She’s not protected right now

Kira says hesitantly, “I was having some problems with my birth control—I had to switch—I don’t think I’m actually protected at the moment. Do you have a condom?”

“No, I don’t,” I answer quietly, wincing inwardly to watch her face fall. “However, I can promise to pull out. We won’t get you pregnant, don’t worry.”

The smile returns to Kira’s face like the sun rising. “I was afraid—I was afraid I was going to have to wait . . . I want you so much, Ben—I need to feel you so badly . . . I think I’d almost rather risk getting pregnant than leave without you—fucking me . . .”

I bend down to kiss her forehead. “No need for that, baby girl,” I say tenderly. “We don’t have time for a marathon session right now, but you won’t have to leave unsatisfied. Do you know what position you want to start with?”