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Andi’s forehead met mine, her panting becoming quicker with each stroke over my cock. Just like earlier, I could tell that she was close.

“Grab the headboard, it’s my turn.”

Her hands reached out, clutching the wood behind me. My grip stayed firm on her ass as I drove into her, bucking my hips, and bottoming out with every plunge.

With the leverage from the headboard, she met me thrust for thrust, until we were both panting like wild animals.

As badly as I wanted to come, I needed to make sure she’d get there first.

“Holy shit. I’m right there, Hunter.” I drove into her a few more times before I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock.

“Coming.” Her hands moved from the headboard and onto my shoulders as if she was spent, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her reaction had been completely different than the first time we had sex. She was exhausted, her cheeks flush, and the more I moved inside of her, the more I was able to tell how sensitive she was. The first time, she’d hidden it all.

“Andi.” I fucked her once, twice, three more times. “Tell me I can come inside of you,” I begged, wanting to own her.

“Yes. Fill me up, Hunter,” she moaned through her own orgasm.

Allowing myself to go, I did just as she requested. Waves of pleasure ripped right through me as I filled her up with every goddamn drop I had left in my body.

We sat there connected to one another for what felt like hours lost in pure euphoria.

“I’m afraid you’ve broken me,” I mumbled into her shoulder.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Andi started to pull herself up, but not before I could push her back down.

“Not in the physical sense.” I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

“Then what do you mean?” She drew her eyebrows together.

“I mean, and this might sound lame, but tonight was the best night I’ve ever fucking had, Andi.”

“Are you saying I’m the best sex you’ve had in all of your almost…” She tapped her chin. “Forty years?” She shimmied her chest into my face, and if I wasn’t so exhausted, I’d be hard all over again from that subtle movement alone.

“I’m saying, in all the time I’ve used this room, all the women I’ve been with, they don’t hold a candle to you. You make me feel free in here. Connected in a way I haven’t felt since…” I didn’t finish my sentence in fear of how that word would sound just after we’d gotten done sharing such a huge moment together.

“Since your wife?” Andi finished my sentence with no trace of jealousy or distaste laced in her voice.

“Even with her, I never felt this way. But then again, I didn’t necessarily have long enough to get there,” I admitted.

Lightening the mood, Andi brushed her fingertips along my chest. “Well, as if it weren’t obvious—handing you over all of these firsts and what not—you’re kind of the best thing to happen to me, well … ever I guess.” She shrugged, her gaze fixated on her hands dancing across my pecs, toying with the sprinkle of chest hair, and it was probably the cutest thing I’d ever witnessed.

“Speaking of firsts … Was tonight the first time you came from my cock?” I smirked, watching her cheeks turn bright red.

“W-What?” she answered, stunned and caught off guard that I’d come to the realization that the first night we spent together she never finished, even though she’d told me the opposite.

“I’m not mad at you. But I do know that you lied to me the first night we were together. Watching you come apart on my tongue and then my cock, it was very clear what you look like when you come.” I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to admit her little fib.

“Okay, you caught me.” She rolled her eyes. “But it wasn’t because I didn’t have a great time. It was because it was so fucking good that I was caught up in my thoughts so deeply, and I didn’t allow my body to get there.”

“Well, let’s be clear about one thing.” I paused. “There will never be a time again where you leave my bed without coming first. You got that?”

“Sir, yes, sir.” She saluted me like an absolute goofball, and it was then that I realized that Andi opened up with me in a way that I never thought was possible. Sure, I’d always hoped for it, but I didn’t think I’d get lucky enough to truly see her as much as I had so soon. And even more unexpectedly, she’d put life back into me that seemed like a thing of the past.

Ripping myself out of bed this morning when Andi looked so perfectly peaceful lying naked in my sheets was the last thing I wanted to do. We’d spent every night together getting to know each other since we announced our relationship—which we confirmed was in fact a relationship—to her friends.

She’d been in my bed, owning the left side of it like it had always been hers. Andi moved around my house like she belonged there. She even told my housekeeper to take a vacation so we could have alone time no matter what time of the day it was. My girl gave zero fucks when she told her that she’d even be paid—all expenses—for her time off and vacation. All the money coming from my pocket, of course. Something I gladly would have done myself. But watching Andi take control to get me completely alone was hot as hell.

The sight of my girl parading around my house, my not-so-secret sex room, bare naked, or even in her Calvin’s and oversized flannels, were both engrained in my memory. The image held a special place in my mind for times like right now when I was stuck at work.