Jack took a few deep breaths once she let go of him, trying to force himself back under control. Katelynn’s mention about condoms actually helped; it brought him back to reality at least a little. “… O-of course. Do we have any left?” He scooted over to the edge of the bed and began rummaging in the drawer of the nightstand. They’d made love the night before he left, but he couldn’t recall if …
They were in luck. He quickly retrieved one of the little foil-wrapped packages and tore it open. As he was fitting the latex circle against the purple tip of his erection, however, he paused. He watched Katelynn, lying spread on the sheets, waiting for him. The candlelight turned her creamy skin golden, and brought out the gold highlights in her sandy-brown hair. He wanted so much to please her, to show her she was loved and didn’t have to be nervous.
He remembered something he’d read in a womens’ magazine once (when you were stuck in an office waiting room and bored out of your giant blue head, anything looked good to read). “Katelynn, w-would you help me put it on?”
Jack Maple 