Pretend for Me (11 page)

Turning to look at her he saw her eyes sparkled. “I’m
not saying they don’t happen.”

“I wish they did though. I have to admit I see the
attraction of the handsome hero doing whatever he could to claim the woman. My
hero would be willing to stand up in front of everyone and proclaim his love
for her.”

He listened as she spoke. Her words made him smile.
What she said was exactly what he imagined her to say.

“Men like that don’t exist,” he said.

She let out a sigh resting against him. “We women can
hope for a man like that.”

He pulled her in closer, kissed her lips, and then
rubbed their noses together. When he was with her it never felt forced. Their
actions were natural. He held her close while she ate her food. He continued to
read when she got called away.

By the time it was ready to go home he’d finished the
book. He rode in his car with Sara. She stayed silent on the journey home. The
garden had been laid out similar to what it would look like on the day.

Sara sat next to him during the whole event. The best
man and the maid of honor, Tracy, read out their speeches followed by the
parents.

Andy looked up at the sky to see it darken. Any moment
it was going to rain.

The roll of thunder began.

“It’s going to rain,” she said. The first few drops
started to fall. They stayed seated at the table while everyone went into a
mass panic.

“Come on,” he said.

They didn’t run for the cover of the house. Andy
grabbed her hand heading in the direction of the summer house. There was no way
he was going to be trapped inside with her family to keep them company. He was
going to have Sara all to himself.

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Sara ran for cover holding tightly onto Andy’s hand as
she did. She laughed when she tripped and fell. He caught her against him. Andy
picked her up running with her in his arms to the cover of the small summer
house at the bottom of the garden.

“I bet they didn’t plan on this happening. Bethany’s
probably having a fit with Mother Nature right about now.”

He put her on her feet and closed the door. Their
laughter echoed in the air. Andy cupped her cheek. “You must be freezing. Let’s
get this off.” He pushed the denim jacket she’d been wearing to the floor.

She rubbed her arms in an attempt to heat up.

“Here, I found this.” Wrapping the towel around her
arms he pulled her in close and started to dry her.

“You’re wet as well.” She began to unbutton his shirt
pushing it off his shoulders. He wore nothing under his shirt. His chest was
bare to the touch. She ran her hands over the hard muscled contours of his
chest. Sara couldn’t help but touch him.

Her mouth went dry as her body became aware of where
they were. They were alone and wouldn’t be disturbed in the rain.

She leaned in and kissed his chest above his right
nipple.

“What are you doing, Sara?” he asked.

Gazing up into his dark brown eyes she was held
captive by his stare.

“I’m living dangerously for a change.” She pushed the
towel away then pulled the shirt she’d been wearing up over her head.

Sara stood before him in her white silk bra and a pair
of frayed jeans.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said. “This will
change everything between us.”

“Don’t you want it to change?” She took his palm and
placed it over her breast. “I want to, Andy.”

He stared where his hand lay on her flesh. She watched
as he licked his own lips before pulling his hand away. For a split second she
felt disappointment, and then he cupped her cheek leading her backwards. She
stared into his eyes trusting him with each step back she took.

Andy closed the gap between them sinking his tongue
into her mouth. Her moans echoed off the walls. She didn’t care. Her heart
pounded inside her chest. The need to be close to him consumed her unlike
anything she’d ever known.

The bed in the far room felt too far away. Andy took
her down to the floor. “Our first time together should be in a bed,” he said.

“I don’t care. I want you, Andy. A bed, the wall, the
floor, I don’t care as long as you’re inside me. I need you.”

She reached for the buckle of his belt as he worked on
ridding her of her jeans. They worked together until they both lay on the
summer house floor without any clothes on. Andy tore the underwear from her
body and simply gazed down at her. She didn’t hide from him. He was perfection
as far as she was concerned. She glanced down to see his cock was thick,
pulsing out in front of him. Her stomach tightened with need. She wanted to
feel him inside her, and she’d waited long enough.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he said. His
fingers glided over her skin making little goose-bumps erupt all over her body
where he touched. She never thought she could feel so alive from his touch
alone. Sara craved his touch more than she craved her next breath.

Her arousal tightened deep into her core.

“You’ve imagined me naked?” she asked, teasing him.

“Sara, baby, you don’t want to know how many times
I’ve imagined you spread out on my bed waiting for me.” He leaned down and
kissed her.

His mouth possessed her as his words possessed her
mind. She’d never for a second thought he’d wanted her, and hearing him admit
the truth was a thrill she never wanted to forget.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him in
close excited with the new feelings she was discovering.

One of his arms wandered down her side grazing her hip
and pulled her in tightly against him. She felt the heat of his erection
pressing against her stomach. Gazing down to look at him she was struck by how
long and thick he was. Andy tilted her head back to look at his face. He
brushed his lips against hers. The instant change within them shocked her.
She’d felt the attraction bubbling between them for some time. Never had she
thought it would be this powerful. She felt consumed with her desire for him.
Nothing was enough. She couldn’t touch him enough, feel him enough.

“I want you, Andy,” she said, whispering. She was
afraid of what her words would mean. Even though she desired him, she also
loved him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His hand stroked her body. His touch ignited a fire
within her. She used all of her strength to push him to the floor and deepened
the kiss. The pleasure from his touch made it hard for her to think.

He pushed her hair out of the way and then moved his
hand down her back caressing over her butt.

She stared down into his eyes. “We’re really doing
this?”

“Only if you
want to, Sara.
I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want
to.”

Sara smiled. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

He rolled her underneath him, taking control once
again. Her legs fell on either side of him as he claimed her lips once more.
His kisses were like a drug. She knew she’d become addicted to them in no time.

“We haven’t got any protection,” she said. He nibbled
her neck, sucking on the point where her pulse lay. She gasped as the sensation
went between her thighs. Her need for him had already made her wet.

“I’ve got it covered.” He reached for his jeans and
pulled out a condom. “I was a Boy Scout when I was young. I’ve learned to
always come prepared.”

She wasn’t insulted. If he’d not had the condom they
wouldn’t have been able to go further. “I’ll let you off this time. Don’t think
it’s a sure thing with me,” she said.

He tore the foil, and she watched him put the condom
over his dick. Her mouth watered at the beauty of him.

Andy went over her. “When it comes to you, I never
assume anything.”

Sara felt him rub the tip of his cock against her
opening. She tensed as she recalled the first initial hurt when she’d lost her
virginity.

“Don’t tense for me, baby. I’ll make it good for you.
I promise.”

She relaxed in his arms trusting him completely. Andy
took his time. His fingers slipped through her slick folds. Sara gasped arching
up to him. He caressed her bud drawing out her pleasure.

“You’re so wet,” he said. He brought her to the brink
of climax only to leave her teetering on the edge of bliss. “I can’t wait. I’ve
got to have you.”

Andy slammed his lips down on hers. His hand gripped
his impressive cock and pressed the length against her slit.

He eased his way inside her. The feel of him
stretching her made Sara moan. She was more than ready for his penetration.
This was it. Andy was finally claiming her as his.

Wrapping her arms around him she pressed herself up
against him, urging him on with her body.

He let out a curse. His hand steadied her hip. She
felt his hand shake on her body.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“You feel perfect. I knew you would be, and I’m not
even all the way inside you yet.”

His words meant the world to her. She stared up into
his eyes and allowed herself to be taken to heaven. Her lips were swollen from
his kisses, and his fingers bit into the flesh of her hips and ass where he
gripped her tightly.

Andy seated himself to the hilt inside her. She felt
him pulse, and he gave her time to accommodate his wide girth. He touched her
body all the time bringing her more pleasure with his hands than she could have
ever imagined possible.

When she couldn’t stand the torture anymore, Sara
started to move. She needed him to move or to do something. In the back of her
mind she was screaming for him to fuck her. For once she wanted the consuming
pleasure she wrote about. Sara craved for Andy to simply grab her and to fuck
her hard.

He pushed the hair off her face and gazed down into
her eyes. There was something different in the way he looked at her, something primitive.

“This will change everything between us.”

“I don’t care. I want you, Andy. I lo—” He cut her off
with his lips before she got the chance to say anything more. His body took
over in the conversation forcing her to feel rather than talk.

No words were suitable enough to describe what he was
doing to her body. He thrust inside her to the hilt over and over again. Each
thrust rubbed against the walls of her pussy, turning her on more. Andy made
her watch his cock slide in and out of her as he claimed her. She watched him
forge inside her. The sight and feel of him were unlike anything she’d ever
experienced. The possessive act made her beg for him to do it again.

Andy captured her hands and pressed them above her
head as he took control of her aching body. He was in charge, and only he could
give her pleasure. His dominance startled her.

Never had she felt so raw or exposed. He gave her so
much pleasure with his short shallow thrusts. She closed her eyes unable to
take the intense pleasure he was giving her. Nothing could have prepared her
for this. He caught her face and kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth
as his cock did the same inside her body. His other hand went between them to play
with her clit. She felt his fingers stroking her swollen bud. There was nothing
more for her to do but feel.

When her release came he swallowed her cries down with
his kisses. Only when her release claimed her did his pace increase. The thrust
of his hips was sharp and forceful as he neared his own climax.

His grip tightened on her hips, and he slammed his
lips down on hers. She felt the jerk of his shaft inside her, and the
connection between them was complete. His orgasm released, and Sara never wanted
their time to end.

Chapter Ten

Andy didn’t want to let her go. She felt amazing
around his cock. His orgasm slowly ebbed away, and still he held her in his
arms. Most of the time, Andy was the first one to pull away from any emotional
entanglements. Now he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her. She stared up
at him. Her eyes were wide, and she was taking deep gulping breaths.

“Wow,” she said.

He stroked her hair back from her face. Andy didn’t
want anything to obscure her green expressive eyes from him. No words were
necessary.

What was happening to him? He’d never felt anything
like this with another woman before. Andy stroked her cheek watching the way
she leaned into his touch.

“Say something.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Words failed him, and he
didn’t want to spoil the moment.

“Was I awful?”

He frowned. “No, you were perfect.”

Kissing her lips he rested his head against her tits.
Her heart was beating against his head. If he could he’d gladly stay in this
position for the rest of his life.

“You said you needed the practice. I’d be more than
happy to give you the practice.” Andy couldn’t let her go now. She meant to
damn much to him. They were destined for this. After all this time, Andy had
known they were meant for more.