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“Lie down on me, baby. We’ll just move here for a little bit.”
She followed my guidance, and together, we rocked our bodies until we found a perfect rhythm.
“It feels so good,” she breathed with eyes wide with wonder. “I had no idea.”
“Yeah, it does. You’re so full. So tight around me,” I groaned, trying to hold on to my orgasm that was battering my balls for release. “Not going to last, though. It’s so fucking warm inside your little body.”
My own dirty talk was making it harder to hang on. Maye grew brave and sat up tall, still speared on my cock. She raised up just a few inches and slid back down, and I knew it was over. One more time with the same motion, and that’s all it took. That little bit of friction sent my body over the edge. I felt the orgasm from my toes to the top of my head as I gripped her hips and thrust up into her, milking out every last drop into the condom.
“Wow, that was so hot,” she said, looking down at me with a sexy smile. “Watching you fall apart like that. That could become addicting.”
When I could speak again, I replied, “Anytime you want. Anytime at all.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms. It had been a long day, and finally making love to the amazing woman beside me was the perfect ending.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MAYE
The rich, dark, delicious scent of coffee woke me the next morning. I stretched beneath the covers and felt how delightfully sore my body was. Everywhere. The smile that spread across my lips couldn’t be helped. Heck, I didn’t even want to hide it. It had been so long since I felt this truly happy, I wanted to run around the block a few times shouting about it.
Life was complicated. It always was. You wouldn’t think at my age I’d already feel so burdened, but it had more to do with my personality than anything. I’ve always liked things in measured, controlled portions. So when things became chaotic, as they often did by means I couldn’t control, I was left to scramble and regroup.
Andrew was so much better at pivoting than I was. Granted, he usually did so with a scowl and some grumbling, but he wasn’t left restless for days like I was when things didn’t go according to plan.
Take the accident, for example. While he was angry and swore justice would be served, after a few days of adjusting, he set a new plan in place. He had spoken to the dean about the internship and scholarship program and assured the man we could continue our work even though he was laid up.
In the end, we were able to submit two grant proposals, even after the timeline setback we suffered in those first days after he was hit. Now came the hard part—the waiting. It would take months for the grant applications to be reviewed and processed, but I was hopeful we’d have a decision before I was due to start the first semester of grad school.
Everything hinged on our grants being awarded. If we secured the money we applied for, my grad school tuition would be paid for. If we didn’t, I’d have to scramble for financial aid. No matter what, I decided I wouldn’t put further financial burden on my parents. I could apply for student loans and get a job to make the payments without involving them.
Working with Andrew had solidified my decision to follow this career path. The process was so rewarding in itself, and if the grants were awarded to the university, I’d feel even more satisfied.
Satisfied.
Now there was a word I really appreciated this morning too. Making love to Andrew last night was better than I could have dreamed. My past experiences didn’t just pale in comparison—they were completely erased. No wonder Shepperd always extolled the values of an older man.
Jesus, the difference was night and day. Now that I had a taste of being intimate, though, I wanted to do it again. And again.
Where was that man of mine?
I quickly dressed and followed my nose to the source of that enticing coffee aroma. I had bite marks all over my body, so before going out to the kitchen and possibly running into Millie, I made sure I was appropriately covered.
And there he was, leaning against the counter, shirtless and glorious. His upper body was perfectly sculpted from all the exercises Mara had him doing. Fortunately, he was alone, so I nuzzled into his bare skin while circling my arms around his waist.
“Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” he asked and kissed the top of my head.
“Better than I have in a long time. Do I smell coffee?” I asked while not wanting to let go of the embrace.
“Sit. I’ll get you a cup,” he offered, and I let him move about the kitchen at his own pace. He was really getting around better than I expected, even if he had to use the countertops for balance every now and then.
He slid a cup of coffee toward me and went back to the pot to refill his own. When he came back to stand near me, he said, “I could really get used to this. Seeing you well fucked and rested every morning.”
I felt the flush of embarrassment warm my cheeks but thought I’d be bold with my reply. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again. And again.”
“Greedy girl,” he teased with a wink. “However, I’d be more than happy to accommodate you, Ms. Farsey.”
We stared at each other over our mugs for a long beat, heat and desire building just through our stares.
