Page 116 of Out on a Limb
“Andrew,” I met his gaze, “I would very much appreciate it if you would fuck me right now.”
I didn’t really expect him to immediately believe me, which is why when his cock slid into me in one swift press I let out a sound that was created both from surprise and from pleasure.
It was loud. It was wild. It was real.
Andrew’s hand moved between the space created by the position of my bent leg, fingers finding my clit as he pushed into me again in a thrust that carried enough strength to take my breath away.
My head started to spin.
The weight of his body on mine. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass as he fucked me from behind. The rub of his fingers. The stretch of his dick as it drove into me over and over.
It made it hard to breathe. Hard to see. Hard to hear.
Impossible to think.
All I could do was feel.
And what I felt sent me over the edge way too fast.
I was coming before I could get my fill of all Andrew offered. Legs jerking, hands grabbing at the blanket, pussy fisting his dick as I groaned into the night air.
Andrew’s arm banded around my waist, pulling me up to my knees, shoulders still against the blanket as he continued to thrust into me. The change in position didn’t seem like much.
But what a difference it made.
Each stroke of his cock hit something deep inside me, curling my toes and tightening the grip I had on the blanket.
The harder he fucked me the better it felt, and soon he was pounding into me as I begged for more.
“Don’t stop.” I kept saying it, terrified he would quit doing whatever this was before I saw how it ended. “Don’t stop.”
Andrew’s hands came to my shoulders, holding me in place. What little vision I had narrowed, going to a fine point before exploding into a million little stars as I came for a second time.
But this time I wasn’t alone. Andrew’s hands moved to my hips, fingers pressing into my skin as he buried himself in me, dick swelling as he cursed under his breath.
I blinked, trying to clear my vision as Andrew stretched out beside me.
“What just happened?” I smacked at the hair in my face. “What did you just do to me?”
Andrew grabbed the bag Michael had given me, reaching in to pull out the first of the containers inside. “I gave you what you asked for.” He shot me a smirk. “Remember that next time.”
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I POKED MY head into the kitchen, my damp hair dropping against the work shirt I’d put on after my shower. “What are you doing?”
“Making breakfast.” Andrew was at the counter in nothing but his underwear, three pans spaced across the burners of my cooktop. “How often do you grocery shop?”
“It depends on how bored I am.” I went to the coffee maker and picked out a pod to drop inside. “Since Julia’s been with Grant I’ve had a lot more free time on my hands.” I set the coffee to brew and turned to find Andrew crowding my space, the wall of his chest bumping me back against the cabinets. His palms came to my hips, digging into the extra padding I stored there just in case I found myself in the middle of a famine.
I liked to be prepared.
“What happens when you’re not bored?” His hands slid up my sides and over my rib cage, moving higher until his thumbs teased along the underside of my breasts.
I held my breath, waiting for his touch to finish the climb.
“No answer?” His head dipped and his lips skated across the side of my neck as his thumbs brushed higher, coming closer and closer to the nipples he’d cared for so expertly not long ago.
“Hmm?” There had been a question, I was sure of it.
