He won’t proceed until I agree. My comfort is all he cares about, even though the erection pressing against me tells me he wants this as badly as I do. “I will.”
Reaching over to his nightstand drawer, he produces a brand new box of condoms, unopened until now. With smooth skill, he has one out of a packet and wrapped around his cock in mere moments, all of this under the blankets, while he keeps me nice and warm.
With the way heat’s been gathering deep within me, I think I’d be warm even if we were outside in the blizzard.
But we’re not. As the storm rages, wind and snow battering the world beyond these walls, Andrew turns me on my side to face him, nudges his thick cock at my entrance, then presses inside, kissing me tenderly.
When I gasp, he pauses to check my expression. When he’s assured I’m feeling good, he pulls back, then presses in again, whispering my name on a sigh that nearly brings tears to my eyes.
I’ve never been so cherished, or so protected, and it makes me a little sad about every other intimate experience I’ve had before tonight.
He moves inside me with a quiet certainty, like this was destined to happen, and I think it was. It feelsright,like nothing else ever has.
Our bodies dance together as if we’ve done this countless times before, but also like each stroke and thrust and touch is a revelation, new and unbelievably wonderful.
His cock fills me so completely, his powerful body keeps up a steady rhythm, and his hands and mouth never let me forget his focus is solely on my pleasure.
It makes me want to give him every bit of myself, and though I’m not holding back and I trust him completely, the impulse still scares me.
Andrew seems to sense the shift. “You okay?” He tips my chin toward him andstudies my face.
I squeeze one of his shoulders and nuzzle into his chest. “I’msogood. Don’t stop.”
He slides a hand over my hair, soothing me, cupping my head in his palm, as his other hand does the very opposite of soothing. His fingers find space between us to focus on my clit, pressing and rubbing until I’m muffling my mouth into his shoulder to keep from screaming my pleasure for the whole house to hear.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant near his ear, until I can speak no more. My hips angle toward him, my body seizes in ecstasy, and I fall apart as his embrace keeps me secure enough to fully let go.
I unravel, everything in me that I’ve been holding so tightly is set free. I surrender to it all, and after a long, blissful moment, come out stronger on the other side.
Andrew slows his pace, but stays rooted inside me. His arms hold me close as he kisses my forehead and strokes hair back from my cheeks.
Faintly, I become aware of the weather outside again, but here there’s only warmth and closeness.
As my heartbeat returns to its new normal, he starts to move faster inside me. His fingers work at my clit again, and to my complete surprise, he brings me to release one more time before he begins to seek his own. As I’m coming off another high, Andrew tenses inside me, then lets go, his hips pumping, his hands keeping me close, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
When it’s over, there’s a moment where he seems almost startled by all that’s happened, but after a blink, that look isgone, and he’s all about soothing me and attending to my needs.
“Was that good for you?” I ask. I’ve never been with a man who did so much giving and so very little taking.
“Kira.” He puts so much into the two short syllables of my name.How could you ask that? My god, are you kidding me?His tone of voice, his eyes, his touch, and every line and muscle that make up his expression are sayingFuck, that was incredible.
He brushes a hand lightly over my stomach, reverent. “Areyouokay?”
“I’m so much more than okay.”
We kiss again, and it’s like a brand new thing. So much shared emotion, so much said with so few words.
We share a bond now, and even though it’s just emerging, it’s real, despite the complications that wait beyond this moment.
“What does this look like?” I ask. “With everything … with everyone.”
He props himself on one elbow, his expression thoughtful. “The three of us have shared a lot, but never a woman. As far as I know, none of us has ever done that.”
“And?”
He scrapes a hand over his head. His hair is always neat and tidy, but the way he ruffles it now makes me want to pull the covers over our heads and disappear with him fora while longer.
“This isn’t a normal situation,” he says. “We all care about you. Our lives are already tangled together in ways that don’t fit clean lines.”
