"You know," he smirks, "that you can be a real handful sometimes, right?" I nod my head in response. I then tell Christian to come with me, but to close his eyes, he obeys, and I lead him to the corner of the room, where he took me the first night I was here, push him up against the corner, and slip into his shirt, stretching it out. He flinches, but keeps his eyes closed. That's when I cover his eyes with my hand, just in case, and start licking his abs. "Raegan, move your hand..." "You don't need to see me for me to fuck you..." I respond to his unfinished request. "I suppose you're right... but then I won't be able to get you pregnant..." he jokes, and I respond with, "Well, I wouldn't want a slut getting me pregnant anyways..." I chuckle at my own joke, but Christian looks offended. "I'm not a slut! Ok, well, maybe just a little..." he retorts. "But if you'd let someone that wasn't a slut get you pregnant, I'd quickly change my ways." He finishes. "I'm not ready yet..." I say, and remember the first time we tried it. "Oh, I see... I guess you don't want us to use condoms after all, huh?" he asks, and I shake my head, "Not yet, at least." Christian then kisses me harder than he ever has before, and before our kiss is over, he has my blouse and my bra undone, and is taking them off... "Christian..." I moan quietly when I feel his hot lips on my breasts. "Are you gonna wait till I finish?" "What difference does it make?" I reply, as I feel him sucking gently on my nipples, and biting them lightly with his teeth, making me whimper softly. I wrap my fingers in his hair, and pull his head up so that I can suck harshly on his neck, until he moans loudly. When I feel his cock throbbing between my legs, I quickly jump up and out of his grasp, "No..." I say "Not yet..." and the I run away, into the wide open street, at least I can put my blouse and underwear back on, plus, my blouse is long enough that people might think they have shorts underneath them...