He worked her in tandem.Sinking his cock inside as his thumb retreated then vice versa.Andrea’s hands balled into fists on the mattress, turning white.She wasn’t telling him to stop so he kept going, working her faster.He squatted down and thrust his hips forward to rub his cock against the front of her walls while his free hand gripped her hip, holding her in place.
Andrea shuddered and cried out his name as she climaxed.This time he let her take him over the edge.Jack’s hand tightened on her hip, and he groaned her name as he shot his load into the condom.His legs trembled from the force of his climax.
By sheer will, he pulled his finger and cock from her and stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash his hands.
He grabbed a washcloth and brought it back, finding Andrea had dragged her body up to the head of the bed.Her eyes watching him were drowsy.Her hair was a tangled mess, but she looked well pleasured.
“How did you know where the washcloths were?”she asked, taking it from him.
Shit, he shouldn’t know where it was.“It was sitting on the counter,” he lied.
“Oh, I don’t remember leaving one out.”She shrugged as she cleaned up and handed the rag back.
Jack tossed it in the sink and returned to the bed, snuggling up behind her.His arm wrapped around her waist, and he slid another hand under her pillow.He gave out a contented sign and closed his eyes, feeling sleep creeping up on him.
“Ready for sleep now?”
“No, now I’m hungry.”
Jack’s eyes sprang back open.“Not the reaction I was expecting, but whatever my lady wants.What shall I make you?”
Andrea turned over to face him, a small grimace on her face.“I unfortunately don’t have anything for breakfast.”
“That’s okay; we can go to my house, or I can take you out.”
“I vote eat out.”
“Well, if you insist.”Jack dove under the covers, heading straight for her core.
“Not that eating out,” she squealed, clamping her legs together and trying to push him away.“I need food, or I’ll perish.”
Jack popped back out of the covers, hovering right over her.“We can’t have that.Alright.”He hopped out of bed when all he wanted to do was crawl back into it and sleep for the next several hours.“Let’s go.”
Chapter 27
They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk to the restaurant Andrea liked to go to, though she hadn’t been there in a while.Eating out wasn’t a luxury she gave into often, but after the lack of sleep and orgasms, she wasn’t feeling motivated to cook, and she still didn’t completely trust Michael’s cooking.Knowing her luck, he’d try to sneak another fish into her scrambled eggs.She shuddered at the thought.
“You cold?”Michael asked as if he’d felt her shudder.
“No, I’m good.”She had never had somebody so attuned to her body before.Not just sexually—though that had been a bonus—but just giving her their undivided attention.
Michael released her hand and wrapped his arm around her, pressing their sides tightly together.It was sweet he wanted her close even as it terrified her with how much she was enjoying it.She hadn’t wanted to like Michael let alone start to fall for him.
Men in her past hadn’t cared much about her pleasure or her thoughts.They were more focused on themselves than her.Michael seemed genuinely interested in what she did and had to say.And the sex.She felt her cheeks heat at the things the man did to her body.Things she didn’t even know she liked.
Who would have guessed she liked her ass slapped or a finger in there?
“What are you thinking about?”Michael leaned down and whispered.
Her cheeks turned crimson.
“Now I have to know.”
“What we did earlier,” she whispered, not wanting people passing by to overhear.There was a small crowd of people for a Saturday morning, but they weren’t walking elbow to elbow crowded.
“Which part?My eating you out?Bringing you to multiple orgasms?”
“The other stuff,” she hissed and looked around to see if anyone had heard them talking.No one seemed to notice them.
