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She slumped against the ladder-back chair as the ripples subsided, feeling deliciously enervated. Drifting back from her blissful haze, she found Matthew smiling and caressing her thigh. "Nice?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm," she murmured, still heavy-eyed. "Very nice."

"Good." He straightened up to kiss her, and she tasted her own flavor on his lips.

"We're not done, are we?" She glanced down at the impressive bulge behind the fly of his jeans.

"Not by a long shot," he growled as she reached to caress him through the jeans. "Harder." He grasped her hand and showed her how he liked it. Andie followed his instructions, enjoying the way the color rose in his cheeks and his features tightened with lust.

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"Okay." He grabbed her hand. "That's enough." Andie watched him open-mouthed as he jerked to his feet, unzipped, and pulled his jeans and jockeys both to mid-thigh.

He palmed the table and came back with a packet between his fingers. The condoms had been there the whole time, Andie realized, she just hadn't noticed.

He fumbled momentarily with the packet while Andie gazed at his penis—his cock. She hadn't gotten a good look at it last night and wished she had more time to examine it now, but he was covering it. "You ready, baby?"

"Huh?" And suddenly she knew she was ready—hot, wet, and juicy for him. "Hell, yes."

"Then come here." He reached for her and she stood, he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up. Andie immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. Then Matthew turned and sat in the chair. A tiny part of her winced, thinking she was too heavy, she'd hurt his legs, but she forced herself to ignore that worry. She was going to enjoy this moment, and not spoil it with fear or self-consciousness.

She moved against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, feeling his pointed nipples scrape against her own. His cock was trapped between her thighs, stroking her folds and nudging her clit. Each stroke, each little bump sent a spark up her spine.

His voice was at her ear. "You ready?"

"Mmm," she moaned. The tip of his cock prodded her entrance, and he slid in. Andie gasped. It was a tight fit, but oh, he felt good. So thick and full inside her. She sucked her 62

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lower lip a moment, not moving, wanting to savor the feeling of having him there.

"Yeah, baby, feels so good," he muttered as his eyes closed, and he began rocking back and forth inside her. She moved as well, riding him, bumping her clit against him, bobbing up and down.

Breath sobbed out of Andie as she strained toward orgasm. She kissed and licked his neck and shoulders, bestowing tiny nips of desperation. Lights flickered behind her eyes, and her lungs burned as she fought for air. His cock stretched her so much it almost hurt, but it was a good hurt.

She wanted more and crushed herself to him wantonly as her skin flamed and prickled with need. She was close, so close, then suddenly her climax crested in a bright flash of light. She convulsed in Matthew's arms, shivering, her pussy rippling around him.

Matthew's fingers dug into Andie's hips. As the shimmers of sensation gradually subsided, she collapsed against him.

His arms came around her, holding her closely. It felt so comforting, so safe—his embrace flooded her with happiness and felt as good as the sex. They stayed that way until Andie shifted slightly. "How are your legs doing?"

His laughter was muffled against her shoulder. "What legs?"

Andie laughed as well, until she realized Matthew was still hard inside her. He hadn't come yet. Immediately her insecurities kicked in and she glanced at him hesitantly, afraid she'd done something wrong.

"You...you didn't—"

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He knew what she was wondering. "I don't want this to be over too soon."

A silent sigh of relief escaped her. Time to push all those doubts and fears aside, banish them from her mind. He wanted her.

She rested her cheek on his shoulder, then kissed it.

"Good. 'Cause neither do I."

She felt as well as heard his rumble of laughter. "Let's go."

Go where
, she was about to ask when he stood, holding her around the waist and she once again clamped her legs around his middle to keep from sliding to the floor. He was still deep inside her as he carried her into the other room.

They were in his living room. He deposited her gently onto the sofa, slipping out of her as he did. Andie groaned at the loss and held out her arms to him as she lay on her back.

"Come back," she pleaded.

He stood above her with one knee on the cushion, his cock hard against his belly, the condom slick with her juices. The warmth in his gaze felt like sunshine pouring over her. He looked at her as if she were a three-layer cake, and he wanted to devour her bite by bite, to the very last crumb.

Using her legs to scoot up and give him more room, she bumped her head against the armrest. "Oof."

Instantly his expression changed to one of concern. "You okay?"

"Fine." Laughter bubbled out of her. She was having so much
fun
. When had sex ever been fun? This was amazing.

He
was amazing.

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Andie held up her arms again. "Come on." She needed to come again, needed Matthew, and didn't care how greedy she was.

"Like this." He took her by the waist and helped her turn over onto her knees. She faced away from him, grasping the armrest to steady herself, as he moved behind her on the cushions. He snuggled his thighs against the backs of hers, rubbing his latex covered cock against her slippery folds.

Andie moaned. This was all new to her. She'd had sex, sure, but mainly missionary style. Occasionally Douglas would let her be on top, but he was not an especially inventive lover. He must have been saving all his tricks for Gretchen.

But this was not the time to be thinking about
dumbass
Douglas
and his skank. She was with a new man, a gifted teacher, and she was a most eager student. To demonstrate, she pushed back against him, undulating, caressing his cock with her sex lips.

It was his turn to moan. "Hold on."

Andie's fingers dug deep into the soft upholstery as he plunged into her. "Ah!" she cried, his fullness stretching her to the hilt. She held on for dear life as he pummeled her from behind, each thrust nudging the sweet spot inside her and bumping the mouth of her womb.

Andie trembled helplessly, a leaf in the wind. One of his hands moved from her hip to snake between her legs and stroke her clit. "Oh! Oohhh..." Her pussy clamped down on him, rippling around him as she climaxed.

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as she pressed her forehead to the sofa's armrest. Andie loved the weight of him, the warmth, and imagined she'd be happy to stay this way forever, surrounded by him, protected.

Until her legs began to go numb.

"Umm...I'm a little bit squashed," she ventured.

Matthew moved off her, sitting up. "Oh God, sorry. You okay?"

Andie rolled to her side and stretched out her legs. "Mmm.

Just perfect." She smiled, dreamy and deliciously sore. Her thighs ached, her nipples chafed, and her pussy thrummed—

she felt marvelous.

Matthew's cocky grin and the hank of brown hair falling over his forehead made him resemble a horny high school kid who'd just gotten some. A wave of desire rippled through her pussy. Standing and holding the condom on by its base, he said "Let me take care of this. Don't go anywhere."

"Mmm. Not a chance."

He reappeared in the doorway a moment later. Andie frowned when she saw he'd put on his jeans and cheated her out of another glimpse of his glorious nudity. "Like something to drink?" he asked.

"Thanks." She sat up and padded to the kitchen, wincing slightly as she moved.

He handed her a bottle of root beer. "I'd have brought you some," he told her.

"That's all right." Andie recognized the shape of the bottle.

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doing as she spied on him. "Sit down," she told him her voice low as she gestured to the chair.

His eyebrows lifted, but he complied and Andie sat on his lap. He hadn't minded before, so she wasted no time worrying about her weight or how heavy she was. She only had this night with Matthew, and she wasn't going to waste a moment of it.

Andie stared into his face, into those hazel eyes while she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a mouthful of the cold sweet drink. Then she pressed her lips to Matthew's and shared the root beer with him. They both swallowed the fizzy liquid, then explored the sweetness of each other's mouths.

Their tongues caressed and played.

Suddenly a cold wet something nudged Andie's back and made her yelp. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the small white pit bull with the pink nose.

"Angel, how'd you get out here?" Matthew demanded.

"Sorry," he told Andie. "I put her in the other room and thought I closed the door."

"Maybe she figured out a way to open it."

"She's smart, but not that smart. Hey, no, girl." The little dog was sniffing at Andie's sleep shorts. "Stay away from those."

But Angel snatched them up and trotted off with them.

"Uh oh."

"Oh no." Andie hopped off Matt's lap and they both scrambled to their feet.

Matt stalked after the dog, but Andie, bare-assed, was at a disadvantage. She grabbed her top from the table and pulled 67

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it over her head. But she couldn't return home half-covered, so she followed Matt and Angel into the living room.

The pup was on the sofa with the garment between her paws. "Ah, here you are," Matt said. "No, that's mine. Drop it."

"Good puppy," Andie pleaded.

Angel froze as her man reached for the shorts, but as his fingers were inches away from capturing them, she sprang off the couch with them in her teeth and bounced onto a nearby chair. The dog's whole body wriggled with exhilaration and her tail swept the air as she tensed, waiting for the humans'

next move in this exciting new game of keep away.

Andie and Matt converged on her. Matt held out his arm, in a gesture commanding Andie to stop. "No. We're doing this wrong. We're chasing her and if she thinks it's a game, she'll just keep running. Go sit down," he jerked his head toward the sofa behind them. "Let me do this."

Andie backed away, then turned to see the bigger brown and white dog standing in the doorway watching the action.

She gave Andie a look that said
don't blame me. I've got
nothing to do with this.
Then she turned and disappeared.

He approached Angel slowly and cautiously. "Angel, drop it."

Angel snuffled, then jerked her head up as if to toss the garment like a ball.

"No." Matthew's voice was stern. "Drop."

The little dog's ears and tail drooped at the disapproval in her master's voice. She crouched low on the chair, her head sagging as she slowly dropped the shorts to the floor.

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"Good girl." Matt's praise made her ears perk up again. As he bent to retrieve the piece of clothing, Angel ducked her head playfully and nabbed it. They both grabbed it at the same time in a tug of war. Angel put up a good effort, but Matthew was the victor. For all it was worth.

"Shit." Matthew turned to Andie with the shorts in his hand. There was a gaping hole where the crotch used to be.

"Sorry."

Angel knew she was in trouble and took that moment to make her escape.

"Well," Andie remarked, looking down at herself. "Good thing it's dark out. Otherwise I'd be flashing the neighborhood on my way home tonight."

"They won't know what they're missing." He fell onto the sofa beside her, making the cushions bounce.

Andie's face heated as he palmed her butt cheek and began to knead it. "Think you can loan me a T-shirt?" she asked.

"Sure. But later. Much later. You're not going anywhere for a while."

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Sex made them hungry. Matthew reheated some leftover pizza he had in the fridge and they sat in the living room with their snack. Andie wore one of Matt's T-shirts while she nibbled at her slice, trying not to think about the number of calories it contained. Matthew liked pizza with everything. The only topping he skipped was anchovies.

"Little fishy things," he grimaced. "Can't stand 'em.

They're hairy, you know?"

"You don't like fish at all?"

"Not much, no."

"You wouldn't make a good Italian, then. Seafood is part of our heritage," she told him. "Especially on Christmas Eve—it's traditional to put out a big spread, the fish, the clams, calamari—that's—"

"Squid, right?"

"Yep. Every Christmas Eve my mother had it all ready—"

Andie stopped. This last Christmas had been the first without her mother. Andie tried to keep the Christmas Eve tradition alive, but without her mother there, it had been an empty ritual.

"I'm sorry about your mom," Matthew told her quietly, seeming to read her thoughts.

"Thanks." She smiled. "You would've liked her. She was a good neighbor. She was really a pistol some times." Andie went silent, a bit flustered. She was getting too personal, 70

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which was a mistake. What she and Matthew had was just about sex. He didn't want to hear her life story.

Matt's two pit bulls had been let out of the bedroom for good behavior and now sat on either side of the coffee table, on high alert for any stray crumbs that might fall to the floor.