Page 33 of Marrying the Silver Fox

I’ve caught glimpses of Andie getting out of the shower, padding around the house in a long tee and a pair of panties and nothing else, and each time, my hands have flexed at my sides almost of their own accord at the thought of touching her, feeling her, fucking her all over again.

And now here she is, all but daring me to do just that.

“I’m not letting you walk out of here by yourself,” I warn her, my voice dropping pointedly. I can feel the heat crackling in the air between us, the need throbbing through every inch of me even as I will it to stay under control.

She doesn’t break my gaze, clearly all too aware of the effect she’s having on me right now. “Then give me a reason to stay.”

Before she can say another word, I close the distance between us, pushing her against the wood-paneled wall behind her and kissing her hard—the kind of kiss born from days upon days of waiting, holding back, craving her like an addict craves a hit.

Her mouth parts against mine, letting my tongue slip inside, and I wrap my arms around her, pushing the jacket off her shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at her feet. I hitch her off the ground, pinning her against the wall, and she gasps against my mouth.

Did she really think I wouldn’t take her up on this, that I wouldn’t give over to the desire she so clearly has for me? In all the clashes between us since we’ve arrived back in America, there’s still one thing between us that works, completely, without question, and I’m determined to remind her just how much sense we make together when it comes to our physical relationship.

She’s wearing a dress that falls away from her thighs as I pull them around me, and I press myself against her, letting her feel the erection that’s already starting to grow beneath my pants. “That a good enough reason for you?” I growl against her lips.

“Getting there,” she gasps back, and she kisses me again, catching my face in her hands and holding me steady like she wants to lose herself completely to this moment.

I reach down to pull aside her panties, sweeping my fingers up between her slick folds until I find her clit, and she moans against my mouth again. I might not have fixed this tension between us, but I’ll be damned if I can’t find a better use for it than the constant complaining she’s been doing since she arrived here.

I move my hand down, slipping two fingers inside of her, and she groans again, running her hands down my back. She leans her face into my shoulder, breathing hard, and I can feel her body starting to tense as she aches to feel me inside of her.

“The guards…” she murmurs, as though just remembering that I have men on the door at all times, just a few dozen yards away from where we are right now.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I tell her, and I draw my fingers from between her legs and slip them into her mouth, letting her taste herself on my skin.

She parts her lips without question, and I grin as I feel her tongue circling around my fingers, feeding her the musk of her own arousal. For all that she might claim to take issue with me, it’s clear that all of that just vanishes from her mind when it comes time for the two of us to hook up again. If there’s one thing we can both agree on, it’s how damn good it feels to give ourselves over to this sexual tension and let it blur the lines of everything else between us.

I grind my cock into her as she sucks on my fingers, imagining that it’s my cock in her mouth instead. I can almost visualize the warmth of her lips closing around my length, the way her tongue would work industriously over my tip just like it is across my fingers right now…

I draw my fingers back from my mouth, letting her feet fall to the floor once more. I take her hand and place it against the bulge in my pants, surefire proof of how much I want her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and glossy with desire, and she seems to be able to tell exactly what’s going on inside my head before I so much as say it out loud.

She sinks to her knees before me, not moving her hand from my cock, tugging down my zipper slightly without taking her eyes off of me. Is this what she has been waiting for? An invitation to pick up where we left off in Russia with these games between us? Because if that’s all it was, she could have spoken up sooner.

Maybe she has been waiting for me to make the move, bristling against everything I do for her in the hopes of sparking me into some kind of reaction that I just can’t hold back from.

I slip my hand into her hair, wrapping my fingers around my cock as it springs free from my pants. She parts her lips at once, gazing down at me as though she’s seeing me for the very first time—and I suppose, this close, she is. My cock is already glistening with precum, and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my hard-on, practically overheating with the sheer intensity of my need for her.

And then, slowly, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of my cock. I groan as I feel her warm, soft mouth against me, her tongue fluttering at my tip as if she wants to taste my cum straight from the source. She lets out a soft moan, the sound vibrating up and through me, and I tighten my grip on her head, silently telling her that I’m more than ready for her to give me more.

“Mmm,” I groan, as she begins to work her way down my length. “Fuck, that’s it. You look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your mouth…”

She flicks her gaze up to meet mine once more, and I wish I could take a snapshot of the way she looks right now. Those gorgeous eyes gazing up at me, her lips stretched to take my full girth into her mouth, her hand reaching up to cover mine so she can control the depth at which she takes me past her lips…it’s so fucking hot. And that’s to say nothing of the way it feels, as she teases me with her tongue, trailing it up my seam and swirling it around the head before she repeats the motion again.

As she inches down my length, I realize that her other hand has slipped between her thighs and is working urgently beneath her dress, as if she’s too horny to hold back on getting herself off.

“Don’t come until I’m inside you,” I growl to her firmly, and she looks up at me, eyes wide and written with want. I notice her other hand slow slightly as she turns her attention back to my cock, drawing back to catch a breath before she dives back in for more.

She manages to fit most of me into her mouth—an impressive feat, especially on her first try. Her enthusiasm is evident as she grips me in place with one hand and slips up and down my length with her mouth, my cock glossy with her saliva as a reminder of just how much she wants this.

I notice her thighs closing together around her hand, her movements beginning to become more frantic, and I know that if I don’t stop now, she’s not going to be able to give me what I’ve just asked for. As tempting as it is to let her come with my cock in her mouth, I don’t intend to waste that orgasm by not feeling it myself.

I draw her head back from my cock, and she lets out a whimper, as though frustrated that she hasn’t been able to finish the job. I pull her to her feet again, tearing off her panties, catching a glimpse of the glistening wetness on her pussy. She wants this as badly as I do, all the frustration of the last few days having built up inside her just the same way it has in me. And now, I see no reason to hold back, to deny both of us what we want.

I lift her, wrapping her arms around me, bringing my saliva-slicked cock to her entrance and listening to the moan of anticipation that escapes her lips as soon as she feels it.

Good. I want her on the very edge, needing me so badly it’s enough to put everything else out of her head. I want her here with me, just me, the two of us losing ourselves to this moment, to how it feels to be with each other after we’ve struggled to find just about anything to agree on…

And then, my hands tucked beneath her ass, I push myself inside of her in one long stroke. She gasps, her head tipping back, and I plant my lips against her exposed throat, running my teeth along it lightly in a teasing promise of just how much I want her. Her arms rest on my shoulders, her thighs wrapping around me, ankles hooking behind my back as she pulls me in even deeper.