Instead, I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
Andrew didn't seem shocked. Indeed, he kissed back immediately. His mouth moved warmly against mine. It was as though this was planned, as though it hadn't been years since the last time that we'd coupled with one another. There was a hunger to the kiss that spoke to all that sexual tension, though. I wouldn't go so far as to say that sparks sizzled in the air, but there was something undeniably right about the kiss, something that I couldn't put my finger on.
I sighed into it. My hands came up to loop around the back of his neck. I pressed up
against him, and I could feel his hardness, thinly veiled beneath his towel. I shivered.
Andrew turned us around and took a step forward, slowly leading me back toward the bed. He gave me plenty of time to resist, to pull away or to leave, but I didn't want to. Instead, I let him push me back onto the soft sheets.
He followed me easily, continuing the kiss the moment we were settled. His hands came up, fingers working to deftly strip me of my clothes. Even though I knew this wasn't the smartest idea, even though I knew that this was how we'd ended up in this mess in the first place, I couldn't deny how badly I wanted this. I was practically trembling with desire.
His fingers drew lines of fire along my skin, sending wave after wave of heated lust cascading through my core. I whimpered, begging him without words to move faster and give me what I needed. What we both needed, actually. His cock was rigid and leaking precum as I stripped away his towel. He needed this just as badly as I did.
Sure enough, he didn't delay, didn't tease me as he had the previous time. Instead, he pushed inside me, moving carefully, surely aware of how unused to this my body was after years without.
I sobbed at the perfect sensation, and my body arched into his. I wouldn't have been able to keep quiet if I'd wanted to. It was impossible to hold back little noises of pleasure as he began to thrust into me, sending me spiraling into the strongest feelings of pleasure that I'd ever experienced.
Goosebumps erupted across my skin as he continued to use my body, effortlessly finding my pleasure-spots. My eyes slammed shut of their own accord, and my hands found their way up to the headboard, using it for leverage as I pushed back into his thrusts. I rocked my hips so that he hit that bundle of nerves deep inside me.
I came, and loudly cried out his name. That only seemed to spur him on, until he thrust his hips in wild abandon, using my body for his own pleasure. It wasn't long, though, before his hips stuttered against mine, and he groaned, long and low. He pulled out, spilling his cum across my stomach. His manhood twitched helplessly as it spurted its completion.
When the orgasm had faded, and he had gotten his breathing back, he smiled up at me. “Figured it was safer that way,” he said, gesturing towards the mess.
He reached towards the tissue box on the bedside table and began to tenderly clean me up, smiling as I giggled. Then, he flopped down beside me.
I yawned widely, worn out but worried. “Should I get out?” I asked, already sitting up.
But Andrew caught my wrist, pulling me back towards his chest. “Come here,” he said, pulling the covers up around us and wrapping his arms around me.
I knew I should probably protest. What did this even mean? We should have talked before we'd just climbed into bed together.
But it was nice being there, resting in his warm, strong arms. And I was pretty tired, after all. I smiled a little to myself as he kissed my forehead, his lips the barest trace of heat against my skin. Then, I succumbed to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Andrew
I woke up later than I normally did, with the sunlight streaming through the windows and puddling across the bed. I stretched widely, careful not to jostle the still-slumbering woman at my side. Then, I rolled into her and folded my body around hers.
She murmured softly and arched against me as I ran my hands down her side. Then, she rolled over to face me.
Lexi.
It wasn't that I had forgotten about the previous night, but in that half-awake state, I hadn't really thought about what the ramifications would be. Once she turned to face me, though, I couldn't avoid thinking about it any longer. It was as though a bucket of cold water had been thrown over me.
“Good morning,” I said slowly.
She smiled at me. “Good morning.”
I stared at her for a moment, bringing my hand up to cup her cheek. But then, I pulled away, dropping all contact with her. “Lexi,” I sighed.
Her face shuttered, and her expression went neutral. “We need to talk,” she said before I could.
“Yes,” I agreed.
“That's actually why I came in here last night,” she continued. “I wasn't looking to fall into bed with you. I wanted to talk about what our long-term plan was going to be. Not long-term, because that sounds like I'm asking you for a forever commitment, but I need to quit living week-to-week here. I need to know when you're planning on having Emma and I move out to our own apartment, or what you plan on contributing to Emma's future, or what our relationship is, and all of the other details of this arrangement. I've been here for a month and a half now, and I think we've both had plenty of time to think about what we want.”
“You're right.” I frowned, wondering how to start the conversation.