"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."
"All I know is that whenever you got up on that stage and your clothes came off … and I got to look at that amazing body of yours, all sleek and soft … completely bare … I wanted to do nothing more than to drag you off and jam my face between your legs."
Andrea purrs low in her throat over my proclamation. "Well … if we're being truthful … the only person I wanted to affect with my dancing was you. You just seemed … so far removed. Totally into your character, which wasn't really all that interested in the girls there."
"I was totally playacting," I tell her. "And speaking of affecting with your dancing, I never asked … but where in the fuck did you learn to dance like that? Does the FBI have a course on it or something?"
Andrea giggles … the best sound ever. "Actually … I have some personal experience with it."
I go absolutely still … process what she just said, and then flip to my back so I can reach over to turn on the beside lamp. Turning back to her, I lean over and take in the shy smile on her face.
"You danced … stripped … before?"
She nods. "College and law school. It was the only way I could afford it."
I study her face. No embarrassment … no battered ego. In fact, she stares at me with clear eyes and waits for me to make comment.
"I don't know how I feel about that," I tell her truthfully. "I hate you had to do that, but I also admire you for doing whatever it took to accomplish your goals."
"I don't regret it," she says. "It's part of my past and while I was never comfortable with it, it really helped to build me into what I am today."
"Strength," I say as I bend down to kiss her softly on the lips.
"Determination," I say as I kiss her jaw.
"Fearlessness," I murmur, grazing my lips along her neck.
"You're fucking amazing," I tell her as I pull back.
She blinks repeatedly, and then her brows furrow inward. Her bottom lip is pulled in between her teeth, and I know something is pressing on her mind.
I wait for it.
"It's weird … I've been here with you less than three days, and you see those things about me, and yet … if I had to ask what I think some of my most important characteristics are … that's what I'd say about myself."