“ I tell her as she squeezes the life out of me with her hug. “I’ve got to go or I’ll be late.”
“Have fu-un.” I singsong sarcastically, a little ill tempered as he heads to the door. “To think that was us, just a few weeks ago,” Andy remarks, slipping his arms around my waist and kissing me deeply. “Don’t talk about that,” he says quietly “I don’t want you to traumatise yourself again bringing it up.”
I place my hand on his chest, reassuring him that I’m OK and continuing when he moves his finger. “Keep going,” I tell him “I can take it.”
I see him nod in the mirror and feel him push a little harder, the widest part of the head almost in. “To think that was us, just a few weeks ago,” Andy remarks, slipping his arms around my waist and kissing me deeply. “Okay,” I tell him a little breathlessly “you can start, babe.”
He starts to fuck me slowly, watching every expression on my face in the mirror to assess how I’m coping, gradually reaching a slow, steady rhythm.
