Stepping in closer, her arms wrap around me and she tilts her head up. Her hips are swaying softly to the music, and while I don’t dance, I sure as hell don’t have a problem encircling her in my arms so she can sway against me.
“That was kind of hot,” she says with a grin.
“Yeah? I was a little worried you would take offense to me stepping in,” I tease her.
She tilts her head and purses her lips as if in contemplation. “No. I definitely think I liked you protecting my virtue.”
Leaning down, I scrape my cheek along hers, which puts my lips near her ear. “I’m not going to protect your virtue tonight when we get back to my house.”
Her laugh echoes like music to me. “I’m also okay with that.”
This is different.
So very different.
I’m making love to Andrea slowly.
Tenderly.
Sleepily.
From behind, as we lay on our sides.
After we had come home last night, fueled on by her residual buzz, some sexy dancing on her part and a vague awareness that one more day was gone and our time was getting shorter, we went at it like horny animals.
Clothes were torn off, skin was bitten, and I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard us.
We collapsed onto my bed, sweaty and exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep with her face in my chest and my arms around her tight.
At some point in the night, she must have turned over and we assumed the classic spooning position.
At some point after that, I woke up and decided to take advantage of said spooning position. How could I not with a warm, soft body pressed intimately against me?
And now I have one of her legs bent with my palm at the back of her thigh and my breath hot on her neck. I move in and out of her from behind, the only noise in the room the sound of our sliding flesh and panting.
Angling my upper body down a tad, I hook her leg within the crook of my elbow, pulling it up higher to give me better access.
Fucking perfect.
I slam hard into her.
She lets out a tiny ooph followed by a moan as I do it again.
I get a deeper moan as I do it again.
“You okay?” I breathe in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmmm. Hmmm.”
I flex my hips hard, go extra deep, and then grind myself against her ass. “Andrea?”
“Hmmm?” she vaguely answers, and I can tell she’s on the precipice… getting ready to fall over. Just one more push… maybe two, and we’ll both go together.
“Ever felt this good before?” I ask with my lips against her shoulder.
I pull out… thrust hard and deep again. “God, no,” she groans as she starts to spasm around my cock.
The tortured pleasure in her voice is my undoing.
“Me either, baby,” I grit out as I slam into her one last time and let loose inside her body.
I seem to fucking come inside of her forever. Burying my face into the back of the neck, I let go of my hold on her leg and wrap my arms around her waist. Then I just close my eyes and concentrate on the spasms coursing through me, giving tiny, shallow thrusts inside of her body.
Letting her milk me dry.
Fuck, that’s good.
So fucking good.
Her body is pressed up nicely against mine, and I can tell when it settles down… finishes trembling from her own orgasm. I float down with her as her fingers stroke along the skin of my forearm.
After a minute or so, I start to get drowsy, and I can feel Andrea’s breathing getting deeper. We’re on the verge of slipping back under.
“Wyatt?” whispers to me in the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“That was different, right?”
She’s not talking about the sexual position we were in. She’s talking about the way that just felt.
“Yeah… that was different,” I confirm as I squeeze her with my arms.
She gives a tiny chuckle. “I have no clue what has gotten into you tonight, but I like it.”
Grinning from behind her, I press my lips to the back of her head. “I think it was the way you were dancing… so damn sexy. Reminded me of watching you up on that stage at The Platinum Club… having a perpetual hard-on for you.”
Andrea immediately flips in my arms, and I can tell she’s nowhere close to being ready to go back to sleep now.
“You did not have a perpetual hard-on around me,” she accuses, pushing at my chest playfully.
“Yeah, I fucking did,” I assure her. “And you wouldn’t know because when you danced, you always had that far away, dreamy look on your face. I came to understand that look… you’d checked out… your mind a million miles away. I was able to always adjust myself without you even noticing.”
I can’t see her face, but I can actually feel her smile. “You’re very observant. And clearly, I’m not.”