Chapter 19 Andre
ANDRE
Although Sofia stood with me under the cascade of warm water in the shower, a wall of distance blocked her from me.
Flush against me, she treated me to the divine reward of having every inch of her succulent skin within reach. That familiar burn of her touch taunted me. This soul-gripping closeness had my dick hardening and lifting.
Her nipples beaded and poked at my chest, and I hungered to suck on them.
Her thighs brushed against mine, her skin so smooth and soft and edging me on to push them apart so I could feel her cunt.
Her lips stayed closed, pressing against my pec as she sighed and snuggled up to me, both to offer support for me to lean on and to hug her tightly.
She was right here with me. Not as a nurse. Not as a friend or employee. Not even as a lover.
Because while she was here, with me, she was also far, far away. Lost to her thoughts. Stuck in her mind.
I was losing her, and I couldn’t stand that tragedy, that horror.
“Sofia.”
She didn’t stiffen. But she didn’t look up at me, either. “Hmm?”
I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t in the mood to pester her with questions to get to the bottom of why she was acting aloof. I didn’t have the patience to go gentle on her or figure out this discontent like I knew I should.
Surviving yet another bloodbath emphasized how special, how fragile, life could be. In the aftermath of getting out of that fight alive, I’d been warped to get home to her. To have her. To remember that I had more than family duty to live for.
Her distance was the very last thing I wanted to deal with. Tonight or any other time.
I needed her. I had to feel close to her before I could reclaim my sanity and know that this bond and deep connection was strong between us.
And the only way I could know she was still with me, still as addicted to me as I was her, was to gain her submission. Again.
Forfeiting the struggle to find the right words, I angled my head lower until I could kiss the corner of her mouth. She responded at once, almost as if I were jolting her out of her thoughts. Chasing my lips, she turned her head slightly to kiss me back.
There we go. That’s more like it. She had to stay with me. Focused on me.
So I turned away, moving my lips toward her jaw. Alternating between kissing her jaw, her neck, her cheek, with presses on her sweet mouth, I kept her suspended in waiting for me to give her what she wanted.
Teasing her.
Holding back.
And giving her just enough rope to snare herself in caving to me completely.
I suckled on her lips as I lowered my hand, finding her wet and slick for me.
Her entrance gave way to the intrusion of my fingers, but once she started to ride my hand, I would retreat.
I’d go right back to kissing her. Leisurely.
Slowly. Lazily, as if we had all the time in the universe to do this.
We should.
We should have all the time possible to come together like this.
Because that was how far I saw her being a part of my life. Of having a part of me.
Pushing her against her shower stall wall, I dipped to torment her with another avenue of pleasure. After these weeks together, I knew how to make her wild. I had taught myself which buttons could be pushed, what touches could make her come alive and cry out for me the loudest.
I sucked on her generous tits. I licked her pert nipples. I nipped at her tender flesh and marked up her breasts until she was whimpering and panting, holding my head to her chest.
“Andre…” She moaned and strained to swallow, her face a masterpiece of yearning. “Please…”
That was my cue to retreat again.
Wrenching my mouth from her and pulling my hand back from rubbing her nipple until it was so hard it could cut a diamond, I stood up and took both her hands to press them over her head.
Slight stabs of pain radiated from my freshest injuries, but I ignored them. I had to.
Witnessing the frustration on her face was the only goal I had in mind.
“Andre, you’re teasing.”
I silenced her with a hard, punishing kiss. Within seconds, her lips responded in kind. Her tongue curled around mine and she sucked with vigor.
This went beyond teasing. This was more than playing around.
This was a crusade to show her that no distance could stay between us. Not if I wanted to be a sane man.
This was a mission to get her to surrender to me, because only then would I know we were strong as one. Not two halves with secrets between us. But one.
I lowered to my knees and licked her sweet pussy until her legs trembled and shook. Before she could squirt on my tongue, I stopped. Then I stood again and savored her pouts of not getting what she wanted.
I turned her to grind against her ass while fingered her. When she bucked back against me and whimpered with need, I spun her back to face me and slowed down with soft kisses on her lips, holding her hands out of the way.
“Andre, please! I can’t take it. I can’t—”
I picked her up, pressing her against the slick wall as I lined my dick up to her cunt. Blue balls were one matter. But this intense pressure to come was about to make me pass out. I couldn’t hold on much longer, either.
“You can’t what?” I asked, needing to hear her submit. To put it in words.
Sobbing softly, she shook her head as she set my hands on mine, framing my face. “I can’t wait. I don’t want to wait or not have this. To feel you. To know we’re—” Her blubbering ramble wasn’t coherent and didn’t make much sense, but in the mess of her words, I had what I’d been seeking.
“I need you, Andre. I need to feel you so deep inside me so I’m not alone. So I’m complete.”
I gritted my teeth as I held off for a minute yet.
Because good things came to those who waited.
And I’d never rush the gift of her submission.
“You need me?”
She nodded before kissing me.
“You want to be mine?” I demanded roughly.
“Yes!” She whined with need. “Yes, Andre. I’m yours. Take me. Fuck me. Please.”
That was close. Close enough. I gave up and thrust into her.
With one hard, long drive, I pushed my raging erection home.
All the way to the hilt. She mewled, letting her head loll to the side.
Her breath hitched as I pulled out. And as I slid in again, I wasn’t sure who was growling louder, me or her.
Fucking her hard against the shower stall, I dismissed the fatigue and aches in my body from the fight at the restaurant.
She was all that mattered, squeezing me tightly as she came so soon.
Sofia was the center of my world as I plowed into her, pumping several more times until my balls pulled up and I shot rope after rope of cum into her womb.
This was what I needed.
This was all I wanted to come home to, each time.
Her. Only her, and this sweet submission to soar with me like this until nothing could hurt us.
So long as she would be here for me, and as much as she would submit and surrender to me, she would belong to me. No one else. Nothing else could stand between us.
When we caught our breath and I lowered her so she could stand, she still cast her gaze down. She still avoided direct eye contact, weighed down once more by whatever was clogging her thoughts and dragging her into this aloofness. This vacancy.
The glow of fucking hard had passed, and she was slinking away again.
What is it?
What are you hiding?
And why can’t you share your burdens with me, goddammit?
If she asked, I’d give her the fucking world or burn it down for her so she could rise from the ashes of whatever plagued her mind.