This should be a little scary. I’ve only known Andreas for a week or two, and he’s breaking into my house in the middle of the night to get into my bed. How did he manage that? Eric? Still, I have to admit that there’s nothing I want more than to have him here in my bed. His unexpected visit is incredibly arousing. I allow his hands to go anywhere they want and fear that I’ve officially lost my mind.
“I had to have you tonight, I want to be inside you,” he continues. His voice sounds hoarse and serious.
Oh, God.
I kiss him and immediately feel him taking over, devouring me desperately. I see an animalistic desire in his eyes and have never felt as desired as I do in this moment. His hands are possessive, rough, and everywhere. This time, I’m still dressed, and he’s already completely naked, but the imbalance is short-lived. I lift my hips as he pulls my pajama shorts down and lets them disappear off the bed. My top meets the same fate. Immediately, he finds my mouth again to consume me once more. Our bodies feel so soft, skin against skin, in stark contrast to the hardness in his eyes and the desperation in his touch. I want to ask him if something’s wrong, but I know the chances are slim that he’ll answer me now, and I don’t want this to stop. His body is speaking, and I’m here to listen. For now, that’s enough.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
I moan impatiently, grab his hair, and look at him. I can’t possibly keep up with his explicit talk, but I push my intimate spot against his hand as an answer. His fingers find my opening and push inside. “You’re ready for me,” he says almost matter-of-factly. I shamelessly push my pelvis further up.
“Always,” I reply.
He has the remote control to my body in his hands. With his fingers inside me and his thumb on my clitoris, he has control over every nerve pathway that branches out from there. His touch makes me float, my back arches, and my fingers grip the sheets. He stretches me further inside while rubbing harder. Hitting the exact spot only he could ever find, driving me utterly crazy, and I feel like I can’t hold it in much longer. I don’t even understand how he does it every time. I used to think I was the problem. Now I realize David was just a loser.
“Oh, God,” I gasp desperately.
“I know, baby. Look at me when you come. I need to see you, Nora.”
Once again, it’s his words, along with his skilled handiwork, that push me over the edge. I scream out, barely catching his gaze—a mix of determination and relief—before I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back. My body goes completely limp, and I could easily drift off again, exhausted and satisfied, but I know he’s not done with me yet. I hear the condom wrapper tear and an anticipatory electric shock shoots through my core again. I open my eyes once more, catch his fierce gaze, and know he’ll be merciless.
“I’m going to take you hard and make you come again, Nora.” Andreas doesn’t make empty promises.
“Andreas, please,” I beg.
He growls, clenches his jaw, and thrusts into me all at once. I have to adjust to his size again, but an initial sting quickly gives way to a deeper pleasure, exactly where only he can reach. He thrusts mercilessly, and I’m completely lost to the world. My breathing is so fast, shallow, and short. It’s too fast, too overwhelming, just minutes ago, I was asleep. I gasp for air and feel tears welling up behind my eyes, not from sadness or pain, but from pleasure and disbelief. He grabs my face and looks at me.
“You take me so well, Nora. Look at me, stay with me,” he says, followed by even more intense thrusts as he stares at me intently.
“I’m with you,” I pant.
But soon I’m not, because I lose myself completely in a second overwhelming climax. I shudder, tremble, and scream silently as I come hard. He grabs my butt firmly, lifts my pelvis slightly, and thrusts even deeper, reaching his own orgasm. He growls and bites his lip hard, trying not to wake the entire neighborhood. Sweat beads on his forehead and chest. He keeps moving in and out of me, making my own orgasm seem endless. I cling to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his hips. The sensations are overwhelming, almost too much to process. I feel like I’m floating, my body still trembling as he rides out his climax. He collapses onto me, not crushing me this time, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing heavily. I’m still nowhere near earth—my ears are ringing, my hands are tingling, I feel… bizarre.
“Andreas?” I ask with a hint of panic in my voice.
I stare blankly at the ceiling. He leans over me and looks at me with concern.
“Everything okay? Nora, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
I try to focus on his face.
“I’m seeing stars, my ears are ringing like crazy, and I can barely feel my hands,” I admit, still trying to catch my breath.
His eyes widen in surprise before one corner of his mouth quirks up into a smile. I have no idea what he finds amusing right now
“You’re hyperventilating, Nora, you’ve been breathing in too much oxygen for too long. It’s nothing serious, but you need to breathe more slowly now.”
Of course something like this happens to me. I groan in embarrassment, trying to adjust my breaths, but with no effect. On the contrary.
“Breathe slower, sweetheart. I’m here with you. In and out.”
He gently places his hand between my breasts and breathes with me, gradually slowing our rhythm. Propped on his elbow, he watches me, his presence so tender it actually calms me down. We lie like this in silence for a few minutes. Slowly, the ringing subsides, and my hands start to feel like mine again. I roll toward him and hold him tightly. We continue to breathe in sync for a while. I’m calm now, blissfully so, and the thought of being here with Andreas fills me with a joy so complete it almost hurts. The idea that this might not last forever is nothing short of unbearable. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly falling in love, if I’m not already there. There’s no shield left. I’ve given him everything. I cling to him harder, willing the moment to stretch out forever.
“Feeling better?” His eyes radiate concern.
“Yeah, it was scary for a minute, but I’m fine now. You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” I say, though I’m afraid it’s more likely he’ll leave me with a broken heart.
“We don’t want that, of course, but I can’t promise I’ll never take your breath away again.” He laughs seductively.
