"Good thing it's more fun if I do it," she murmured, head tipped back, throat exposed as he kissed her. She was distracted from the task, lost in the feeling of his mouth on her, the taste of herself on his lips and for a moment, all she could do was press closer to him, toward the heat of his body. Then she shifted, the tips of her fingers slipping down his chest and then over his stomach until she could take his cock in her hand. She wanted him so badly it was like an ache, deep and desperate, but she wanted it to go on forever, too. She wanted to make it good for Delta.

Slowly, she moved her fist around him, then pulled her hand back briefly to tear open the package and within a moment, she was rolling the condom down, her gaze on his face, watching his expression.