“You get lost?” she asked. “Or did you forget that your woman was waiting for you in the shower?”
He smiled at her, but did not move towards her.
“So is your damn fine self just going to stand there?”
“I’m afraid so. Helen asked us to make a bakery run; so, if we’re both going to get ready, get to the bakery, make the 10 AM Mass, and get back for brunch, I’m afraid we can’t play this morning.”
She turned to face him with a coy look on her face. “Really? So, if I moved over here against the wall and put my hands like this,” she spread her hands out at roughly shoulder height. “And then, I pushed my hips up and back like this,” Sara looked over her shoulder at him and gave Andy a smoldering smile. “And you could see how wet and ready I am for my man — are you telling me my beautiful man would just leave me wanting?”
Andy set his clothes down on the vanity, and moved behind her.
“You’re not the only addict, you know,” he whispered in her ear.
Sara giggled. “Good. I’d hate to think I’d have to go to rehab alone.”
He slid his raging erection deep into her waiting heat.
“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Fuck me, Andy. Fuck your wife. Grab my hair, slap my ass, and make me cum.”
Andy grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her head back. “When did you get so damn bossy?” He kissed her passionately, and began to piston in and out of her. Sara moaned in his mouth, and clenched her Kegel muscles.
“That’s how you want to play?” whispered Andy huskily. “Well, my lovely bride. Two can play at that game.”
Andy pulled out of her and began to vigorously rub his cock head against her clit. Sara’s head when down, and she began to moan loudly. When he sensed she was close, he rammed his length back home.
“Dammnnn,” she hissed. After several more violent thrusts, Sara’s entire body began to shake. Andy saw and heard her orgasm gush out of her body. He continued his assault on her luscious pussy. His hips were a blur, and his breath was coming in ragged spurts. Sara’s second orgasm overtook her, and she gushed again. The sound coming out of her mouth was a mixture of moaning and crying. Finally, Andy drove into her deeply and lifted her body up with his arms. He emptied himself into his lover as her body went completely limp.
When Sara could focus again, she found herself on Andy’s lap on the seat in the shower. He was looking at her with a mixture of love and concern.
“Damn baby,” she whispered.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.
“You just blew my mind,” she smiled. “It’s a good thing you chose me and not Eden,” she giggled. “You’d break her in half if you tried that with her.”
“I’m sorry my love. I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
“Then I will be hurt,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Baby, you’re a big man,” she giggled. “I’m not a china doll. We can fuck one another as hard as we want — but probably not all the time,” she smiled. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
She sat up, and then tried to stand on her shaky legs. Quickly, she thought better and sat down next to Andy. He had turned the shower off, and she looked at him quizzically. “Everyone will need to shower this morning. I didn’t want to take all the hot water,” he explained, smiling as he did so. “I’ll only need about 30 seconds worth of water.”
She nodded, and then they both grinned as they heard the sounds from Jessica’s room. Muffled cries and harsh Russian could be heard through the wall. They both laughed.
“Well, it sounds like Jessica and I will have lots to talk about over brunch,” she giggled.
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45 minutes later, they were on the road headed toward the famed Italian bakery. Jessica stopped them on their way out the door, and decided to join them on their errand. Sara sat with Jess in the back seat, and Andy could hear them whispering and the occasional giggle or boisterous laugh coming from the pair. He could only look in the rear-view mirror and smile.
They parked and headed towards the small bakery. Andy walked in the middle, holding both his fiancé’s, and his sister’s hand. He grinned as they got to the entrance. There was a line out the door; so, they took their place, and he turned to consider Sara. She looked stunningly beautiful. Her curly dark hair was up, and he could still see the tell-tale signs of their lovemaking on her neck and upper chest. They were faint splotches, but he knew they were there. She’d put on some light makeup, and her brown eyes shown gloriously. Sara wore a spaghetti strap sun dress and Andy’s dog tags were hidden in the bust of her dress. Her shapely, mocha-colored legs beckoned to him from under the mid-thigh hemline. Andy realized he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. He looked at her and smiled.
“I’d tell you two to get a room, but I’m afraid you’d kill each other,” mused Jessica.
“You could have stayed home,” said Andy, not breaking eye contact with Sara.
“Well, then I would have missed out on fresh cannoli. You forget, little brother, that this place is open 24 hours. It’s a Harvard law staple, and a faithful friend to craving pregnant women. Besides, your little escapade this morning led to me jumping my sweet husband. He needs some recovery time,” she laughed. “On top of all that, I would not get to see the two of you look at one another. I need to get all of that I can today,” she said wistfully.
“It’s been a great two weeks,” said Andy softly.
“It has. Hurry up and graduate, the two of you,” said Jessica convincingly. “Alex and I love the thought of our family living across the street from the 17 of you,” she grinned.
“Well, we’ll just be keeping pace with the Fedorov’s,” he jibed back.
Jessica laughed. “We’ll see. Helen had a rough delivery with mom. That’s why she was an only child. My OBGYN tells me I’ll be fine, however. I suspect Sara will be as well,” she said raising an eyebrow.
Their lighthearted conversation was interrupted by an almost forgotten voice from Andy’s past.
“Drew? Drew DeGroat?”
Andy turned to see a lovely Asian woman, about his age — dressed in yoga pants and a Stanford t-shirt. Her long hair was straight, and jet black. She had light freckles on her nose, and she was holding the hand of a tall, good-looking Anglo guy.
“Wow. Anna Chang,” he paused and glanced at Sara who giggled softly.
Anna looked at Jessica, and then Sara. He saw a flicker of recognition when it came to his sister, but confusion when she saw his fiancé.
“Anna, I’m not sure if you remember my sister Jessica; and this is my fiancé Sara Jones-Easley,” he said with an awkward smile.
“I do remember Jessica, and Sara — it’s lovely to meet you. This is my boyfriend, Adam; Adam Neel.”
Handshakes were exchanged.
“So, what are you doing back in Boston?” Andy asked. “You look great, by the way.”
“Thank you,” said Anna blushing. Her reaction caused a knowing look to pass between Sara and Jessica. “I just finished the first year of my Ph.D. at Harvard. I’m doing my work in Bio Chemistry,” she said somewhat sheepishly. “And Drew, congratulations on the Globe article. Reading that brought back a lot of memories for me,” she smiled. “It’s great that the four of you have kept up like you have. That’s quite something.”