*
Andrew meant to stay hands off. Taking the pictures was fun, but he needed to be inside Susan. Her glistening pussy teased and called to him. He set the phone aside, unzipped his jeans, and put on a condom. She was lost in the throes of orgasm when he knelt between her legs and thrust inside her. She cried out and clenched around him.
He didn’t move for a moment, both to let her slide back from the edge of pleasure and to keep from blowing his wad too soon. When she focused on him, eyes bright and clear, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top to straddle him.
“I like this.” She gave a small giggle. “New position.”
“I’m having too much fun watching you. I want to see you ride me.” He slid his palms up her chest, over her ribs, and to her breasts. When he tweaked her nipples, she groaned.
She rode him, matching his slow pace without pause. She reached behind her and caressed his sack. Her fingers, slick with her juices, slipped over the sensitive skin, and he clenched, trying to keep control. He could return that favor. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she squirmed away.
“It’s too much.”
“Trust me.” He didn’t ease up.
She screamed when she came the second time, squeezing his cock and rocking against him, face screwed up in ecstasy. Electricity flowed through him, lighting up his senses and drawing out his orgasm until he climaxed hard, pounding inside her.
He hated to extract himself from the tangle of limbs, to clean up. The moment he could, he dropped back to the mattress and pulled her close. It turned out he loved the cuddling after as much as he did the sex itself. Which led to a question he wanted to ask but didn’t know how to broach the subject. Now, with the pleasant glow settling around them and her soft breath falling across his chest, seemed like as good a time as any. “You’ve been putting off your apartment search until you have your first paycheck.”
“Is this your not-so-subtle way of telling me to look faster, so I’m not living so far away?”
“Yes… and no.” One thing he dreaded about the end of this trip—spending nights alone.
She looked up at him.
“My new place is big. Lots of bedrooms,” he said.
A frown crept onto her face.
“And one is yours if you’re interested.”
Her frown deepened.
“Though, I hope if I earned my keep tonight, it’ll be my room.”
“Then where will you sleep?” Teasing danced on her face.
“If I’m lucky, in the same room as you. I don’t like that you go home to a different place than I do. This trip spoiled me. Move in with me?”
She twisted her mouth. “I don’t know… I might cramp your style. If I’m there, how are you supposed to engage in all that kinky debauchery you’re so famous for?”
“I won’t. I’ll watch you do it. I’m really more of a voyeur.”
“In that case, yes.”
It was amazing how a single word could send so much joy through him. “That’s your qualifier? If there’s no nastiness, the deal is off?”
“If there’s no sex stuff, I know you’ve been replaced by a pod person, and then yes, the deal is off.” She slid from filthy talk back to innocence so easily, it almost made him hard again.
“As long as you’re there, I want to be,” Andrew said.
She cuddled against him, and they turned on the TV, to let a random show play in the background.
Her phone buzzed with a new message, and she ignored it.
He nudged her, hating to break up the mood but knowing it was necessary. “Shouldn’t you make sure your sister knows you’re alive?”
“I messaged her when we got in.” Susan reached for her phone anyway. She sat straight up, scowling as she stared at the screen. “It’s an email from my father. He wants to have lunch with me. Talk. Apologize for what happened in the heat of the moment.”
Every inch of Andrew screamed to tell her don’t do it. He swallowed urge. “How do you want to handle it?”