Hidden Depths(11)

“You like that, Andrea? I can call you, Andrea, can’t I?” he teased as he added another finger and flicked her puffy clit with the pad of his thumb. Her eyes drifted shut as he swirled his fingers around, pushing her thighs open wider with his other hand, feeling again how very tight she was.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“With you,” she murmured as he worked her.

“Before me,” he prodded.

“What does that matter? You used a condom.”

“I’m not talking about safe sex. I don’t think you’re promiscuous. I think you’re—”

She surged up to kiss the last part out of him before he could say it. The feel of her little tongue darting between his lips as her tight warmth clenched against his fingers below almost made him change the subject. Almost.

“How long had it been before me?” he got out.

“None of your fucking business.”

“It’s surprisingly hot when you say ‘fuck’, Andrea. Why is that?”

She shifted her head from side to side and bucked into him. “Please.”

“Oh, I like it when you beg even more than when you talk dirty.”

He kissed her again, sucking her tongue, causing her to wriggle even more, but he clamped down on one of her hips to hold her still so that he could control the pace. He didn’t want her coming until he could feel it with his cock.

Of course he didn’t want himself coming yet either, which meant he needed to get inside her soon. He slipped her panties, such as they were, off. “Shall I keep these too, Andrea?” He dropped them by the bed and reached down behind her to unclasp her bra, flinging it away as he stood up to shuck his pants. He had had a box of condoms waiting on the night table from the time he had gotten back from the hospital and he only wished he didn’t even have to take the time to unwrap one.

Since he did, he at least had the opportunity to really look at her as she lay naked on his bed. He shook his head as he unrolled the condom onto his aching dick. “You’re perfect.”

She opened her eyes with a little laugh. “That’s me. Perfect little Miss Prentiss.”

Something about the way she said it made him think she was being ironic. As for him, he was being absolutely, completely serious. She was perfect. So much so that even when the condom was on, he paused to drink her in, the flawless fair skin, tiny waist and high, firm tits. Lying down next to her, he even refrained from pouncing on her right off to skim his fingers along her lithe thigh, her puffy little cunt and then her pale-pink nipples, hard and aching for his mouth. “You are perfect. Everybody thinks so,” he whispered.

“And that’s the important thing, isn’t it?”

He wanted to ask her what she meant. To talk to her. To have a regular conversation. He really did. But his body wasn’t cooperating. It knew what it wanted. Tangling his legs with hers, he came up on top of her and slid his dick inside, nice and deep as he could get it. Although she was still tight, their session the other day and his fingers earlier had loosened her. Even so, the grip of her warm, wet pussy was almost enough to make him come right there. When he moved, it got better but also worse. He had to work hard to keep his, er, head as he thrust against her.

She tilted her hips farther, moaning, and wrapped her legs around his ass, digging her heels into his cheeks as she strained against him.

He wasn’t a talker during sex. Usually. But something about the sound she made egged him on. “You like that, Andrea?”

She moaned again.

“Tell me,” he urged, balancing on his palms, watching each expression on her face, though her eyes had drifted shut. “Tell me how you like fucking me. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

His body followed his words, fucking her in time to them. “Tell me. Tell me how you feel.”

Each slide of his cock out of her wet pussy had her inner muscles clenching to hold him there, each thrust back in made him feel like a conqueror being welcomed back into the gates of the city.

But eyes closed, she resisted his urging to speak.

Abruptly, he pulled out of her and her eyes opened just as he came up on his knees.

“What are you—”

He flipped her over so that her perfect ass was right in front of his cock and she looked over her shoulder in confusion.

“On your knees.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and tugged her up.

“Oh.”

Positioning her aggressively, he kneed her legs open, pushing her shoulders down so she was at more of an angle, her glistening wet pussy open to him.

He slid inside, holding her hips, making her take him deep. Then he held himself there, motionless, both of them breathing heavily as he pulsed inside her. When he started up again, it was fierce and fast, the jiggle of her breasts as he thrust into her just visible over her shoulder. Christ, she felt good.