Page 91 of Contingently Yours
Exhaling, he lies down on top of me. The press of his weight alone supplies another aspect of arousal. I feel complete and safe, even though I wasn’t afraid a moment ago. His arms drape over the back of mine, hugging me as he nuzzles the side of my face with his.
“Tell me again?” he whispers, a vulnerable contrast to his bossy display a few moments ago.
Letting my eyes slip closed, I smile, feeling the words before I even say them. “I love you.”
Burying his face in my neck, he takes a deep inhale and squeezes me, just holding me like that for a moment. At this moment, I know nothing will ever come between us. The feeling is just too big, runs too deep, and is so mutually appreciated, it’s the kind that lasts forever. When he angles his head to kiss me, I know I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life.
Shifting his hips, his cock slips between my cheeks. He runs the tip through my seam several times until I start fidgeting, trying to nudge my hips back to capture him. He must finally get the hint, using his hand to line himself up. I’m so relaxed and open, I’m more than ready. Even the initial burn is a welcome sensation as he presses inside. I lie as still as possible with my eyes closed, feeling every inch as he nudges deeper, filling me. Panting, he settles his chest onto my back when his balls brush against the back of mine. His weight, the fullness, the emotions in my chest—they’re almost a sensory overload.
I let out a little cry and clasp his fingers when he intertwines his with mine. It’s not even the best part yet, but it’s so good. I’m as close to the man I love, and as happy, as a person can be.
“Good?” he whispers in my ear, sounding strained.
“Too good.”
When his hips retreat, I dig my toes into the mattress to arch my hips. His cockhead glides back and then forth over my gland, blossoming sheer ecstasy throughout my body. I feel his lips pressing kisses on the back of my shoulder.
“Love you too,” he pants. “So stupidly in love with you.”
The words somehow amplify the intensity of everything. I feel like his Christmas tree, lit up from head to toe.
“Andrew,” I moan, sliding back to lift my hips higher.
He plants a hand on the mattress and slips his other around my waist, tugging my hips onto him with each plunge. I love how he can read me and know exactly what I want when I want it. I can feel how heavy my cock has gotten when it bobs from each of his thrusts. I have the urge to stroke myself; it’d be easy to get off if I did, but I don’t want it to end. When my moans turn to breathless whimpers, I feel Andrew’s palm wrap around me to put me out of this exquisite misery.
“No,” I warn, tugging his wrist away with great mental effort. “Want to come without it.”
He lets go and drops his other hand on the mattress, caging me in without letting up that perfect rhythm he’s found. “You going to come just from my cock, sweetheart?” he rasps in my ear. “You love it so much, that’s all you need now?”
I turn my head to say something, probably just his name again. That’s all I can usually manage when he gets me like this, but I don’t even get the chance. He takes one look at my parted, panting lips—my mouth-breathing, as he calls it—and seals his to mine. It’s the final bit of connection I need. His tongue sweeping against mine. His taste.
I feel my sphincter clench around him, and I come with a groan. He presses his face against mine, giving a few more erratic thrusts before burying himself deep inside me. His cries mix with mine as I feel him pulse inside me. We shudder together, panting and rocking instinctively with the motions that brought us here until his cock slips free from me.
My arms give out. Andrew follows, lying on top of me, his chest heaving against my back. He’s heavy, but I could fall asleep just like this without a bother. At one point, he rolls to his side. I hear the snap of the condom, but I don’t even move. The covers shift a moment later, though, and I know I have to come back to life to a degree if I want to cuddle underneath them with him.
Rolling, I find a tender smile on his face as he waits for me to get settled and then tucks us in. Wrapping my arm around him, I nestle close, wondering how I got so damn lucky.
We share lazy kisses for a while until I feel my eyes starting to droop. I’m just about to close them when bright light illuminates Andrew’s face. He squints along with me, and then his eyes go as wide as I imagine mine are. How in the hell did the light come on?
A noise by the doorway catches my attention. Andrew’s body goes rigid next to me at the same time I flinch, spotting the figure of a man.
“Terry?” Andrew screeches, scrambling back against the headboard.
“Jesus!” I yelp, sitting up with him and yanking the cover up higher.
Leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed, his cousin’s husband doesn’t even seem to act like we’re in the room. His attention is focused on the quart of ice cream in his hands that he’s eating straight from the carton.
“So…I was thinking,” he calls lazily. “Maybe we should try that place on Fifth Street for dinner next time. They do a great veal parm.”
“Terry!” Andrew barks. “What the actual fuck? What are you doing in my house?”
Terry ambles forward and plops down at the end of the bed. I mentally cringe, wondering if he just stepped on my discarded clothing or if it’s apparent that we just had sex. Carving out another spoonful of ice cream, he shoves it in his mouth and then looks up innocently, waving the spoon. “Oh…I was in the area and thought I’d drop by for a visit.”
“At eleven o’clock at night? How the fuck did you even get in?”
Frowning as though Andrew just asked a foolish question, he bats his hand. “Please,” he tsks. “For someone who works in real estate, you’d think you’d keep a closer eye on your keys. I do live only two blocks away from a hardware store, remember?”
Oh, wow. Hediddisappear for a while after our dinner at their house the other day. I just assumed he was tired of being social since Andrew seemed to have a stronger bond with his cousin Shaw.
