It's not that she doesn't practice it (because she does) but because it's delaying what she wants at this moment, but she reaches for his wallet and opens it. To her credit, she doesn't look for photos or IDs or other things that a man might carry in his wallet - instead she finds the packet of foil and takes it out, pushing the wallet way after.
She opens it, orients the condom in her fingers and strokes it over his erection, fingers brushing it down. When it's on she leans back up against him, her face in his neck, and nips the skin there. It's not enough to leave a mark but enough to be felt, tugging along his collarline.
From where she is her voice is muffled, a bit]
You don't need me to ask you, do you? I will, if you want.
[The hint of desperation in her voice is pretty clear, though]
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It's not that she doesn't practice it (because she does) but because it's delaying what she wants at this moment, but she reaches for his wallet and opens it. To her credit, she doesn't look for photos or IDs or other things that a man might carry in his wallet - instead she finds the packet of foil and takes it out, pushing the wallet way after.
She opens it, orients the condom in her fingers and strokes it over his erection, fingers brushing it down. When it's on she leans back up against him, her face in his neck, and nips the skin there. It's not enough to leave a mark but enough to be felt, tugging along his collarline.
From where she is her voice is muffled, a bit]
You don't need me to ask you, do you? I will, if you want.
[The hint of desperation in her voice is pretty clear, though]