“You’re undoubtedly full of yourself again, huh.”
I laugh, swatting his bicep. It’s firm and—let’s face it—delicious. I can’t help but love this confident, playful side of him. It feels like the truest version of Andreas, the one he shows when the weight of losing his brother doesn’t press so heavily on him. Sometimes his self-assurance carries a darker edge, but now? Now it’s nothing but joy.
“You’re living proof of how amazing I am.” He grins.
Those mischievous sparks are back in his eyes, banishing the earlier chaos and replacing it with a sense of peace. He’s still propped up on his elbow beside me, and the hand on my chest has now resumed its exploration over the curves of my breasts, paying special attention to my hardened nipples. This man is relentless, I don’t know how many orgasms I have in me, but I’d bet there’s at least one more.
* * *
Last night was heavenly. Apparently, I had more orgasms in me than I ever imagined, and by the time we finally collapsed into exhaustion, the first light of dawn was already creeping in.
I’ll definitely need to wash the sheets today.
This time, I wake up before Andreas, and for the first time, I have the chance to really study him calmly. His hair shines even in the soft light, his dark eyebrows are striking, and his lashes—now that I notice them—are surprisingly long. His body looks like it belongs on the front page of a magazine. I still can’t quite grasp how I ended up with someone as perfect as Andreas. I know I don’t really have him, not really. I also know he’s not perfect, Andreas isn’t a simple man, and yet to me, he’s perfect. The thought catches me off guard, but I can’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t want to be with him. He’s addictive, and both my body and soul crave him. Despite Anna’s warnings, I’m falling for the man lying here beside me. He still smells a bit like sweat, but it’s a delicious, masculine scent that already feels so familiar. I have to restrain myself from sniffing his body. I sigh and start to climb out of bed to shower, but before I know it, I’m on my back, and Andreas has me firmly trapped between his arms and legs. Deliciously captured.
“You were awake?” I squeak, startled.
“Oh, I’m definitely awake now.”
I feel his morning erection pressing between my thighs. I’m still a bit sore from last night, but I don’t care much because I already want him again. We rub our bodies against each other, and the tension builds quickly. I grab his chest, but then he lets out a muffled groan and makes a frustrated face.
“Nora, we have to stop, I don’t have any condoms with me. Next time, I’ll damn well bring a whole pack.”
“I’m on the pill and have always been safe, so if you’re okay with it, it’s fine with me without one.”
I blush and really hope my horny body isn’t making stupid decisions for me. He’s silent for a few seconds, and from his expression, I can’t tell much except that the gears in his head are turning at full speed. A sudden wave of uncertainty washes over me. What if he does have something? I know I’m not his first. Or maybe he doesn’t trust me? The awkwardness between us feels unbearable, and I start to regret saying anything.
“Sorry, if it’s better not to, then we don’t have to, we can also…”
His thumb presses softly against my lips, his other hand cupping my cheek to silence me.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, Nora. I’ve never even thought about it.” Oh. “I’m one hundred percent healthy. Before you, it had been a long time, and I got tested during that period. Are you sure?”
A strange sense of pride blooms in my chest. I feel honored to be the first woman he’ll truly feel this way. And I want to be the last. We’re about to share something deeply intimate for the first time, and while I’m wildly excited, I can tell he’s even more nervous than I am.
“Absolutely sure. Take me, Andreas.” He may hold all the power, but I know exactly what to say to get him where I want him. Not that it’s hard.
“Fuck, Nora, you only have to ask me once.”
I know.
His kiss is wild, almost chaotic, as his fingers explore how wet I already am. If he needed proof of my readiness, he has it now.
“Nora, I can’t wait, I’m already on the edge.”
The tip of his cock teases my wet opening.
“Then don’t make me ask a second time, Andreas.”
He growls low in his throat, and inch by inch, he fills me, stretching me as he goes. He’s slow, savoring the feeling, his face tense with effort as he fights for control. I can see how close he is to unraveling.
“Nora, you’re so tight, this feels so good, I won’t last long.”
In response, I squeeze him with my pelvic muscles. His eyes blaze with passion, locking onto mine as he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. He begins to move, each thrust steady and deliberate, building into a relentless rhythm. The only sound is the slap of our bodies meeting, and he feels so impossibly good that I can barely think. One hand releases my wrist, his balance shifting as he reaches between us, finding my clit with expert precision. The extra touch pushes me over the edge, and within moments, we climax together. I lose all sense of time, of my name, of anything except the man on top of me. I know I’ll never have another man like Andreas in my bed.
* * *
After we showered together and drank a much-needed coffee, we say goodbye to each other. Something I’m finding harder to do every time. But I know it’s unavoidable. This week, Andreas is heading to Berlin for a few days for a conference. I’m already dreading his absence and wondering how I’ve become so dependent on him so quickly. He promises to visit me once more before he leaves, sometime between our busy work schedules, and afterward, we’ve planned a weekend getaway by the sea. He and his brother own a villa in Zeebrugge. It’s the perfect place, he assures me, to escape our hectic lives for a while. I love the sea and the feeling of sand between my toes. The weather forecast is still promising, so I’m incredibly excited about it. But honestly, what I’m most excited about is having Andreas all to myself for two whole days and nights. The plans he keeps making for us fill me with joy, so I’m not complaining. Still, there’s a question I can’t shake off.
