adult content warning – as if the title wasn’t an indicator!
please note this IS fiction. Any resemblance to anyone the author knows (in Biblical or other senses) in real life is purely coincidental.
They say condoms aren’t sexy.
For real? Condoms? Condoms aren’t sexy?
Condoms are the sexiest part of sex.
Your mouth is swollen from kissing. Your tongue has the taste of your lover on it. Your bodies have been flush together for minutes that felt like hours and seconds all at once. Fingers have touched and tweaked in sensitive places and hips have bumped and rolled and moved in tandem. You’ve been so close, so warm and so together that you thought you might fuse into one.
And it’s all gone.
For a heart-stopping time-dragging moment you’re not together. You’re not even touching.
It’s agony. You need him so badly you can’t breathe.
And you’re watching him tear open a plastic wrapper, watching him kneel on the bed. Still you can’t touch.
Because thin latex skin is rolling over his skin and you can see each detail each inch as his cock is swallowed up in the luckiest piece of plastic in the whole world because it gets to surround him so tightly just like you want to, you can see what it’ll feel like as he pulls it, pinches the end, makes sure the bottom is secure so it won’t break. It’s masturbation and exhibitionism and holy fuck you want it to be you.
And it will be. Soon, very soon, you’ll be the sheath around him, you’ll be the comfort and the warmth that he eases into. You’ll feel him nestled deep inside you. You’ll make him pant and cry and moan. Soon. Very soon.
Soon, but not yet.
So all you can do is watch, your mouth dry but everything else wet. Feeling the seconds tick by in long, stammering steps.
It’s the instant before the dam breaks. Before he takes you in his arms and turns you into a diamond reflecting a thousand layers of sensation. It’s the soul-freeing moment before you take flight.
It’s the orgasm you have before you orgasm.
The sexiest part of sex.
