She was all kinds of fluid grace, liquid sex in a human form as she stalked over to the bed, taking off her clothes along the way. If he hadn't been fully erect by then, he would have been, and as it was he found himself letting out a pained sound as his cock throbbed behind his pants. When she bent over to pull her pants down, he let out a very low groan, seeing the way the fabric of the panties was darker between her legs. Jesus. Jesus H Fucking Christ.

It wasn't until she held up the condom that he felt a flood of relief mingle in with chafing need and want and needwant. He stared for a moment, mind sort of trying to play catch up, but his hands were moving to undo his pants, legs moving so his feet could work to kick off his shoes as he headed towards the bed. God, please help him not to suck. Or explode before he got to do anything. He couldn't take that.