An Internal Affair

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Chad shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed, hooking his arms underneath her legs to help hold her in place before lowering his mouth to her center once more. Andrea wriggled and sighed as he moved his lips against her, licking gently to prepare her for more direct stimulation as well as to gauge her reactions – he hadn’t had a chance to do this for a woman for a long time, since Rita’s hand-ups (and she had a lot of them) had prevented him from it when they had still been together. Judging from the way Andrea was moaning his name, he was doing just fine. Fuck, her pussy tastes good, he thought as he began to lick and suck on her folds – he didn’t even realize he had said it aloud until her small gasp of surprise registered in his mind and he looked up to see her staring down at him, wide-eyed. “I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly, not knowing if that kind of talk was off-limits or not. You never knew, with some women.

She blushed slightly. “No, it’s…it’s okay. I just didn’t think that men actually, you know, liked to…”

Good God -what kind of past experiences did she have? “You’re joking, right?” He ducked his head and went back to work.

“Well, I – ohhhhhhh my God…!” Andrea’s hands clamped down on a tuft of his hair in a grip that made him wince before she let up slightly. He promptly sent her into another wail of pleasure, loving how responsive she was; he began to run his tongue over her clitoris as he slid a finger inside her, and damned if she didn’t get even louder. “Ohhhh, Chad – I think I…ah! I think…don’t…no, wait! Stop, ” she suddenly cried, tugging on his ears.

Chad looked up, puzzled. “What’s wrong?” He added another finger and rubbed the pad of his thumb against her slowly. Had he pressed too hard or something?

Andrea bit her lip, looking embarrassed. “I feel like I’m going to – you know. ”

“What, climax? Isn’t that a good thing?” He started to lower his mouth to her again and she stopped him.

“No, I feel like I’m going to – oh, just stop, okay?”

He sighed. “You feel like you’re going to what? ”

Her face turned bright red. “Pee.”

Chad couldn’t help laughing, burying his face against the inside of her right thigh as he snorted. “No, you won’t,” he said after he wrestled his amusement under control. Being laughed at would cool her down so fast, he’d have to start all over again if he didn’t do this correctly. “Look, Andy – just relax. Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen, okay?”

“How can you be sure?” she asked suspiciously, and he hastily swallowed another laugh.

Crooking the fingers that were still inside her, he pressed up gently and she flailed at him, squawking in protest. “Is that what you felt when…?” At her mortified nod, Chad kissed her thigh. “Do you trust me?” She nodded again, still looking slightly embarrassed. “Then relax – nothing’s going to happen.” Except for what I have planned for you, he thought smugly as he ducked back between her legs and slowly built her up to her previous discomfort level. When she started making little cries of distress he pressed his fingers up and rubbed firmly as he sucked her clit; her body went rigid a second before Andrea came apart completely, screaming and arching her back as he kept working on her.

When she fell back on the bed, shuddering in violent spasms, Chad extricated himself from the chokehold her thighs had placed upon his neck and kissed his way back up her body to nuzzle her neck. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?"

She rolled her head over to him helplessly, her beautiful brown eyes still unfocused. “That was…wow,” she sighed.

Yeah, I’m that good – she can’t even talk properly. He congratulated himself further when Andrea gave him an adoring, silly smile that meant she’d be out of it for a while. The ache between his legs was nearly unbearable, but he supposed he could wait until she calmed down a little – it certainly wasn’t doing his ego any harm to have her stare up into his eyes like that.


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Andrea slowly returned to full consciousness, finding herself wrapped up in Chad’s arms as he ran his hands over her slowly and looked down at her with such a tender expression that she thought she must have fallen asleep and was dreaming. Except even in her wildest dreams she’d never have believed Chad Shelten was capable of doing what he’d just done. Well, it’s official. I can now die happy… he murmured something to her and she realized that he still had clothes on. She pushed shaking hands between their bodies and began to work on the fastenings of his jeans, letting him slide them off his hips and down. I stand corrected – now I can die happy. Oh, my god. He rolled her onto her side, facing her as he leaned in for a slow kiss that quickly grew heated as she ran her free hand down his body to explore. “So, what’s the verdict?” he teased breathlessly when her fingertips trailed slowly across his cut lines.

Andrea curled her fingers loosely around his thick shaft, squeezing lightly to see if she could close her hand around him. “Not bad,” she teased back, tugging and drawing a moan from him. Whoever said size didn’t matter either had a small penis or didn’t have one at all, as far as she was concerned. She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her and he slid a knee between her legs.

“Ready?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Andrea gripped his biceps as he pushed into her slowly, gasping at the feel of him stretching her. Chad swore softly as he seated himself fully inside, his large frame trembling as he held himself above her – Andrea thought she’d never seen a more erotic sight than watching him struggle to control himself. Knowing that she was the one who made him fight to keep still. He grunted as she flexed her Kegel muscles, encouraging him to move. A large hand slid down to cup her ass, holding her up so that when he began thrusting slowly, his pelvic bone ground against her at just the right angle. “Faster,” she panted up at him.

He groaned her name as he obeyed, planting both hands to either side of her head and thrusting faster while she grabbed at his back and shoulders to steady herself. I swear, I’ll never use my vibrator ever, ever again. She threw her head back, grinding it into the pillows as she savored the intense pleasure he was giving as he pounded into her, his unsteady grunts and filthy whispers driving her steadily over the edge. Andrea screamed his name, raking her nails down his back as she came – he redoubled his efforts and soon reached his own climax with a deeply satisfied groan, collapsing atop her to bury his face in her neck.

Andrea wrapped her arms around his neck, combing his sweat-dampened hair with her fingers tenderly; Chad sighed and shifted his weight to his elbows and knees but stayed where he was, still breathing hard. She pushed at his shoulders suddenly, a feeling of horror sweeping through her at the realization that… “We didn’t use protection!”


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Chad’s eyes flew open. “What?” Oh, God – no, we didn’t. “Shit.” He rolled off her, unable to believe he’d been so stupid. How could he have forgotten such an important thing? Sitting up, he rubbed his forehead worriedly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think…” Well, that’s a sure-fire way to kill the afterglow.

“A lot of that’s been going around these days,” Andrea sighed. She relieved him of a small part of his anxiety by mentioning that while she had been on birth control, she was waiting to make an appointment with her doctor to switch types – there should, theoretically, be enough of it left in her system to prevent pregnancy. It would be just his luck if he had gotten her pregnant their very first time together. “I think I’d probably better call for an appointment on Monday.” She cut him off when he was about to apologize again. “This just means we’ll have to use condoms until we know for sure – but I’m fairly certain it’ll be fine.” She beckoned to him and he pulled her into his arms, still worrying as he stroked her hair. After a few moments, Andrea peered up at him. “You’ve got stuff here, right?”

Chad frowned – when Rita had still been with him he’d kept condoms in the bedside table, but he’d thrown them out after they’d expired and hadn’t figured he’d need any more. “Not anymore,” he confessed, then felt like an idiot for bringing up Rita. Way to go, Shelten. Dumbass. He cleared his throat. “Do you want me to go…?”

Andrea lifted her head for a kiss. “We can go together…but not just yet.”

“But shouldn’t we-”

“Chad. You’re not going to get me pregnant just by kissing me,” she scolded. She then proceeded to give him cause to lament their current lack of contraceptives by sliding a thigh between his legs, running her hands over his chest. “You should be naked more often,” she said approvingly.

“I’ll be sure to come to work wearing nothing but my shoes and a tie just for you, then.” He pulled her closer and she curled against him instantly, caressing his back and sides with her hands as they kissed slowly. At length he drew away from her slightly to see her, eyes closed and lips parted slightly as she waited to be kissed again. “Ready to go? I thought we could take a shower together first,” he suggested softly. “Plus, you smell really bad.” Her eyes flew open instantly and she glowered at him, reaching for a pillow to fling at his head. Chad ducked and grabbed her wriggling form, hauling her into the bathroom over his shoulder while she giggled and slapped at him – their shower was shorter and more PG-rated than he would have liked, but it was a necessary evil if they wanted to avoid becoming parents. Andrea put on a show of drying herself with a towel and dressing while he stared at her admiringly, and then she abruptly started laughing. He sighed when he looked down at himself, reaching for his jeans. “Behave yourself,” he informed his erection sternly. “You’ll just have to wait.”

He doubted that the staff of the drugstore had ever seen anything like it; Andrea sent him to look for some kind of special shampoo while she went to look for condoms, and she kept bellowing questions and comments about the contraceptive section at the top of her lungs. “Hey, Chad! They’ve got warming lubricant! Wanna try some?”

Chad picked up a bottle of shampoo, uncapped it and sniffed experimentally. “Do we need it?”

“You can never tell when the well’s going to run dry,” she yelled back. “Oooh! This says it doubles as massage oil – you’re giving me a massage since you tried to get me pregnant.”

“Okay…uh, Andy? Is ‘Mango Tango’ close enough?”

“Noooo, get the raspberry one! Hey, should we get the vibrating pleasure ring?”

“We couldn’t use it in the shower,” he called back. “Might electrocute somebody. But if you want it, go ahead.” He nodded pleasantly to a shocked looking elderly woman as she went by with an “I never!” and continued his search for the elusive raspberry-scented shampoo.

Andrea’s next yell made the old lady almost pass out. “How big are you? I don’t know if these will fit.”

He finally located the “Rollicking Raspberry” and wandered over to the end of the aisle – just beyond her, the pharmacy girl was looking positively scandalized. “Just get whatever’s bigger.”

She frowned at the display, then picked up a package. “Here, these are Magnums – but do you need regular or XL?”

Chad measured a distance between his hands. “How big is this?”

“Oh, you just wish it was that large!” Andrea hooted, picking up both packages. “We’ll just take them both to be on the safe side.” She scooted underneath his arm and they grinned at each other when they ended up in line behind the old woman. “I can’t wait to try out that vibrating ring – you can try it on as soon as we get back in the car.” The woman hustled off and Chad paid the cashier, wrapping his arms possessively around Andrea as he guided her from the store.

When they finally stopped laughing as they pulled up outside his house, Chad lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “You’re something; you know that?” he asked affectionately.

She grinned back, stroking the back of her hand against his cheek. “I’ve heard it said before.” He allowed her to pull him through the house back to the bedroom, where she pointed to the bed and ordered him to “lose the clothing, Sergeant.” Once he was fully nude, she pounced on him and they wrestled together playfully – he made to reach for the bag they’d brought in, but she shook her head after she tossed her clothing aside. “Not gonna need those yet.”

But…that could only mean that she… Chad swallowed hard when she began to kiss her way down his body, her small hands caressing him gently. Rita had never been fond of giving head and never made a secret of it, so he’d felt bad to even ask – it had been a long, long while since a woman did this for him. “You don’t have to,” he said quickly, not wanting to make her feel pressured while he hoped against hope she wouldn’t stop.

Andrea kissed her way along his hip and gave him a look that would’ve made him instantly hard if he hadn’t already been aching for her since they’d left the drugstore with the condoms. “You’re joking, right?” she teased, using his earlier words against him. She placed small licks around the base of his shaft before dragging her tongue up to suck lightly on his glans.

Chad bit his lip and tried not to thrust up into her mouth, to let her find her own pace. “I…ahhh, that’s good,” he groaned.

“Glad you approve,” she purred up at him; a woman had no right to look that sexy, he decided as she flicked her tongue over him again with a downright wicked smile. He bit back a yell when she surprised him by taking him into her mouth suddenly, moaning to provide him with extra stimulation as she sucked his cock. “Guess I’m not the only one around here that tastes good,” she murmured when she came up for air.

tbc…
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