Anders doesn’t know what he wants. Maybe he never will. I imagine him as an old man. Will he still follow people he doesn’t trust? Can he ever know comfort in his own body? Or will he always feel as if happiness passed him by?
I lose track of myself when I see him this way. Panic fills my heart. Anders’s story is too painful. He needs a lifetime of love, yet I only met him recently. I can never provide everything he deserves.
My zeal to make up for lost time pushes me to climb over him and cover his face with kisses. I can’t help myself. This handsome man has known so much pain, but his heart still reveals sunshine to those like me.
I worry Anders might complain about me waking him, but his arms wrap around my body. Eyes barely open, he waits until my lips land on his. Then he deepens the kiss. I rest against his hard chest and let him feel my warmth. Can he ever get past his broken heart long enough to know how much I love him? Based on his smile when our lips part, I think maybe he already does.
“I’m sorry to wake you. The temptation was too strong,” I whisper, nuzzling his cheek with mine. “I missed you.”
Anders’s hands grip my ass, and I feel his erect cock-penis against my bare leg. I pull free and climb out of bed before hurrying to shut the door. I return just as quickly and yank free of my shirt and push down my shorts and underwear.
I’m surprised by Anders’s relieved expression. Did he think I was planning on abandoning him?
“Now, we're both naked,” I say, crawling back into bed and kissing him.
His arms wrap me snugly against his body. We wrestle for control, but he obviously wins. With his size, it’ll never be a fair fight. Especially since I can’t use my only attack move on him.
Anders sucks at my throat and then my right nipple before moving to my left. He rushes to be inside me. Yesterday, I said we could have sexual intercourse once he returned. But then he stayed out too late, and I slept with Dove. I think maybe he worries he won’t get to enjoy my body if he doesn’t hurry.
His big fingers enter my pussy, thrusting like his erection soon will. Moaning, I tug him closer, so I can kiss him. I spread my legs wider, showing him that I want him. Anders doesn’t always believe words, but he knows body language. Mine is screaming for him to find relief inside me.
Anders lets out a painful sigh as his cock works its way into my body. I stroke his chest, careful with my nails against the many scars hidden among his tattoos. One day, no secrets will remain between us. I’ll know every inch of Anders. How to make him sigh, moan, and do that thing where he grits his teeth.
“That was too quick,” he says, kissing me after his body finds relief. “I don’t think you came.”
“People in the outside world keep score too much.”
Anders smirks. “I can get you off now.”
“I feel like you want me to say yes.”
“I want you to say what you feel. No lies between us.”
Stroking his soft hair, I admit, “I would rather eat. I was hungry when I woke up, and everyone is eating outside. I planned to only check on you, but then I saw you sleeping naked. You looked so wonderful that I couldn’t wait to touch you.”
Still sleepy, Anders forgets to hide his feelings behind the exterior of a hard, violent man. He shows me how much I mean to him. In his stormy eyes, I witness his hopes and fears.
Caressing his face, I sit up in bed. He wants more sexual intercourse, which would be fun. But not right now. First, I want to eat and play in the pool. Mostly, I hope the five of us can enjoy the quiet house before the rest of this community starts ringing the bell and forcing their way inside.
ANDERS
Breakfast outside goes well. I order myself a real meal since leftovers won’t cut it. While I eat, Pixie has her family strip down to their underwear to go swimming. On my phone, I add suits to my list of crap they need.
Future keeps trying to drink the water in between splashing and clapping. Fairuza finally takes him into the house after