He broke the kiss first. “Need you.”

“Yeah.”  Willow reached between their bodies and massaged the bulge in his pants. His eyelids drooped and his lips parted.  The muscles in his jaw tensed. She popped the button on his jeans and tugged his zipper. His cock poked out of the opening in his boxers. She wrapped her fingers around his erection and stroked him.

“Shit that feels like heaven.” Mr. Handsome kept one arm around her and fumbled in his pocket with his other hand. He took a condom from his wallet. Good thing one of them thought about protection.  A bit of her gumption melted away.

“Never want to hurt you.” He nuzzled her neck, rubbing his nose over her skin. “Ever.” He placed the condom in her hand. “Please?”

Willow took the hint and sheathed him. She shifted, yanking her skirt up out of the way. He stroked the length of her inner thigh.

“Fuck,” he bit out and grasped her hips. He hiked her flush to his chest and moved her panties to the side. His cock throbbed against her clit, sending shivers through her body.

“Fuck me.” Willow rested her forehead on his.

“No.” He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder. The word vibrated her nerve endings. “Making love to you.”

She opened her mouth to correct him and he took her breath away when he entered her. Willow gasped at the tight fit. She whimpered and rocked her hips, sending him deeper into her pussy.