Even the Score(83)

I grabbed her hand and pulled her up to me. “I want you on top. I want to watch you.”

“Okay,” she whispered breathlessly, her chest heaving with anticipation. I rolled to my nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, rolling it over my swollen cock in record time. She bent down and kissed me hard. Putting her hands in mine, she intertwined our fingers and lifted one leg over me. The anticipation of that second was stronger than I ever imagined it would be as she slowly lowered herself on top of me. Her wet pussy covered my cock all the way to the bottom, and she threw her head back, letting out a loud groan as she stayed right there for a second.

“Jesus, Dani. Ride me,” I ordered, using my strength to push her hands up just a bit. She didn’t hesitate, pushing herself slowly up on her knees and then back down again. I let go of her hands and gripped her waist.

I wanted to feel her fuck me.

I wanted to watch her fuck me.

I wanted to hear her fuck me.

“Faster, baby,” I moaned.

Again, she listened, picking up the speed as she pumped up and down on me. She used her hands to balance on my chest as I slid mine to the back of her, squeezing her ass hard as I bent my knees and thrust back into her. She stared right into my eyes as she ground harder and harder against me, our skin slapping together loudly each time she slammed into me. Her moans became louder and more frequent, and it wasn’t long before she pinched her eyes shut tight and parted her lips.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Andy. I can’t—I’m gonna—oh God!” she called out loudly. For a split second I worried that the kids would hear, but as my balls tightened and my own orgasm started, I didn’t care anymore. Watching her as she lost herself and came all over me sent me over the edge, too, but I wasn’t about to close my eyes and miss one second of what she was doing.

I pounded as hard as I could until I exploded, her pussy still tight around me. When I stilled, she continued grinding, rolling every last bit of my orgasm out of me. When we were both done, she collapsed onto my chest and didn’t move.

“Wow,” she panted.

“Yeah.” I gently brushed her hair off her cheek. “That’s an understatement.”

She rolled off of me but didn’t go far, settling in the crook of my arm with one hand draped across my chest.

“So I have a question.” She rolled completely onto her side and bent her elbow, resting her head on her hand.

“Hold that thought.” I held up one finger. Running as nonawkwardly as possible to the bathroom, I dropped the condom in the garbage and hurried back to bed.

“Okay, your question. Go.”

“Why do men do that?”

I frowned. “Do what?”

“That thing you did before. Pulling your shirt over the top of your head like that. Is it in some Man Handbook somewhere that lets you all know it drives women crazy or what?”

“Man Handbook?” I laughed out loud. “Mine must have gotten lost in the mail, because you women confuse the shit out of me.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “Women are the easiest creatures to understand. Men just don’t listen. That’s the problem.”

“Easy creatures?” I scoffed, staring at her incredulously. “You are by far the most confusing person I’ve ever met in my entire thirty-two years on this planet.”

“Me?” she squealed loudly. She quickly covered her mouth and looked toward the door when she realized how loud she’d been. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“That’s okay. If they heard anything at all, it was you praying to God, loudly, five minutes ago.”

She swatted my chest, and I caught her hands in mine, pulling her down for another kiss.

“Wait, no.” She pulled back. “You’re not getting out of this. How am I confusing?”

“Dani, since you first walked into my office a few months ago, you’ve stumped me, you’ve annoyed me, you’ve pissed me off, but more than anything else, you’ve captivated the hell out of me.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” she challenged playfully. “How do I confuse you?”

“Honestly?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

“Fine. A week ago you stayed in your office and refused to even talk to me during the day, now you’re in my bed. Why?”

She blinked and her eyes dropped down to the bed as she contemplated her answer. “This has been an emotional week, obviously, but one of my most emotional moments was when I got some tough love from a good friend. She reminded me that life is short and that our time isn’t guaranteed. Then she told me I was wasting mine worrying about what people that I didn’t even know might think about me. I sat in in my room all night taking stock of my life and how I hold everyone at arm’s length and what I need to do to change. Then, as if I needed another sign, we saw the little man at the market today who talked about how he thought he had all the time, and it really resonated with me . . .” She paused and swallowed, lifting her eyes to mine. “I’m ready, Andy. I don’t care what people say or what they’ll think. I’m ready. I’m ready to be happy, and I’m ready to be loved, and I’m ready to be with you.”