It reallyhadbeen too long since I’d done this, but I was glad I’d broken the dry spell with Andy.
“Could say the same about you.” Andy smiled against my cheek, panting into my ear even as his fingers tightened in the pillow under my head, gripping harder with every controlled stroke.
This was bliss. I felt it as I pulled my knees up, arching my back so he could go deeper, my whole body singing with pleasure as his gorgeous cock hit every sensitive place I needed it to. I’d never been so happy naked with another person in my life.
This was what people meant when they talked about making love. I’d never quite understood before, but I did now.
I loved Andy, and felt loved in return, and the way our bodies were tangled up together spoke that so clearly there was no need for words.
For a moment I wanted to tell him, to whisper it into his ear and feel him smile and perhaps, if I was very lucky, to hear him whisper that he felt the same. But I couldn’t bear interrupting, couldn’t take the risk of losing this slow, beautiful, wonderful thing between us any sooner than I absolutely had to.
By now Andy’s belly was slick with my precome, the friction of his skin toe-curlingly perfect, and I wouldn’t last forever, but I wanted just a little longer. A few more precious moments with him, because no matter how many we had, it’d never be enough.
“Need more, sweetheart?” Andy asked, breath hot against my skin, tickling the back of my neck as he spoke low and soft by my ear.
I shook my head. No, no, this was perfect.
“But ifyoudo…” I gasped after a moment, needing him to enjoy this as much as I was, to feel it as deeply.
Andy’s smile told me I didn’t need to worry, so tender it made my heart flutter even as my thighs tightened around his waist.
“I can hold out a little longer,” he murmured. “Just for you.”
I pulled him in for a needy kiss, heart threatening to explode with the joy of justbeingwith him. The two of us moved together as though we’d been practicing for years, bodies spelling out what I knew in my heart.
Andy was made for me, and this happiness was the greatest I’d ever know.
One of us hissed, and the other sighed, and it didn’t matter which was which anymore because we were so close that we might as well have been one person.
Andy cried into my mouth as he came, a wrecked, wrung out sound that was almost a sob, and I barely had time to register it before my own orgasm surged through me, hips arching off the bed as I spilled all over his stomach, adding to the sticky mess I’d already left there.
He collapsed half on top of me, gentle weight pinning me down to the mattress, panting harshly against my neck.
Yes. Yes, this was what being in love felt like.
I smiled to myself and turned for another slow, lazy kiss, breathless and perfect.
Andy hummed against my lips, then sighed and settled more of his weight on top of me, not quite enough to be crushing. Just enough to be comfortable.
“Was that—”
“Shh, it was perfect,” Andy interrupted, splaying a hand over my chest, thumb stroking idly.
I chuckled, covering his hand with my own. He linked our fingers together, humming happily.
Silence fell over us once more, the sounds of Dean Martin begging an anonymous stranger to stay for one more drink filtering through from revelers next door, along with their laughter and the distant clink of glasses.
“Important question,” Andy spoke up eventually, voice thick with sleep. “Would you give your left nut for that?”
I burst into muffled laughter, turning to kiss his forehead, raising my arm to card my fingers through his hair.
“Did Robin say I would?” I asked.
“How’d you know?”
“Sounded like her,” I said, still giggling. “From your perspective, or mine?”
“What?” Andy looked up at me, sleepy eyes dark in the dim light of my bedside lamp.
