Page 28 of Save Me

Chapter 13

Andie rolled over,pushing away the constricting sheet wrapped around her. But the warmth shifted, releasing her feet while tightening at her waist.

Silky fabric slid over her bare skin, leading to the sudden realization that she’d slept naked. Why had she done that? Though by no means a prude, Andie always slept in a nightgown and panties unless it was very hot. If it was, then she slept in just panties. But this morning, she wasn’t wearing a stich, which was alarming enough to her muddled mind to rouse her to full consciousness.

“What?”

Her drowsy question elicited a deep chuckle from the man parting her thighs.

“Eric? What are you doing?”

Another rumble of laughter. Andie sucked in a hard breath as he lowered his head to her heated pussy. Every sensation was heightened—the tickle of his soft hair brushing her inner thighs, the way his soft lips nibbled and teased until she was wet and panting aloud.

Her heartbeat drummed in her ears as she squirmed, torn between trying to get away and moving closer for more. He started using his teeth, gently grazing her sensitive flesh and clit in a rhythm that elicited a pulse from within.

“Eric, it’s too intense.” She panted, pushing him away with weak hands.

Always the gentleman, he backed off to let her recover, but she felt the loss almost immediately.

Eric kissed her inner thigh, drawing a pattern with the tip of his tongue.

“How’s this?” he whispered, probing lightly before inserting two fingers. He pushed them deep inside slowly, spreading them as he went to open her further. Andie arched like she’d been shocked by an electric jolt.

This man knew her body better than she did. He found her G-spot immediately, tickling and teasing until she was crying out, pleading for more.

Skin stroked against skin as Eric swept up her body, rubbing against her until he was there, his thick length probing at her folds. At first, she thought he might not fit.

Though her break up with Todd had been recent, it had been months since they’d been together. Convinced he’d been cheating, she’d withdrawn from the physical side of their relationship long before she worked up the courage to tell him it was over.

“I missed you,” Eric breathed as he slid home. Her mouth opened reflexively, gaping as the sensation of being filled and stretched set fire to her pussy’s nerve endings.

As she clutched at his shoulders, her hips rose reflexively. She instinctively tried to grind against him, hungry for all the stunning little miracles that had been denied to her these past few years. But he wouldn’t let her have too much too soon.

Eric held her hips. His grip wasn’t hard, but it was inflexible. He used the rest of his body to coax hers into following his rhythm. The drumming of her pulse was an echo of his driving hips. He didn’t let go until she was meeting him thrust for thrust—perfectly synced the way they had always been from the start.

It had never been like this with anyone else. The heat and intensity was better than any club drug could ever be.

For a second, she was angry. How could Eric have walked away from this? This wasn’t just sex between two well-matched lovers. This feeling was crazy and once in a lifetime. He should have known that. She should have known it.

“I love you. I love you so much!” Eric reached up for her hand, the one with the ring on it. He caressed the thin platinum circle the way he ran his other hand up the bare skin of her hip and thigh. Her racing heart skipped, and she reminded herself that at least he knew it now.

And so do I.

Andie reached up and put a hand on either side of his face, kissing him. She poured everything into it—every scorching memory of their past, everything she wanted for their future.

Eric’s reaction was just what she wanted it to be. His rhythm broke and stuttered, going wild. Angie held on tight, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head as her climax rolled over her. She spasmed around his cock, gripping him so tight it must have hurt. But she didn’t let go. Her sheath throbbed, milking him as he shouted and poured liquid heat into her.

He thrust hard a few more times before collapsing on top of her.

“I’m crushing you,” he said after a minute.

“I like it.” And she did. His weight was welcome. They were never as close as when he was lying on top of her, spent, his seed still warm inside her.

“Still have to move,” he murmured, rolling onto his back until she was lying on his chest. Eric stroked her cheek. “What do you want to do today, Mrs. Tam?”

Andie burst out laughing. “Oh, my god! I almost forgot we got married.”

She pulled her hand free to examine her sparkling ring. “I don’t know if I can wear it every day. What if I lose it?”

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