A Chat

Brooklyn pushed herself up on the bed and ran a hand through her hair, she had that complete after sex look working for her. If you had your way though, you weren’t done yet.

“Fuck... that was risky earlier today” she breaks the silence, and you have to do everything in your power not to smirk. “But god it felt so good.”

Sensing a possible opening you make you way towards her and climb onto the bed slowly. “Well…we could always do it again” you comment as you kiss her bare shoulder.

Surprisingly she looks over at you, holding your gaze for a good moment and you can’t help but wish you knew what was going on inside her head. Here you were, a simple make-up artist, causing Brooklyn Decker to question her moral choices.

“I--I can’t…” she finally said, though not sound too confident. “It’s bad enough I fucked you twice already. I don’t need to make things worse.”

“Then we’ll stick to the condoms” you reasoned, no disappointment showing in your voice. To hell with it, the condoms were tampered with anyway. Sure you weren’t getting the same physical pleasure you got without a condom but you certainly weren’t going to complain while you were still pumping her with your spunk.

Again Brooklyn looked over at you, though this time there was a mischievous look in her eyes. “I want to try something new” she stated.

Immediately interested you raised your eyebrows questioningly. You didn’t know her sexual past so what she considered new was unknown. “Such as?”