“Sure,” she says, following me into the kitchen.
“Here you go, babe,” I say as I hand her the beer, standing square in front of her.
“Why do you call me ‘babe’ and ‘gorgeous’?” she asks.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip before answering and watch her melt looking up at me. “’Cause that’s what you are?”
“Jesus. I really wish we could make us work,” she says.
“I know you do, but anything more than what we have will change everything. I’m not boyfriend material.”
She shakes her head and I can see it hurts her when I tell her no, but I’m not letting my guns down on this. So I distract her how I know to do so well. Taking my hand, I run it across the small of her back and around her side. Her breathing quickens as I trail my fingers up her stomach to her breasts, where I go in, grabbing a handful of her plump tit. She moans, resting against the counter, and I lift her shirt, kissing her nipple before I take it in between my teeth.
She almost falls back, catching herself at the last second, then slowly, she lowers herself. I smirk at her as she lies back so beautifully against the cold counter. Taking my hands, I lift her up and trail kisses all over her body. Her arms are splayed so beautifully above her head, showing every contour of her body. She reaches down and unbuttons her jeans. I know what she wants, after all, it’s why she’s here.
Taking my hands, I slide them under her waistband and she lifts her ass so I can get them off. Her * is glistening for me, so wet and beautiful. Looking at the counter she is lying on, this is perfect. I can fuck her here and not have to worry about my leg one bit. Pulling my pants down, I grab a condom out of the pocket. She leans up, watching me roll it down my length, and the second I’m done I ask her, “How do you want it?”
“Hard. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she says with the most serious expression on her face.
Looking down, I line up my cock with her opening before slamming into her. She screams out in ecstasy arching off of the counter and I pull her thighs down, getting her right where I want her. Everything inside of her is tight, I’m so fucking horny it’s hard to even describe. She wiggles a little above me and it spurs me to begin moving, deep, long, hard strokes, hitting her in just the right spot.
“Take your shirt off,” I pant, needing to see her tits bounce while I fuck her.
She listens like a good girl, even removing her bra. So finally, I give her what she asks for – a good hard fucking. It rubs my cock off just right and I can sense that I can come again. Andrea is lying there bracing her weight, holding on to anything she can as I fuck her intensely. Her noises are so loud, matched with my grunts, so I know it won’t be long ’til we relish in a release.
Looking down, I love how my cock looks, how sexy it is to watch myself penetrate her body. Focusing on her sex wrapped so tightly around me, I lose it. With my hands fiercely gripping her hips, I revel in yet another orgasm and am rewarded with hers as well. Her entire body shakes, she has one hand clamped around her tit while the other is on my side, willing me to keep going.
Looking down at Andrea, I see Arion. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and let my fucked up mind drift me to the past so I can keep the illusion of still being with Arion alive.
“I really wish you’d stop worrying about me,” my mom says, doing her best to stay strong.
I can see she’s worried herself; it’s written all over her face. She keeps picking at the skin on her arm and that’s how I know. She keeps leading on that everything is okay, but I can tell she’s only telling me what I want to hear, to make me feel better. My dad is still talking to the doctor outside the room and I can’t bear to leave my mom right now.
“I’m not worried,” I lie, hoping it will calm her a bit.
“Nate, you have the same look on your face as you did when you broke the Neilson’s window when you were seven, or when the cops came to the house for the party that you weren’t throwing while your dad and I were out of town, or—”
I cut her off, “All right, I get it. I’m worried, Ma.” Images of her in a nursing home as her health declines race through my mind. “I mean, how the hell am I not supposed to be, Ma, when you’re the most important person in my life?”
“You have to trust in the doctors and have faith that they are sending me to the best possible place there is.”
“I’m trying, I really am. But you’re going to be almost an hour from the house, we can’t stay the night with you, it’s…it’s just a lot to process.”
“I know. It’ll all work out, baby, you’ll see.”
I let go of her hands, placing my face in mine, exhaling deeply, while I do my best to listen to her words and really believe in them.