What Her Dad Doesn't Know(22)
And then Andrew is there, locked in by my legs like a puzzle piece. Completing me. His hips start moving, slow and sensuous, taking his time. He pulls all the way out almost, until I mewl, and then slams back in, deeper than before. I can feel him shaking from the effort to take it slow, to make it last. I clamp down all around him, wanting him in me forever. My breath is shallow and weak, my body trembling from the pleasure that overwhelms me with each thrust. And then he starts moving faster, letting his instinct take over, losing control to my body.
We lock eyes for a moment, and I see him, everything of him, and he does me. The connection I feel is unreal.
And then it comes, his thrusts building up the pressure inside until I close my eyes and release it. My head thrashes from side to side, completely oblivious to anything but Andrew’s cock driving in and out of me. I’m crying out, screaming loud enough I’m sure for our next door neighbor to hear, but that didn’t matter. All that matters is the rising storm of pleasure that rushes up and finally breaks over me. I hold onto him for dear life, probably scratching up his back in the process, but I don’t care. The pleasure has washed me away, and I’m not conscious of anything else but the two of us. He comes too, pumping one last time into me, spilling himself inside.
Afterwards, he falls back onto the bed, panting with exertion. I sigh with delicious tiredness, sated and full. Good thing we have the best suite in the house. They can’t tell us to be quiet if we’re the high rollers. But a sudden thought occurs to me.
“Andrew, you don’t think it’s too fast do you?”
He looks over at me. His face is serious.
“It is fast, Noelle. There’s no doubt about that. But I’m forty-two years old. I know what I want, and I’m not going to wait around when I can have it now. I want us to be together, and I want everyone else to know it too. I know what you’re thinking; people are going to talk. Well I don’t give a fuck if they do. They don’t know what we have here.” He pauses and takes my hand, running his thumb back and forth. “I want a family, and a home together, be it a little old cottage with a picket fence, or a giant mansion with a home theatre room. I want children, lots of them, who’ll fill our house with laughter and joy. I don’t want to waste any more time. Do you understand?”
His words stir up so much love inside of me. I know exactly what he means, but there’s still one thing. My parents. My dad specifically. How on earth are we going to tell him? He’d never be okay with it. Andrew sees that I’m not happy like I should be.
“You’re worried about your father,” he says quietly. His hand rests on my shoulder, stroking it gently. “You shouldn’t. He’ll understand once he sees how happy we are. We’ll have dinner tomorrow. I’ll invite your family and we’ll tell them together. You’ll see Noelle. Everything will be okay.”
Andrew sounds so confident that I smile back at him. He sits up and reaches for his phone to make arrangements for dinner. He’s been best friends with my father for almost thirty years, so he must know how he’d react. But a little voice inside of me isn’t so sure.
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New Orleans was over too quickly, and as the plane makes its descent back into the city, I feel a heavy weight settle onto my shoulders. Andrew’s arranged for all of us to have dinner together at my dad’s favourite restaurant, the Blue Note Steakhouse. They don’t know that we’ll be arriving together, but they do know that Andrew wants to make a big announcement. My mom thinks that maybe he’s found a girlfriend, since dad tells her that Andrew’s so happy lately. She has no idea how much more it is. Normally I’m happy to speculate with her, but I’m so worried about how my dad will react that I don’t say much back.
The plane bumps down hard on the landing, and I grip onto Andrew’s hand. He gives me a reassuring squeeze.
“Relax,” he says, reading my mind. “Everything will turn out okay.”
I wish I could believe it. I know I should be over the moon with happiness right now, but my stomach keeps flipflopping the closer dinner gets.
“You don’t know what dad’s like,” I try to say. “He scared away my last boyfriend in the ten minutes it took for me to finish putting on mascara and find my shoes. We never even got to our date. He made up some excuse to go and ghosted me.”
“David’s all bark and no bite,” Andrew says reassuringly. “He’s always been like that. But once he sees how happy we are, he’ll come around. He’s protective of you, but who wouldn’t be? You’re an amazing woman Noelle, and he just wants to make sure that whoever gets you is going to treat you right. If that college kid couldn’t stick it out, then he wasn’t right for you. You’ll see.”