I so desperately want to tell her that I love her, that I never stopped, though I suspect she knows. Standing, I pull my shirt off and drop my sweats, letting Phoebe scan me over, learn all the new features of my body as well as the familiar ones.
She traces every scar and ink on my skin with her fingers, kissing my wounds, gazing with wonder at the Frogman tattoo on my shoulder and the tribal sleeve covering my left arm, raising an amused eyebrow at the outline of a woman’s face with billowing dark hair and piercing cat-eyes tattooed over my heart as she circles me.
“Come here.” She stretches out her hand, beckoning me to her, kissing me tenderly before trailing her lips down my neck. Lightly grazing my nipples, her open mouth glides down my chest and abdomen heating up my skin, running her tongue over my body until she’s seated on the bed and takes me into her mouth.
She seems satisfied by a quick taste, probably anxious to get to the main attraction of the evening, but I’m reluctant to have her move.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I whisper when Phoebe makes a move to release me, and her stormy gaze meets my intense one. “I want to watch you suck me for a bit longer.”
I can make out a smile on her stretched lips before she bobs forward, taking in as much of me as she can and then sliding back up. My hips start rocking slowly with the motion of her head, and I groan, but never break the connection of our eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” I run my thumb over Phoebe’s cheek, and her palm covers my hand before picking the foil wrapper off the sheets and ripping it open with ease. She takes me deep one more time and then flattens her tongue over the bottom ridge of my cock as she sucks hard going back up.
“Fuck!” I let out a loud moan and want to protest when she releases me from her lips with a pop and rolls on the condom.
“I don’t know if I want to send the guy who taught you how to do that flowers or punch him.” I push her down to the bed and cover her mouth with mine before she can answer, pushing the head of my cock into her and slowly sinking in until I feel her gasp into my mouth.
I lift my head and smile, rocking my hips in shallow movements, so I’m rubbing her sensitive spot over and over again, and it’s driving her crazy.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she replies with a breathless moan, and I kiss her neck, tweaking her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and it’s all it takes for her to climax. It’s a small orgasm, but it’s what I was aiming for.
“You’ve learned some new tricks,” she pants, and I chuckle.
“That was just the first course.” I lift her leg to my shoulder and lace my fingers through hers before sinking all the way into her and rolling my hips without pausing in a quick and strong motion.
“Andy!” She wails my name in ecstasy and spurs me to pick up my pace, her perfect breasts bouncing with my thrusts, and it doesn’t take long before I feel close to my release.
“Look at me.” It comes out more a plea than the command I meant it to be, but I need to know she’s right here with me. Her eyes open, and without another word, she understands. Her shin leaves my shoulder, and she wraps both legs around my middle, forcing me to lay on top of her, looking straight into her eyes as she squeezes my hand.
I keep pounding into her, Phoebe’s hips matching my pace easily, and despite her growing moans, she never breaks our gaze. Even when her orgasm hits, she’s right there, connected with me as I follow her climax with my own.
She doesn’t protest when I stay sprawled on top of her for what must be longer than comfortable, just runs her fingers over my back in a soothing pattern.
“Why did you come here tonight, Phoebe?” I lift my head and rub the tip of my nose against hers. I don’t mean to, but the gesture comes out of me naturally, as if we had never stopped showing this kind of intimate affection toward each other.
“I couldn’t let you go through this alone anymore.” She matches the movement of my nose over hers. “After what you told me this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard it must be for you, trying to fight alone. I’m here because you’re not alone, Andy. Because I need you to know you’ll never need to fight alone again.”
Our gazes reconnect, her stormy eyes pulling me in so deep I can barely breathe.
“I love you, Phoebe.” I feel a wave of relief, finally saying the words out loud. “I never stopped, I never will,” I vow.
“I love you too,” she replies with a smile. “I’m all in, baby.”
“I’m going to make love to you all night,” I pledge and mold my lips over hers, pulling off the used condom and blindly looking for another.
So, this is what it feels like when all the pieces finally fall into place.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Phoebe
“Yes, oh, fuck, yes.” An orgasm tears through me, and Andy chuckles, his fingers slowly coming to a halt as I shudder around him. This has been my life for the past two weeks, all-consuming lovemaking and brain-melting fucks with Andy. We barely sleep or eat, just devour each other’s bodies whenever possible.
“That’s my new favorite trick,” he declares as he bends down to kiss me between my shoulder blades and pushes a pillow under my hips. “Now, Curls, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember any cock other than mine was ever inside you.”
I want to reply, take his ego down a notch, but before I can, he slams into me, filling me so completely I take back the thought that he’s delusional about making me forget there was ever anyone else.
“God, Andy!” I wail out and bury my face in the sheets as another shudder courses through me, causing Andy to groan.
“I fucking hate this condom,” he grumbles, and I turn to look at him.
“Then lose it,” I state, taking Andy by surprise. “I want to feel you, Andy, be yours again.”
“You sure?”
“I started on the pill.”
He’s back inside me bare so quickly I’m not sure those last couple of words were even out of my mouth. I let him maneuver my body as he pleases, pressing my thighs firmly together and covering my body with his. Andy leans on his forearms, his palms facing up as he slides them under mine and laces our fingers.
“You never stopped being mine, Phoebe,” he whispers, grazing the shell of my ear with his nose. “Just like I never stopped being yours.”
“Show me.” And he does, his lovemaking so consuming I lose myself in it completely, sinking into the sensation of his body over mine, entwined through every part of me, forever.
I don’t know how many hours later it is when I wake up alone in my bed, Andy nowhere to be seen. We were so spent we fell into blissful sleep, but mine seems to have been deeper than his.
Pulling on my robe, I go wandering around the house, finding Andy in the living room smiling at his phone.
“Everything okay?” I inquire, huddling next to him and peering at his screen.
“Sawyer’s coming back at the end of next month,” Andy informs me with a wide grin, showing me a photo of a man in full camo, helmet and face paint included, grinning wide with two thumbs up.
“Is he on a mission now?” I wonder.
“No, layover in Haifa Port.” Andy chuckles. “He dressed up for show, he’s kind of immature that way.”