Chapter Twenty-Three
Andrew was barely aware of stripping off his jeans then fumbling to grab a condom from the wallet he’d left on the nightstand. He unwrapped the rubber and rolled it on, mostly thanks to muscle memory. Susan lay in the middle of the bed, looking better than any fantasy, blue eyes watching his every move.
He wedged her legs apart with his knee and rested his hands on the mattress on either side of her head. She traced her palms up his arms, and he realized he was shaking. Impatience was a bitch. He ducked his head to kiss her again, fueling a new spark of desire. He knelt upright, then used one hand to guide his cock into her.
She winced when he nudged the head in.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “Keep going.”
It took the last of his restraint to ease in, filling her up, sliding inside her tight, wet hole. The friction and the way her muscles twitched around him threatened to make him come. He pumped at a slow pace, measuring her responses, and letting her moans and soft cries force every other thought out of his head.
As she relaxed under him, pushing into his pelvis and matching his rhythm, he picked up speed. When he pinned her knees to her chest, she shifted her ass. She gasped as he struck inside her deep and hard. Her breath came in short bursts, then pants, as he slammed against her. He couldn’t hold back any more. Each new thrust traveled from his dick and ran through his body, stealing reason and leaving need in its place.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Susan. How her face screwed up in pleasure. The winces that accompanied each groan. The flutter of her eyelids, like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to watch or sink into her other senses. Her pussy tightened, squeezing his shaft. He let go of one leg, to lean forward and roll a nipple between his fingers. To kiss her and steal her soft cries.
He wanted a witty comment, but all he could find was, “Fuck. You feel incredible.”
She managed a smile. “Better than you know.”
He massaged her breast and pinched the swollen nub, hammering inside her at the same time. His balls tightened, but he wasn’t ready to let go yet. Dots swam in front of his eyes. She was close; he could tell from the way she milked him. He moved his mouth to her neck and sucked the tender flesh hard, to mark her.
She dug her fingers into his arms and arched her back, a scream tearing from her throat when orgasm hit her. The pressure around his cock grew, tightening and releasing in spasms, pushing him past the edge of control. He squeezed his eyes shut, and a million stars danced behind the lids when he came. He couldn’t ease up yet. Not when she continued to grind against him. Not with the intense pleasure flowing through him.
The edge faded from his climax, and he slowed reluctantly and out of necessity, until he stopped.
He forced his eyes open, to see her watching him, a mischievous smirk on her full lips. “So that’s sex, huh?” Her question rasped out.
“Those are the basics.” He eased out slowly, letting go of her other leg Before he leaned in for another kiss. Her chest heaved and a faint shine of sweat glowed across her face and body. Gorgeous.
“That was a little more than basic. I know. I’ve seen internet porn.”
“Have you?” He stripped off the condom and wrapped it in a tissue so he could throw it out. “I’d like to watch that.”
“The porn? I think you’ve already seen it.”
“No. I’d like to watch you watching.”
Her flushed cheeks darkened further. “There’s always next time.”
He stood, and wobbled for a minute before catching his balance. “Wait right here.” A moment later, he returned with water for her then dropped onto the bed next to her, legs refusing to support his weight any longer.
He lay on his side and patted the mattress. “Sleepy yet?”
“No.” She curled up next to him and rested her forehead against his chest. “Thank you.”
He didn’t think anyone had ever thanked him for sex and didn’t know what the appropriate reply was. He settled for draping an arm over her and planting a kiss on the top of her head.
Within a few minutes, her breathing was slow and steady, and she relaxed limply in his arms. Asleep. With the haze of lust fading, the real world filtered back in, along with his own words from so many years ago—courtesy of a recent reminder. Monogamy is fine for romantics and sheep, but I’m never tying myself to only one person. How long until he had to break Susan’s heart? “I’m sorry,” he whispered in the quiet room.
“Me too.” She snuggled closer.
The simple reply left a sharp jabbing pain in his chest. So much for her being asleep.
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Andrew and Susan made it back to the hospital with breakfast for Kandace. Lucas complained when he didn’t get any. That was a good sign.