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Being with Andy was always an adventure. He enjoyed standing next to her at work or pounding into her pussy at home, one slightly more than the other if he were completely honest. She had turned him on from the start though he was terrible at admitting it. She was patient, caring and sexy. Terry knew how lucky he had it, hence the impromptu stay in the lap of luxury.

"Don't be surprised if your clothes are missing by the time you're done. They'll put you into a nice heavy robe to leave and come up to the room in. I'll be waiting in more ways than one," he ended in a full tease, complete with a wink.

"Oh God, you're such a brat." Andy smiled back at him with a playful nudge of her elbow. "Okay, I'm off. I'll see you soon, babe." While they didn't say they loved each other often the look she was giving him would show that she did care for him deeply, and even this brief time apart would leave her missing him.

She only received a goofy grin in response before leaving. Terry went to work as he said. The room he reserved was a honeymoon suite; complete with a two (or four) person hot tub and a California King bed that was like laying on a cloud.

A large screen flat panel was fixed on the wall at perfect eye-level from the bed and a small love seat not far from the bed. There was also an executive desk in which he placed his laptop on though Terry had no plans to do any work in her absence.

He held a devilish smirk at finding the extras that Andy packed. She'd find him laying on the bed in his boxers with a football game on when she finally made it to the room. The spa should have handed her a key card and her clothes nicely folded and packed into a bag for her to carry them up in. Hopefully the spa would bring her some relief. He was half hard just thinking about her.

Andy felt near boneless by the time he'd hear her letting herself into the room. The spa staff had done an excellent job working all the tension out of her body, and just the passage of an extra day had helped her to heal. There were still some small bruises and scrapes, but nothing ached anymore and she was no longer looking like she'd gone a few rounds.

She closed the door behind herself, stopping only to put out the 'do not disturb' sign and locked it. Setting her bag down before she crawled onto the bed beside him. "Did you miss me?" she said playfully knowing exactly what his answer was. As she asked she pulled her hair down, knowing he liked it down.

"Like crazy," he answered and turned off the television. The game was good but nothing compared to how much he enjoyed his girlfriend. Terry wasn't expecting sex right off. He promised to have lunch ready and it was on the way. It had been a few hours that she'd spent in the spa. "How was it?" he asked while making his way to Andy.

It put him at ease to see the glow she had. He wasn't sure how good she was feeling yet but had a hunch that his choices had turned out well. They'd soon have some club sandwiches to nibble on with more champagne and a light dessert of chocolate mousse. He'd need his own robe for when room service appeared but they could be clothing free until dinner.

Edited 2014-09-03 09:27 (UTC)

"Fantastic. I'll spare you the girly details but I feel so much better," she assured him and she knew she looked it, too. "It's a wonder what a good night's sleep and a masseuse with excellent hands can do."

She snuggled up closer to him, knowing that all she was wearing were that robe and her panties. "Did you find my special stuff I packed for you?" she commented, she wanted to do her part to spoil him too. Even if it was just with some sexy lace thongs and that dildo for him to fuck her with.

His hands reached for where the robe tied at her waist, quickly undoing the fabric. Lunch and all else be damned. "Maybe," he playfully answered. "Might need you to actually show me what special stuff." Terry looked down at her breasts, releasing the straps of the robe to tweak her nipples gently. He hungrily bit his lower lip and held it with his teeth, however, the hunger wasn't for food.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." Andy laughed, but she was just enjoying letting him do what he wanted and seeing what happened between them. She was perfectly relaxed and enjoying that Terry was the only thing she had to worry about. "See something you like?"

"I see lots of things that I like. The main thing is that smile on your lips," he answered and pulled Andy by the sides of the robe in for hug. Terry lowered his head for a long kiss, interrupted by a knock on the door. He groaned and ended the kiss. "That would be lunch. Hold that thought." He rushed to throw on his robe to hide the excited shape he was in under his boxers. A small dining cart was pushed into the room and the hotel staff was quickly ushered out by Terry.

Andy chuckled from where she'd dove under the bedsheeets just to be safe. "Did you want to wait until after lunch?" she commented, brushing hair from her eyes. 'Wouldn't want the food getting cold." She was mostly teasing though if he did have an appetite she was willing to be patient.

"That your way of telling me you're hungry?" he asked through a chuckle and finished pushing the cart closer to the bed. Terry picked at the cart and nibbled while waiting for her answer. Andy looked delicious on the bed but he behaved--loosening the tie in front of his robe but leaving it on until she made a decision. "We could always do a bit of both. I'm sure we can get extra sheets if we get too carried away."

"Terry. Once you get your hands on me or in me there is no way I will be able to focus on food. I'd just drop a sandwich somewhere." Andy laughed at that, curling up beside him. Her head leaning against that strong shoulder, a hand settling on his thigh. "I'm just saying, if you're hungry, I will curb my libido. I've waited this long anyway, I didn't fuck you in your kitchen."

"You didn't?!" he feigned shock. "Well, I definitely wanted to take you on a counter but tried behaving myself with as long as I took getting this little thing together." He didn't bother mentioning her injuries. Terry was glad she was feeling better and focused on that.

He quickly pulled off her remaining piece of clothing through a devilish smirk. He was more than ready for Andy.

"You're such a smartass, Terry." Andy shook her head with a laugh as she reached her hands up to push his robe off, forgetting about the food for the time being. She had learned that when she got him away from work and managed to get his mind off of it - as difficult as that could sometimes be - he was actually quite fun. "I've been a good girl. And I'm only kind of banged up anymore. So let's have some fun."

He snickered at her initial words. Work was the furthest thing on his mind at the moment. He could often be like a dog with a bone, not letting the smallest thing slide while on the job and spending a lot longer than the recommended eight hour days as a detective. However, Andy truly had brought out a side of him that had been hidden for way too long.

"Baby, you ain't foolin' anybody. You are SO not a good girl," he answered fiendishly before capturing her lips for a kiss. His hands returned to running up and down her body once Andy had rid him of his robe. He took a hold of his cock and guided it to jab her pelvic bone playfully before releasing it to play with her breasts. "I'll do my best not to bang you more now." Terry licked his lips while his eyes were fixed on her.

"Was that a really bad pun? Oh my God, I think that was." Andy playfully gave him a light swat on the ass for that one, sometimes his jokes were corny but she found that kind of charming. He could certainly be tough on the job so it was nice to see him sort of fumble sometimes. She leaned up and kissed him again, her voice a little breathless when she spoke next. "Besides, you and I both know we've had sex on the brain all day,' she teased. "It's not like us to keep our clothes on this long."

His jokes were awful and it had little to do with their age difference. Terry was usually about dry humor, a cynic. He purposely made bad jokes at times because of the reaction Andy gave him. However, she also had a knack for making him feel wonder... He wondered what she saw in him but usually didn't think on that long, not wanting to rock the boat. Whatever it was, he was grateful.

She complimented his looks but he didn't see what Andy did. Sure, he kept himself in decent shape physically but she could find better at any gym. If they ever talked about it, the two would realize they shared a similar attraction. He liked her confidence and how she wasn't full of herself or high maintenance. "Speak for yourself," he huskily returned at her lips.

"I will gladly fuck you with clothes on." Maybe not exactly a pun this time. Andy might not have even considered it a bad joke. He hungrily kissed her and lowered her to the middle of the bed, crawling on the mattress with her body. His legs moved between hers and spread hers open as they finally found the center of the large bed.

Nope, she definitely didn't see that as a joke. In fact, she wouldn't put it past him for that to actually happen one of these days. Their relationship had been slow to start but once it did it was like something had exploded. They had a very hard time keeping their hands off each other for too long, and she knew the week waiting for her to recuperate had probably been hard for him. Andy wanted to make it up to him, even though she knew Terry would say she didn't have to.

She'd missed his touch, though, and her hands were eagerly roaming his body as they kissed. She was trusting him to lead, to tell her what he wanted, and she was just happy to be there and not have to worry about anything else but him for a while.

Her skin felt like silk after the spa treatment. Not that Andy ever felt rough to the touch intimately before. She was damn near flawless as far as Terry was concerned. The spa treatment only enhanced her natural beauty. Hopefully she felt as good as her body felt to him. He hadn't really said it in words but her close call had gotten to him. A part of him nagged that the scare was good reason not to get attached to anyone. Fortunately for the two, a stronger part knew he couldn't remain alone for the rest of his life.

For the time being, he showed her with his touch and affection. Tasting her skin had some of the oils still lingering so he saved his tongue for just her nipples other than deep kisses. His hands slid up the outside of her thighs before lowering down and resting on his forearms above her body. He rocked his hips until his cock fell into place between her legs. Before pushing in, he lifted his face just enough to stare at hers.

"I can see that smug smile on your face, Terry." Andy smiled down at him, back arching a little as he pushed into her. He was never shy about letting her know - even if he didn't say it - how proud he was of being with her and she liked that. Her ego could bruise easily so the reassurance of being wanted, even if it was just a touch or a look, was always welcome. She only wished they had more days like these in their lives, and less the ones where she almost blew up.

He only chuckled at her words, in that deep pitch of his. Terry couldn't help touching Andy in some manner or another since they had crossed the line. It was becoming more prevalent at work though he hadn't heard their names circle in the rumor mill. If anything, there had been a mention or two of her with one of her previous exes. Andy had a way of reassuring him that never made him question her over anything he heard. He relished the time now and showed it in the slow pace of his thrusts.

She actually found it romantic. Terry wasn't one to talk about his feelings too often, but it was moments like this where he showed how much he really did care for her. She knew it in how he handled her rather than any big, grand speech he could give. Which was what made her smile and lean her head to nuzzle his neck tenderly, planting a line of kisses across his shoulder, as if to say she understood what he never needed to say to her.

Hopefully, he knew she loved him, too. Though she was nervous about saying it and coming on too strong. She always worried about that.

He wasn't much for words even before losing his wife. Terry fumbled in simple conversations that ones which surrounded emotions were damn near indecipherable--sometimes, even to himself.

Andy was patient, sweet and caring in addition to everything that physically attracted him. He didn't know if her feelings were more than enjoying his company. She had been tender since before they crossed the line.

Terry treated her accordingly. He did his best not to miss an opportunity to spend time with her when work permitted. Going slow and close in bed at the moment was all love-making, contrast to the lust driven trysts they often had.

She wasn't alone with worrying about saying the wrong thing. It almost seemed best not to say anything at all. His body rolled snakelike over hers with each thrust, grinding at her clit on every descent. "You feel so good, Baby. Finish for me."

Andy's only response was a little nod and a whimper; she liked the encouragement, and she couldn't much get the words out even if she'd wanted to. She was biting her lip as the orgasm built inside her, before finally letting her head fall back as it hit. It was nice and easy, not one of those earth shattering things that would leave her clinging to him. She would be fine in a few minutes.

"God, I lo..." she started to say impulsively, then swallowed the rest of the word before it could get out.

His eyes followed Andy, safely assuming from experience that she climaxed. Terry had to focus during additional thrusts to join her. He didn't want to get carried away and possibly hurt her. He finished much in the same gusto, laying contently still inside her.

"Love doing that too," he responded with an inaccurate assessment of what Andy had almost said. Terry offered her a smile, keeping close.