He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this moment, but he wasn’t going to question the universe and his good fortune right now.
He stood, pulling Andi against him and kissing her, their bodies pressed together skin to skin, and then he guided her down on the bed. She stretched out against his pillows, her hair fanning out, and her gaze tracked over him with hungry heat. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached down to remove his prosthesis. He didn’t want anything in the way with Andi.
He made quick work of it, leaving the sock on that covered his residual limb, and set his prosthesis next to the bed. He pulled open the bedside table’s drawer, grabbed a condom, checked the expiration date, and set it on top of the comforter. When he turned his body back toward Andi, she was watching him, biting her lower lip. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face. “Still with me?”
She gave him a soft smile. “You better not leave me hanging this time.”
He laughed. “Promise.”
***
Andi’s skin was burning up. She was so turned on, she was afraid spontaneous human combustion might actually be a thing, but seeing the condom also made this feel very real. She was going to sleep with Hill, have sex with her neighbor.
Yes, they were only friends. No, this was nothing serious. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t a monumental thing for her. The last time she’d tried to have sex with someone, she’d panicked the minute the guy had rolled on the condom. Flashbacks had hit her hard and fast, yanking her into the past and killing every ounce of sexual interest she’d had.
This felt different than that time. She felt safe with Hill. Present in a way she hadn’t before.
Hill shifted closer. She could feel him watching her, gauging her mood. Honesty. She needed to be honest. She reached out and squeezed his bicep. “I’m getting in my head.”
He nodded, expression serious. “Need to stop?”
“No. I want this. I just…” She didn’t know how to articulate it.
He scooted closer and put his hand on her hip. He traced a finger right above her pubic bone, making her inner muscles clench. “How about this? You let me make you feel good. If you want to stop after that, the lube you suspect I have will make an appearance, and I’ll take care of myself with my hand. There is no pressure to have sex tonight.”
The thought of him stroking himself next to her wasn’t exactly a deterrent. That sounded hella hot, but she also ached for the full experience, feeling him inside her, getting past this hurdle. She didn’t want to back out. But she also knew that sometimes her anxiety won despite her best intentions. This would give her an out. The fact that Hill intuitively knew how to give her an option that wouldn’t make the night feel like a failure if she had to tap the brakes made her want to kiss him again.
“That sounds perfect,” she said, putting her hand over his and guiding it lower, dragging his fingertips over the hot, wet part of her.
Hill smiled that sinful smile of his and shifted into position. He braced his arms on each side of her and climbed between her legs. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She did as she was told and watched as he lowered himself down and dragged his tongue over her aching flesh. Every feminine cell in her body clenched, and desire flooded her anew, a squeaking sound escaping her throat. He smiled up at her with smug confidence as he tucked two fingers inside of her. It was a smile that said I got this. A smile that said fuck you to her anxiety. A smile that said they were going to win the battle tonight.
Hill went back to work, laving and sucking and teasing her clit, and rubbing that sensitive spot inside her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm again in minutes.
“Oh, God.” Her heels dug into his back and her fingers gripped his comforter. “Hill, I’m gonna—”
This time he didn’t back off, though. He doubled down. Her head tipped back, and her back curved as she rocked against his mouth, the pleasure seizing her and forcing her body to move without her permission. Then every ounce of tension that had been building exploded into a million bits of light behind her eyes and she cried out, loud enough that she startled herself with the sound of it.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
Hill didn’t stop, and the orgasm climbed higher, higher than she realized it could go, making her babble nonsense and squirm on the bed. She slapped her hand against the mattress not sure if she was asking for mercy or for more. She gasped Hill’s name.
His hand gripped the back of her thigh as he lifted his head. “Tell me what you want, Andi,” he said, breathless and urgent. “I need to hear it.”
She was out of breath, panting, her body still quaking with aftershocks, but she still wanted more. She wanted Hill. “Use the condom,” she managed to get out. “Please. Now.”
The bed bounced as he moved. “Are you sure? You want this. I need to hear you say that.”
She opened her eyes, her vision clearing in the low lamplight. She found him braced on one hand and knee, condom between his fingers, his cheeks flushed. She licked her lips. “I want you.”
Relief crossed his face, and he tore open the condom. He rolled it on. “Get on your side, gorgeous,” he said, stretching out next to her. “It will be easier this way.”
She did as she was told and soon he was behind her, spooning her. He guided her top leg to bend at the knee, opening her body to him, and the head of his cock nudged her. Hill slid his hand between her legs, stroking her clit, sending sparks through her again, and then he eased inside. The feel of him stretching her was both foreign and delicious. She wasn’t a virgin and knew her way around a sex toy, but this wasn’t silicon. Hill’s cock was thick and hard and hot, filling her in a way that made all her inner muscles clench and squeeze tight.
“Fuck, Andi,” Hill groaned against her ear, his fingers still working her as he slowly pumped inside her. “You feel like a dream.”
“Please don’t let this be a dream,” she murmured.
He pressed his lips against the curve of her neck and fucked her slow and deep, ramping up her body again. “You’re going to come again for me.”
She didn’t think that was possible after the blinding orgasm she’d had. When she was alone, she was a one-and-done girl. But the confidence in his voice had a shiver of pleasure shooting straight downward, and her inner muscles twitched again.
Hill picked up the pace, his heart beating against her back, and he stroked her with expert fingers as he rocked his hips against her. Her breath quickened, tension building fast and low. The mattress squeaked beneath them.
“Put your hand between your legs,” he whispered. “Feel what I’m feeling.”
She listened without thinking and found his fingers, slick with her own arousal, moving over her clit. He took her hand and pressed her own fingers against herself. His cock slid against her fingertips as he fucked her, and the images that conjured in her brain sent her over. She cried out, her orgasm striking like lightning.