Cobble laugh-choked.
Leave it to Andy to take any embarrassment off his fast finish.
Cobblewasstill recovering, however, and didn’t think he could speak quite yet. Especially since his mind had traveled again to Andy’s pussy, and the fact that she’d orgasmed before him. It was…affirming. It meant he might not have to worry about losing his own control so quickly, since she was also fast on the trigger.
Cobble play-growled as she doodled in semen, and leaned down to nip her collarbone. On his way to her nipple, glimpsingher sticky fingers, he realized they’d definitely have to clean up before they continued.
He sighed and somehow managed to become the grown-up in the situation.
“Stay put,” he rasped, leveraging off her. “I’m going to get a towel.”
He came to his feet and skinned off his jeans, managing not to get them wet in the process. He could feel her eyes on him, taking in his new state of complete nakedness.
“Second locker to the right of the toilet in the lav,” she told him, her eyes running appreciatively over his body, smirking at him as he raised one hand to keep the effluent on his gut from escaping onto the floor.
She continued to physically tease, dipping again into the pool that had formed in her belly-button, lifting her finger to her mouth to lick it seductively.
Cobble groaned and his penis bobbed. “I don’t need any help getting hard again, Andy,” he managed.
“Who sez I’m doing this for you?” she purred. “I happen to find you delicious.” Andy dabbled anew, then sucked appreciatively again on her digit.
Cobble shook his head as he walked the few steps to the walled off area that delineated the tiny space that was the de facto bathroom. The room didn’t have much in the way of amenities: a composting toilet, a four-by-four area with a drain. A hose running from a cistern above to allow quick, cold showers or a rinse of hands or teeth in a bowl mounted on the wall within. A bank of lockers for towels, personal goods, and cleaning supplies.
Cobble opted for paper to clean himself up, followed by a quick hand rinsing. He found a washcloth for Andy in the locker she’d indicated, dampened it, then snagged a soft towel.
On a hunch, he opened the next cabinet over and found a box of condoms.Score.He grabbed that, too.
Coming back into the main room of the bunker, Cobble’s feet stuttered to a stop. All he could do was stare. Missy was completely bare now, having finally shed her pants. Laying on her back with her arms raised above her head, she was nothing short of a naked goddess.
“You’re beautiful,” he said with awe in his voice.
“So are you,” she replied, her green eyes almost luminescent in the low light as she regarded him. “Come here.” She beckoned with one finger.
As if to a siren’s call, Cobble couldn’t resist. His feet carried him toward her where he knelt down on the floor beside the cot, placing the precious box next to him before reverently using the cloths to clean Andy up. He followed each swipe of the cloth with a kiss to her sweet flesh.
“Mmm,” she purred. “Best sponge bath, evah.”
“Just wait until I get you in arealshower,” Cobble hinted, lifting his head. “Not dissing the one in there.” He canted his head. “But I want hot water, plenty of room, and a hand-held shower wand.”
“Pretty specific,” Andy giggled.
“My fantasy, my rules,” Cobble responded, dropping the washcloth and towel to the floor. “And now that we’re clean…”
“Let’s get dirty again,” Andy finished, dragging his face down to hers.
Completely on board with that, Cobble kept their kiss going while he brought himself back up and over her again.
This time, he wasreallygoing to take it slowly, exploring every inch of the woman he’d craved for so long.
He placed her hands back above her head. “Stay there,” he told her.
Andy narrowed her eyes playfully. “Are you gonna be bossy in bed?” she snickered.
“That depends,” he replied, kissing down the length of her throat.
“On what?” she questioned cheekily, arching up so her neatly trimmed pubic hair tickled his cock.
“On whether you think you’ll like it,” he answered honestly.