, Darío , I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She peered over the edge of the bed to see him sprawled on the floor, legs held akimbo by his pants, his penis jutting and hard.
He waved away her offer of a helping hand and stood, taking his pants off at the same time. “You know, Gata , making love with you could be muy dangerous.”
Katie was almost offended until she saw the twinkle of humor in his warm, brown eyes. She sat back on her haunches and deliberately eyed his erection. “Enter at your own risk, then,” she purred.
His crooked smile ran through her, leaving her tingling almost as much as when he sucked on her nipple . “I believe I’ll take that risk.” He knelt on the bed, coming eye to eye with her. Without touching her body, he leaned forward to claim her mouth.
His kiss was hungry, urgent. He tasted of coffee and he smelled like sunshine and grass. It had been so long since Katie had been kissed by anyone other than Ron. Darío kissed so differently. He was raw, untamed. It was such a contrast to the poised, controlled man Katie had watched on the golf course for two days. This man did not kiss like a man who limited his beer intake. This man did not kiss like a man so disciplined he would shoot balls well into the twilight until he holed ten bunker shots in a row.
This man did not kiss like Ron.
That was the main thing. There would be nothing with Darío that would remind her of Ron. They were too different. Darío was dark, for one. His arms were much darker than the rest of him, of course, due to being on the course in golf shirts every day. A farmer’s tan was what they called it in Michigan. But the rest of his skin was still a golden brown.
Ron was fair, blond and blue-eyed just like herself.
Thoughts of numerous doctors’ offices, pokings, proddings, and devastating periods swept through Katie’s mind.
It was almost enough to kill the mood for her until Darío nibbled on her breast once more. That delicious sensation brought her right back to the moment at hand.
“It’s not an issue,” she murmured.
“What?” he asked, still intent on her breasts.
“Protection. It’s not an issue,” she said. More like gasped, really, as Darío moved to her other breast, his tongue circling her tender nipple. “I…I can’t…get pregnant, remember?” Her voice quivered, but from passion, not from the pain that usually accompanied such announcements of her infertility.
He lifted his head, stared at her and nodded, understanding. Looking sorry that he’d brought up the subject. “And the other?”
Other? What other? Then Katie remembered protection was used for more than unwanted pregnancies. It had been so long since unprotected sex was any kind of issue for her.
“I was tested after I found out Ron had cheated. I’m fine.” She wouldn’t go into the humilia tion she’d felt at asking for STD and HIV test s after being married for so long . The nurses had heard, of course, that Ron had left her, had found someone who could bear him a child. They treated her with respect and just a touch of pity. It was another one of those times she hated living in a small town.
“I was tested for my yearly physical a few months ago, and have been with no one since,” Darío said.
She believed him. Maybe that was naïve of her. But he believed her . Plus, she desperately wanted this man inside her. To pound into her. To pound out all thoughts. To pound away everything and everybody else. If only for now. If only for one night.
“Then we’re good to go,” she said, wriggling under him. She took a hand from his head and stroked down his back. “Or we will be when you get those pants off.”
He chuckled and kneeled up to undo his belt and fly. She brushed his hands away, undid the zipper and eased his pants and briefs down to his knees just as he made a move to stand up. Her movement made him lose his balance and he fell on the floor, his pants wrapped around his knees.
“Oh God, Darío , I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She peered over the edge of the bed to see him sprawled on the floor, legs held akimbo by his pants, his penis jutting and hard.
He waved away her offer of a helping hand and stood, taking his pants off at the same time. “You know, Gata , making love with you could be muy dangerous.”
Katie was almost offended until she saw the twinkle of humor in his warm, brown eyes. She sat back on her haunches and deliberately eyed his erection. “Enter at your own risk, then,” she purred.
His crooked smile ran through her, leaving her tingling almost as much as when he sucked on her nipple . “I believe I’ll take that risk.” He knelt on the bed, coming eye to eye with her. Without touching her body, he leaned forward to claim her mouth.
His kiss was hungry, urgent. He tasted of coffee and he smelled like sunshine and grass. It had been so long since Katie had been kissed by anyone other than Ron. Darío kissed so differently. He was raw, untamed. It was such a contrast to the poised, controlled man Katie had watched on the golf course for two days. This man did not kiss like a man who limited his beer intake. This man did not kiss like a man so disciplined he would shoot balls well into the twilight until he holed ten bunker shots in a row.
This man did not kiss like Ron.
That was the main thing. There would be nothing with Darío that would remind her of Ron. They were too different. Darío was dark, for one. His arms were much darker than the rest of him, of course, due to being on the course in golf shirts every day. A farmer’s tan was what they called it in Michigan. But the rest of his skin was still a golden brown.
Ron was fair, blond and blue-eyed just like herself.
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