The idea of him leaving work to buy condoms gave her an erotic thrill. “You expected this to happen?”
He lurched forward—his large body made the bed scrape along the hardwood floor. “Do you always shave your legs and keep this soft goodness waxed?” His fingers slid along the smooth folds.
“No.” She laughed. “But I’ll do anything you desire down there.”
“Hair or no hair, I plan to spend a lot of time there.” He kneeled against her and with the condom fastened, he settled at the base of her wet waiting notch.
At first, only the massive bulbous tip slipped past her knotted nerves. She still quivered from his mouth and hands. He leaned forward resting on an elbow to keep his face close to hers. His breath was hot, and she loved dragging it deep into her own lungs.
“Ready?” he asked with devilish humorous tone.
The short break brought things back into perspective.
“You’d think this was our first time.”
He drew her near. “I want New York to be our last first time.”
“I want you, Andrew. All of you. Please.”
A tingling sensation that bordered on pain rushed through her as he filled her, quick, and rough.
“God,” he groaned into her hair. “You’re gonna think I’m terrible at this.”
“Why?” she panted, her chest falling as his rose up to meet hers.
“I feel so close the moment I’m inside you.” His hips rolled in a perfect sweet rhythm.
“That’s because it’s been a while.”
He kissed her lips. “No. I take care of myself daily. This...” He gasped for air. “This is you.”
“Daily, huh?”
“It’s how I’m built. It’s always been that way.”
“I’d like to see that sometime.”
“That would be a waste.”
“I’ll bring you back to life.”
“You already have, honey.” He buried his face in her shoulder, his teeth gliding along the collarbone, nipping at her skin. “Oh God, Gwen. I’m coming.”
He was so massive, his pulses felt like a vibrator. She slipped into her own orgasm. Her third!
She ran her nails down his back and yelled his name. Again.
She took his orgasm and raised him one, her hips curling and circling to maximize his pleasure.
Increasing her own. Their tongues locked as their bodies spun out of control together in harmony.
When Andrew stopped shuddering, his head lifted, and his eyes squinted. Daily. That sight she’d have to implant in her head and take home to feast on.
He slid out, and she jerked again.
“Let me go toss this. Don’t move.” He kissed her cheek before he rolled off the bed.
“I’m not sure I can move.” Still, she stretched and propped on her elbows, to catch a glimpse of that Adonis of a man walking around naked. The sight of his tall lean body was as good as she remembered. Against the lights coming in from the window, a halo shimmered against his pristine figure. Even from several feet away she could see him blush.
Out of curiosity, she leaned forward to peek into the nightstand that condom came from. She gasped. Gold foil packages as far as the eye could see.
“Holy shit, I’m in trouble.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ndrew woke Gwen up the next morning by climbing on top of her.
A “What time is it,” she moaned, holding his ass.
“It’s early,” he whispered, taking long glides in and out of her. Slow and deep.
“Is this how I can expect to wake up all week?” she asked in between soft pants.
“If you let me. I warned you, this is who I am.” He took a hardened nipple between his wet lips.
“I think this is who you are, too. You just didn’t know it.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted to be like this with anyone else.”
“Good.” That swelling, falling over the edge feeling came on again. He lasted a little longer this time. With each encounter, his self-control was returning to him. “Ah-h-h,” he released, and properly kissed her good morning.
“Is there coffee?” She stretched, her pale body luminous against the faint morning light outside.
“Yes, but we have to get you back to the hotel.” His fingers ran across her stomach.
“Oh, right. Can’t keep showing up in the same dress, can I?”
“Don’t think of me as a pervert.” He snapped off the condom, wet. God, she was soaked. “But I would like nothing more than to walk you through that building, your hair all fucked up, your mascara smeared, your dress wrinkled—”
“Don’t forget the limp from you riding me so hard.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that.”
“That will garner a lot of respect for me if I do become the brand manager here. Thanks,” she commented wryly.
That reality bit into him. He didn’t want to hold her back from her career. He’d rather see her rise the ladder in New York, so he’d be there to look under her skirt.
Just that thought made him hard. Again.
An hour later, Andrew grumbled at the time. “We’re gonna be really late. We still have to stop at your hotel.”
Damn, why had he anxiously dragged her here last night? He hadn’t even let her go up to her room to get her suitcase.
“And whose fault is that, Mr. I-love-shower-sex?” Gwen asked combing her wet hair.
Instead of answering, Andrew looked away, embarrassed. He was getting out of control with her.
Was there a line he couldn’t cross? Could he push her too far, too soon? Of course, he could. That’s what happened when he was in love. Andrew went all in.
She stepped toward him and stroked his chin. “What’s the matter?”
He cleared his throat and addressed another issue that had been haunting the back of his mind.
“Even if Marcello is gone and one of us has to live here, Gwen, I’m not giving up on the idea of us.” He looked around the flat. “We can make this work. It’ll just be...expensive.”
Gwen looked away and exhaled, considering his words. “I’m already drowning in debt. This job is helping. I don’t know if I can add thousands of dollars in airplane tickets to my monthly expenses.”
“I meant it will be expensive for me. I’ll take care of it. If anyone is going broke, it’ll be me. If anyone is losing sleep to be on the phone, it’ll be me. If anyone is getting dragged back and forth across the Atlantic—”
“Andrew, I get it.” Her hands were shaking. “And is all this punishment you’re willing to inflict upon yourself because you’re the man?”
“Yes,” he said boldly. “Do you have a problem with me wanting to be strong for us?”
She brushed his cheek. “When you put it like that, no.”
“Plus, I have more seniority. I have more autonomy to travel. Especially here.” He sat on the sofa.
“This is all my fault anyway.”
She crouched in front of him and took his face in her hands. “How is this your fault?”
“I couldn’t make Marcello better at his job.”
She smiled. “I’m here to help you now. Let me at him.”