His pupils dilated, and his breathing quickened. “What’s with you not wanting foreplay?” he mumbled. He stroked her and slid his fingers inside her, groaning as she sighed. “It’s a fun part of the process.” “Foreplay’s to get you in the mood and I’m already in the mood. Come on.” He grabbed the packet of condoms, fumbling with the wrapping and cursing, then finally retrieved one and ripped it out of the packet, putting it on hurriedly. He pressed himself against her, but she wasn’t going to wait for him. She tightened her legs around him, and he swore and slid straight into her. She arched her spine, tipping her head back with a gasp as he filled her up, stretched her, swelling inside her. He held her tightly and mumbled something. Exhaling, she lifted her head. “What?” He shook his head. His eyes were so hot that if she’d been made of paper she would have sprung into flames.
