Chapter 25

TWENTY-FIVE

Anders

Should I tell her I’ve never been with a virgin before?

Will it make her feel better or worse?

I can tell she’s dealing with some conflicting emotions in the aftermath of our lovemaking, but I’m not sure how to help because I’m battling some confusing shit myself.

My feelings for her are already strong. Much stronger than they should be after five days. I’m not a love-at-first-sight kind of guy, but that’s the only way to explain this thing between us. From the moment I saw her on the beach, I was drawn to her. The minute we started to talk the connection was undeniable. One kiss and I was a goner.

Now that I’ve made love to her? Essentially been her first everything? She’s mine. That’s all there is to it.

Saying something like that out loud is hard, though. Not only is it something I’m not used to doing, I also think we’ve moved too fast for someone who’s never done any of this before. The sex is one thing, but she’s never really had a boyfriend before either, and my gut tells me she’s nervous.

“A good orgasm should relax you,” I say after a moment. “Not leave you spinning in the wind. And I can see your big, beautiful brain is working overtime. Can you tell me what’s bothering you?”

She sighs, chewing the inside of her cheek. “I feel like we’re…a couple . Like you’re my boyfriend and whatever this is has a future. But I’m not stupid—I know that’s not how relationships work and it’s too soon?—”

“Says who?” I interrupt gently, stroking her cheek with my knuckles.

“What?” I’ve confused her.

“Who says this isn’t how relationships work? Is there a book with instructions? Because if there is, I’ve never seen it. In my experience, every relationship is different and the only timeline that matters is the one that works for us.”

“Well, sure, but who gets into a relationship after a week?”

I chuckle. “Well, my parents, for one. They met at a club in the 80s, went home together, and my mom moved in with him the next day. They’ve been together ever since.”

“My parents dated for four years before they got engaged,” she says. “So I guess that’s my only point of reference.”

“Everyone is different. And if you want me to be your boyfriend, I’d love for you to be my girlfriend.”

Her eyes widen and she stares at me. “But…I’m leaving.”

“So? There are planes and trains and automobiles that can bridge the gap between Philly and Lauderdale. The team is playing in Philly mid-October, so I’ll see you then, and you said your job would be remote after the initial probationary period. Which means you can work from anywhere. Right?”

She looks a little confused, but nods. “Er, yes. They asked me to be in the office to learn the ropes, although after the first six weeks, that’s optional too. I was re-reading my employment agreement the other day and it says there’s a six- week mandatory in-office training period, but then it goes to fifty-fifty and finally one hundred percent remote other than the occasional special meeting or event.”

“So, depending on what happens, you could spend time down here with me when I’m not traveling.”

“Oh.” She seems surprised at the offer, staring at my face intently.

Her and that big brain of hers, I can practically see the wheels turning, as if she has the weight of the world on her mind.

But then she surprises me by kissing me.

And this kiss is not soft or chaste or timid—it’s the kiss of a woman who knows what she wants, and right now, what she wants is her man.

Me .

I pull her astride me and let her feel my growing erection.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” I hiss as she wiggles into place.

“Yes.” She rubs her core against my crotch and I’m dangerously close to slipping inside of her.

“Put the condom on,” I grunt, reaching for a nearby packet.

She takes it from me tentatively, slowly ripping it open.

“Just roll it down,” I instruct.

“I’m worried about my nails,” she whispers, moving painstakingly slowly to take it out of the package and roll it down.

“Take your time.”

She fumbles for a moment but then gets the hang of it and finishes up quickly.

Finally, the condom is on, and I rest my hands on her hips. “That’s it, baby. Slide right down. Take the whole thing and show your man what you want.”

I don’t know if it’s the tone of my voice or calling myself her man that turns her on, but her eyes turn to liquid fire as she sinks all the way down without hesitation.

“Oh, shit, that’s intense,” she pants, digging her fingers into my chest.

“Different angle, lots more pressure. You okay?”

“Oh. Yes. It feels amazing.” Her breath comes out short and choppy. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“Experiment. Figure out what feels good. And then run with it.”

“Anders…” She stops for a moment, looking down at me. I swear I can see her heart in her eyes, like she’s about to tell me she loves me…but then her lids flutter closed, and she starts to move. And I’m somehow disappointed.

But it’s hard to think with the most beautiful woman I know impaled on my cock. I want her to move, bounce— anything —to relieve the growing need between my legs. But she’s taking her time, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Up, down, a little to the right…it’s glorious torture. With a bit of coaxing from me, it doesn’t take long for her to find her rhythm, and there’s a fire brewing that’s going to rage out of control any second now.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful it is to have you riding my cock like this?” I breathe, reaching out to gently flick her clit with my thumb.

“Ohhhh…that’s nice.” She lifts up and sinks back down, and this time I grip her hips tighter, holding her in place so I can grind up against her. She moans and her chin hits her chest. “Anders—please! More!”

“We’re not in a rush,” I say, even though my cock disagrees. “Take some time to find your happy place.”

“The whole thing makes me happy,” she murmurs.

“Yes, but there are certain spots that will make you happier than others. Try different angles and you’ll see what I mean.”

She dips and grinds, moving fast and then slow, giving me a glorious view of her tits as they bounce in front of me. Normally I would lean up and suck on one, but she needs to do this with less input from me. Just this once. I want her to figure out what makes her tick. I’m happy to help, but she’s on a journey of exploration, and I’m discovering it can be fun to sit back and just…watch.

“Oh fuck.” A rush of air leaves her and she digs her nails into my chest. “Anders!”

I’m right there with her, thrusting up deep every time she comes down.

I hope she’s close because I’m hanging on to my control by a thread.

“Anders!” Her shriek—along with the way her pussy squeezes around me—tells me she found her G-spot, and we’re off and running. She’s bouncing so hard I hang on to her by the hips, trying to find some semblance of balance, but we’re close to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, the mattress disappears from under us, and we slide right off the bed, landing on the carpeted floor with a painful thud.

“ Fuck! ” I let out a hiss, grateful I’m the one who took the brunt of the fall. “Damn, that hurt.”

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Claudia lets out a little shriek at the same time.

She seems a little winded as we land, but no worse for wear.

Her eyes meet mine and there’s a split second of silence before she giggles.

“You okay?” I ask, wincing.

“I will be—once you finish getting me off.”

I look down and realize I’m still inside of her—and still hard.

There’s a faint throbbing in my ass from where I landed on my tailbone, but it would take a broken bone or a gunshot to stop me from finishing what we started.

Without missing a beat, I adjust our position so my back is against the bed and she’s still straddling me, her legs bent at the knees and her feet flat on the floor. I like it this way because her tits are up against my chest, and I can kiss her as I get her off.

“Anders, please…” She breathes my name as our mouths collide.

There’s so much I want to say, but I can no longer form a coherent thought.

Her body is slick and wet and warm, pulsing around me as we find our rhythm again. I dig my fingers into her hair as I thrust up, ignoring the soreness in my ass. She’s writhing on my lap, her hips moving in time with mine, bodies perfectly in sync. I know she’s close, so I punch up deep, giving her everything she wants and probably a little she didn’t know she wanted as well.

The familiar tingle in my spine tells me there’s no stopping what’s about to happen, but she pops off first, screaming out my name.

I’m not sure what happens next, because all I can do is feel… and then there’s nothing but the two of us.