“It’s been a while,” she mumbles, turning her head.
“Better for me. Don’t be shy.” I turn her chin with my finger and look into her eyes. “Be you.”
As my lips meet hers, my hand continues its exploration of her chest, eliciting soft moans and making her heart work hard. I feel its heavy beating under my palm, and I kiss her harder.
“What about your clothes?” she asks while her fingernails scrape my back under my shirt.
“I’m kind of hot in this flannel,” I mutter and sit up, ripping the already unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders. Quickly, I stand and get rid of the pants and boots. Everything thuds to the floor, and I’m back next to Andi in a hot minute, wearing only my boxer briefs.
I watch her gaze gulp me in, and I resist smiling. I may smirk, but when she sits and pulls her shirt off, leaving her in a matching bra and thong, I swallow, my words gone. She’s gorgeous.
We lie back down, front to front, on our sides, beginning a casual exploration of each other’s bodies. It feels new, but it also seems familiar. It’s all right and sexy as fuck.
Her hand slides over my side, down further, over my hip and around front. My own heart pounds in anticipation. When she takes hold of me, I fear I may burst. From a tug and a squeeze.
I capture her lips in mine, demanding control of the situation, and gently move her hand around to my ass. “Ladies first.”
From there, I let my fingers do the talking. Tickling her hip, making their way to her heat, opening, entering, pleasing. She’s had a baby, but this feels new, bright, or some shit like that. Whatever, she clenches around my fingers, and suddenly I’m ET with his heart lighting up in his chest. Or a porn star with an erection the size of the Empire State Building.
“Reid ...” She says my name on a breath.
“Get there,” I tell her.
“Oh, I’ve not ... in so long. You probably think ...”
“Shhh.” I bite her lower lip and she goes off. My hand rides the crest and doesn’t stop until the waves of her orgasm have subsided.
“Need a moment?” I ask, and she blushes.
“I may,” she says, teasing me.
“Oh yeah, wait until—”
“There’s more?”
When she interrupts, I can’t help it. I nudge her onto her back and roll on top, running my length along her heat.
“Protection,” she mumbles.
“I got it.” I stand, grab a condom, and hurry to put it on, then get back to what I was doing.
I enter slowly, taking my time moving in and out. Andi brings her legs around and clenches my ass with her feet, and I dive deeper.
She says something like, “Whoa.”
“Good?” I ask.
She nods and then mutters the magic word. “Faster.”
I’m not going to lie; I go a little faster than I would like. But then Andi says I can sleep over, and I take my time the second time around.
Morning, lovers.
It’s impossible not to get bit in the butt by Scrooge this time of year.
Evil shopping circulars, incessant emails notifying you of sales, and kids whining everywhere. ’Tis the season from Black Friday to New Year’s Day.
Which is why we all need to give two thumbs up for Lila, a bright spot on the web. That little three-year-old midget can really make ya laugh. I love this kid. I know, I know, you’re wondering if I recently got hit on the head and am suffering a mild concussion, or have a personality disorder.
