“Sounds good,” she says, then gasps when I slide my hands up her thighs and yank her panties down her legs. It’s not what I had in mind for our romantic evening, but it’s a language we know well…the way our bodies speak to each other. It’s easier than when I open my heart to her.
I push her skirt up over her hips and shove her knees wide. Gleaming lips peep from glistening auburn curls and I feel my mouth water.
“I suppose you’ve spent the week entertaining yourself with that collection of toys you have stashed away. I hope I can match up.” I make a joke of it, but secretly I resent those damn gadgets.
“Nope.” She gnaws her lip and I raise an eyebrow at her. “Nothing feels right…after…”
“After what?”
“After you.” She looks down.
Fucking excellent!
“I’m glad,” I growl, the sound coming from deep in my chest. I don’t plan to share her with anything, not even an inanimate object. Unless I’m the one wielding it – which is probably something we’ll try another day. Right now, I’m feeling like a starving man facing a pussy buffet. I dip my head and zone straight in on her clit.
“Fuck!” she blurts, grabbing the back of my head. I’ve been waiting all week for this, and I don’t plan to go easy on her. After getting used to having this glorious body at my beck and call all that time, I’ve been walking around with a permanent boner while I’ve been away.
I slide my tongue between her lips, tasting the bubbling slickness there before moving back to nuzzle her clit again. When I slide my finger into her cunt and crook it, her back arches and she pulls my hair harder.
“Yes! Jesus…like that…” She’s panting now, urgent. It feels like too long since I’ve felt her writhe against me, and I draw out the moments, taking her to the edge and then pulling away until she’s bucking and twisting.
“Fuck…Mateo, please!” she chokes eventually. I want to grin in satisfaction, but I keep working those little nerves, delving another finger into her until her cries grow frantic. When she comes, it’s like a sweet release and I slake my thirst on her pulsing pussy. She flops back onto the mattress, her dress still bunched around her waist.
“Now that’s fucking unacceptable,” I say.
“I dunno,” she says. “I thought you did okay, considering you’re rusty.” She peers up at me through dazed eyes.
“I meant this…” When I reach for the top of her dress and tear it open, she lets out a small cry. But her nipples are hard as fuck. “Better,” I say. Your tits are fucking world class.”
Though, as hard as those nipples are, they’re no match for my cock. I could shoot off just looking at her. Tits bared, legs splayed, thighs glistening with her juices…and between them…pure heaven.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say, because I know she loves it when I talk her through things. I pull her hips to the edge of the bed and position myself between those wide thighs. “I imagine you’re not going to want me to go easy on you…”
She shakes her head, still breathless, though my question was hypothetical. From the very first time we fucked, she’s demanded every inch of me with every ounce of strength I could muster. As if she’s driving something out of herself with my cock.
One day I’m going to do it differently. Slow. Gentle. I’ll whisper sweet words in her ear.
Now is not that day. I ram home and she yells, her back bowing, head tilting back.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
I don’t wait for her to brace herself as I start thrusting. I doubt she wants me to. Tossing her head, her chest heaving, she’s goddamn magnificent in the way she consumes me. When I feel those wet velvety muscles beginning to spasm around my shaft, I’m a fucking goner.
“God!” I grit out, trying to maintain the tempo of my thrusts. But it’s hardly necessary. Andy’s jerking and twisting so violently, it’s a miracle I’m still in her at all. I grip her hips firmly, ram deep, and then feel myself explode in what I visualize as a goddamn volcanic eruption of cum. My balls empty themselves in great spurts that almost have my thighs cramping up.
“Jesus!” I choke out as I finally sink over her. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, keeping my face clasped between her sweet tits. “That was…” I shake my head. “Goddamn incredible.”
I don’t bother trying to describe it further. I don’t have words. I never do. I’ve never had a woman like this before. She takes me to new heights. I just wish she was as open with her heart as she is with her body.
‘Come here,” she mumbles, pulling me up her body. I half collapse on her as I move up the bed, then lift up carefully, trying not to crush her beneath my weight. She doesn’t seem to care though. She’s holding me tightly enough to make breathing difficult. “Thank you,” she says into my neck. “For everything.”
I drop onto the bed beside her and pull her into the curve of my body. “It was nothing.” I say, though it’s bullshit. It was everything. But that’s not what she wants from me. She doesn’t want the man who introduces her to the people who raised him. She doesn’t want the man who offers his heart on a platter. She wants the man who’ll fuck her senseless and leave her feeling worthless. And in another time, I would have been happy to be that man. But not now. Not anymore.
“I…I love…” She takes a breath and I freeze. “I loved it.” I don’t say anything, waiting for her to go on. But she doesn’t. Her eyes have fluttered shut. And moments later, I’m watching her sleeping.
Chapter 17
Andy Carter
