Page 49 of Under One Roof

She nods, but I can tell there’s more. “I just… I want you to enjoy it. I want to make you feel good, and I don’t want you to worry about me, okay?”

I’m stunned. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This beautiful, amazing woman has never had an orgasm with another person? And she’s worried about me enjoying it?

“Andi.” I make my voice as gentle as possible…which is to say, not very much. “Why?”

I know she needs contact. She needs physical assurance. So I can’t understand why no one has given her an orgasm.

“It’s complicated,” she says eventually, and I don’t like that answer.

“Uncomplicate it for me.”

Her responding laugh is frustrated. “I can’t. It’s… I don’t want to talk about it right now, but I’ll tell you it’s hard for me to relax and enjoy it, I guess. I…” She sighs and flops back down to the mattress. “I want to be with you. I want to do…sex with you, but I’m nervous, okay?”

I give in to a growing smile. “You want to do sex with me?”

“Don’t tease me,” she whines, though she’s smiling.

I skate my hands down her body, from her collarbone to the inside of her thighs. “I want you to tell me the reason why later, but for right now, I’m going to work on making you comfortable. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”

I stand to remove my shirt, and her eyes track my movements as I strip off my socks and jeans, leaving me in only my boxer briefs. “I’m going to get condoms, but if we don’t actually have sex, that’s fine with me, okay?”

When she nods, I slip into the en suite to find the small unopened box in the closet. They’re almost a year old because, even though I may have slept with more people than Andi, there have only been two since I had the kids. So, it’s been few and far between. I place the box on the nightstand then sit on the bed next to Andi and bend to kiss her, taking my time now that I appreciate how special this is.

Andi is extraordinary, but being allowed to touch her like this, to be given the opportunity to give her pleasure that no one else has been able to, makes me feel like a giant. With great power comes great responsibility. So I make sure to be careful.

Shifting to kneel over her, I trail kisses along her jaw and throat, urging her to sit up so I can tug off her T-shirt. I cup her tits over her bra, sweeping my tongue across her bottom lip, the one she likes to bite on and take a nip myself. She inhales sharply, a sweet moan of pleasure, and I kiss down her neck and collarbone, pausing only briefly to unclasp her bra. Before I slide it off her shoulders, I remind her, “If I do something you don’t like, tell me. And if I do something you really like, you have to tell me that, too.”

She dips her chin, her breath hot on my shoulder when she whispers in my ear, “Yes, Captain.”

“Fuck me, you’re perfect.” I whip off her plain tan bra to finally reveal these breasts I’ve been fantasizing about. They’re small and round and sit up like cupcakes on her chest. Unable to wait a second longer, I mold my hands around them, brushing over her reddish-brown nipples, sucking on one until she squirms. “Yeah,” I say around the stiff peak. “I’m gonna make sure you love this as much as I do, because I really fucking love this. Love hearing you whimper like that. Makes my dick so hard.”

I move to the other side, licking and sucking while plucking at the nipple I’ve already made wet. Andi’s hands scrabble for something to hold on to, knocking the pillows off the bed, eventually holding on to the end of the mattress. Which is perfect because it brings her tits up even higher in an offering. I go back to laving the first nipple, and she gasps. “I never knew I was so sensitive like this.”

Figures. Whoever she was with before didn’t take the time to find out what she liked and what worked for her. It pisses me off, but I recenter myself on the present, on making her feel good.

I worship her tits for a few more minutes, playing with them until they’re red and shiny, like I’ve imagined, then sink lower, kissing down her flat stomach. I drag my fingertip over her piercing, gently toying with it before tugging at the button of her jeans. When I look up at her, she nods, so I undo it and then the zipper, and slide them off.

Which is when she tenses.

An automatic reaction.

I know she was enjoying herself before, so I start all over again. I hold myself above her, kissing only her mouth, and when she seems to relax a little, I lower myself to my elbows so she can feel how badly I want her. How much I’m turned on.

I nestle my cock between her thighs, and with only two thin pieces of cotton between us, I can feel how damp she is. It makes me even harder, but I focus on working the tension loose in her limbs. I urge her arms around my neck as I leave openmouthed kisses from behind her ear to her shoulder. Eventually, she curls her fingers around the back of my head, and when I move lower, back to her breasts, she brings her thighs to my sides, rocking her hips up, searching for relief.

“I like that. Keep doing that,” she tells me on an exhale when I scrape my teeth over her nipple, and nothing has ever felt like a bigger achievement than getting this girl to admit what she likes when it’s difficult for her.

There is no more vulnerable position than this, and I’m so proud of her for being honest. Even more grateful she’s allowing me to be the person she’s being honest with.

I catch on to how she needs a slight bite of pain, a pinch here and there before soothing it with my tongue, and I wonder if I can get her over the edge like this. Especially because she’s rocking her hips now, making it awfully difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing since I just want to fuck her already with how her body is begging for it.

I stretch out on my side, keeping my mouth at her chest while reaching my right hand between her legs, finding her underwear soaked. This woman will be the end of me. “I’m going to touch you now,” I tell her. “You tell me what feels good, yeah?”

She nods, and I quickly pull the cotton down and off her legs. Of course, she closes her thighs to me, so I simply place my hand on her stomach and keep licking and nipping at her nipples until she loosens up once again. I glide my hand down slowly, over the trimmed hair on her mound to her pussy, but I don’t do any more than palm her, letting her know I’ve got her. I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.

When she starts swaying her legs side to side, I wiggle my hand, pushing her thighs open wider until I can spread my fingers, my middle digit over the length of her slit. She’s soft and wet, and I ease inside her.

“Still with me?” I murmur against the underside of her breast, and she nods. “I want to make you come. I want to feel you clench around my fingers. Feel how wet you get. Then I want to lick you clean.”

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