~*~ Giving In ~*~
Slowly, Howie became very aware of Andi’s naked body pressed against him and the fact that he was becoming aroused…again. Pulling away, "Andi, you…uh…"
Andi was aware too and smiled seductively. "Stop being such a gentleman, Howie. You want this too," she purred reaching between their bodies to grasp his hardening cock.
"It’s not right," choked out Howie feeling her fingers wrapping around his length and stroking firmly.
"No, it’s not…but I need to feel a man’s arms loving me…and you want me."
Stroking him, she started placing kisses along his neck starting at his ear and making her way down to his collarbone. With her other hand, she played with his nipples, teasing them until they were hard pebbles to her touch.
Her touch was so soft and gentle and his skin was on fire. This was FAR better than all the fantasies he’d had but that little voice in the back of his head kept screaming it was wrong, to stop. Caressing her arms, he blocked that voice out. He couldn’t fight this any more. He didn’t WANT to fight this any more and he gave in. Taking her face in his hands, he lifted her to look at him. His own burning lust was mirrored in her black eyes and he leaned in to her, his lips claiming hers, his tongue a match igniting the fuse of their desire.
Setting her back, he reached to turn off the water and she looked at him confused. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Then why’d you push me away?"
"Because I don’t want it in the shower. I don’t want this to just be another cheap fuck like all the ones on the road. I want to make love to you and fall asleep with you in my arms," cooed Howie guiding her out of the shower. Reaching for the oversized towel on the towel warmer, he wrapped it around the both of them pulling their bodies back together. "For tonight, you’re mine."
Carefully, Howie scooped Andi up in his arms and carried her out to his bed. Setting her down gently, he covered her body with his own and began to cover her face with butterfly kisses. He could feel her hands on his body loving him the way he’d imagined so many times before and he felt like he was in heaven. Framing her face with his hands, he looked into her eyes. Deliberately, with his tongue, he traced her lips and she parted them, darting her own tongue out to taste him and invite him in to play. Delving in, they touched, played tag, and danced erotically together.
Moving his kisses down her body, he found her dream catcher tattoo and began to trace the intricate design of the catcher with his tongue while his fingers toyed with her other nipple until it was hard. Finding the center of the dream catcher, he flicked his tongue over the other aroused point and chuckled softly when he heard the moan from her. He lavished both breasts with equal attention until he knew he had Andi aching as bad as he had ached earlier in the evening.
Moving from her breasts, he explored the tight skin of her growing belly and had to close his eyes to block out that voice again. This isn’t right. This is your best friend’s wife and she’s pregnant with HIS child. But I can’t stop. I have to have her and she wants me.
Her fingers tangled in his curls as she pulled him up to look into her eyes. Softly, she reminded, "For tonight, I’m yours no matter how wrong we are."
Outside, a storm had erupted much like the storm that was going on inside. The flash of lightning their inner voices telling them they were wrong, the thunder their resistance to their voices, the rain their emotions spilling over as they loved and comforted one another. They both loved him with all their hearts and knew they were betraying him just as he had betrayed them.
As the storm intensified, so did their desire and Howie couldn’t hold off any longer. He eased into her waiting core stopping when his sword was sheathed. Slowly, he began to move in and out of her, her golden legs wrapped around his waist pulling him back into her. He held her by the shoulders to keep her from sliding away, his lips kissing her skin. She held on too needing to feel loved again. As the storm climaxed, so too did they and then collapsed entwined in each other.
Howie held her close to his chest, his hand caressing her belly as he kissed her neck. He wanted to say something but no words would come, just tears.
She could feel his tears on her skin and she said, "Don’t regret it, Howie. Please?"
"We’re just as guilty as he is."
"He drove us to it."
"Don’t try to justify this, Andi."
"I can’t regret this, it was beautiful." Andi rolled over to face him and wiped his tears with her thumbs. "Don’t mistake me, I love Alex with every breath I take."
"Then how could you do this? How could you ask me to make love to you and LET me?"
"Because of MY addiction…to love. That’s the one addiction that Alex and I share and yes, I will tell him about tonight…when he can handle it but I will NEVER regret tonight. How could you give in? You have turned me down twice."
Howie shook his head. "My addiction…beautiful women and you are one of the most exotically beautiful women I know."
Andi laughed sadly. "Addictions. They’ll get you into trouble every time."
The two lay together in each other’s arms watching the storm raging outside and eventually fell asleep knowing that tonight was all they had. Tomorrow, they would resume their friendship sharing something extremely special…their love for Alex.
