Page 31 of On the Fly
She smiled, spreading her legs for him to settle between and easily sink inside her. This time was different than the others. Ander slowly and methodically pulled back and pushed in again. His frantic need to be inside her had dissipated. This time, he took his time.
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m not,” she said, her voice wispy and breathy even to her own ears. She lifted her legs, wrapping them over his thighs. He’d said this time was for her, but she’d enjoyed the other times too—each one brought out instant and intense reactions. She slid her eyes closed when he rose, pushing off her and sitting back on his knees, pulling her body with him. His hips never stopping the rhythmic cadence or the delicious friction he created from the inside out.
“Open your eyes and watch me, Emma.”
She struggled to do as he asked. The sensations were so good as he moved inside her. She was close and moved her hand down. It wouldn’t take much to finish herself off. When his hand circled her wrist, stopping her from touching herself, she finally opened eyes, prepared to protest. The words were lost in her throat at the look in his eyes. He was the beautiful one, so toned and tight. Ander was gorgeous and captivating in a way few people could ever achieve. She emitted a gasp as he lifted her leg, bending it to her chest while his finger teased her clit in mind-numbingly slow circles.
“Please.”
“I want it to last…” His voice sounded husky and it touched her heart. This was too much. He was too much. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips, demanding he pick up the pace. He acquiesced to her plea, moving his hips with controlled purpose until he’d taken them both to the edge. Then he fell forward on top of her, bucking with abandon.
Emma wrapped herself around him, only barely managing to hang on as the world again slipped away and her orgasm racked her body. This time, Ander tumbled over the edge with her, clinging to her like she clung to him. Lost to everything and everyone except this man in her arms.
Chapter 15
Thankfully, the walk of shame was only a few feet. Ander tugged on his slacks from last night, not bothering with the button, and grabbed his shirt and dress coat before looking back over his shoulder at the sleeping beauty snuggled into the warmth of the blankets covering her. That had been his body keeping her warm just seconds ago. Deep regret of opportunities lost had him swinging his head away and forcing himself to quietly shut the bedroom door behind him.
Funny how a nine o’clock Eastern Time meeting had irked him just a few days ago. He’d had to fly out here and work around the clock. The least his lazy siblings could do was get their asses out of bed a little earlier.
Now, he wished he’d scheduled the call for later so he could enjoy a restful morning with Emma. Maybe they could have eaten the breakfast in bed together. Licking that natural maple syrup off Emma’s beautiful breasts would have made the breakfast much sweeter.
Ander’s cock reawakened at the thought of sucking on Emma’s rosy nipples as he pushed through the door of the bedroom he’d been staying in. Perhaps he could end the call early and crawl back in bed to do that very thing.
“You’re late.”
Ander jolted at his mother’s voice, dropping his shirt and dress coat on the bed, his heart slamming in his chest and he jerked around to the desk chair in the corner of the room. How he’d made it so far inside the room without noticing her was a testament to how lost he’d become to the fantasy of Emma’s tits. More interesting was how quickly his hard-on deflated with his mother’s knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“You’re never late. And you aren’t dressed,” his sister, Skye, said from the computer screen behind his mother’s back. A computer which should have been locked until he made the effort to begin the conference call.
“He’s met someone,” his mother said, still facing him. Ander made a show of rolling his eyes as he left his clothes on the bed and went for his suitcase to pull free a T-shirt.
“Do tell,” Erik, his brother, said while Ander pulled the shirt over his head and buttoned his slacks.
“Don’t say a word, Mom. It’s none of their business,” Ander declared, sending all his siblings—whose images were currently partitioned into a split screen—into laughing fits.
“Of course it’s our business. You’re our brother,” Skye said. Though they kept in touch regularly, Ander was surprised at how adult she looked on the screen. Sure, she was twenty-six and living on her own across the country, but she’d always be his baby sister.
“Not by choice,” he grumbled, pulling a commonly muttered phrase from his youth.
“It’s the young woman your father wanted him to meet,” his mother said dreamily, tilting her head back when he came to stand before her. Ander narrowed his eyes.
“What are you talking about?” He’d wondered which brother Emma was meant for, but, after this weekend, he wasn’t at all certain how he would have coped with Emma being with one of his brothers.
“When your dad met her, he knew she’d be perfect for you. Told me all about it. He had high hopes you two would meet one day. Guess he was right.” She beamed a smile and he didn’t have the heart to tell her his old man rarely got anything right where he was concerned.
“Man, I wish I could see Ander’s face right now,” Jet said. “He can’t like this conversation at all. You know, man unto himself…”
“Shut the hell up. How’d you even find time to be on this call anyway? I thought you were on assignment with that covert company you can’t talk about.” Ander scowled at the screen.
“I always make time for family.” Jet could be counted on for many things, but being available when required wasn’t one of them. His job kept him busy and outside normal contact channels most of the time. He’d left the military after serving for ten years. His mother had been delighted to have him out of harm’s way. Though Ander had his suspicions Jet courted danger even with this new non-military company.
“Uh huh,” Ander mumbled as he waved a hand at his mom. “Mom, I need my chair.” He pointed to a side chair by his desk for her. He’d never normally have his mother move, Ander would have just taken the paperwork lying ready to discuss to another location, but all those mellow, after great sex feelings had vanished. His natural state of irritation was back in full force.
“Oh, by all means, my number one.” She glanced at the screen one more time before moving. “They have the same personality,” she said happily, then rose from the chair, kissing his cheek as she scooted past him.
“That can’t be good. Ander needs someone as patient as Job,” Lucky stated. “I figured Ander would be single his whole life.”
