Free The Virgin Intern (A Romance Novella) by Penny Wylder

almost come right then. “Oh god.”
    “You feel incredible.” Andrew’s voice is rough and I’ve never heard it sound so sexy.
    He starts to move inside me, slow and steady. The motion of the water around us makes every movement feel like it lasts forever, and it’s amazing. I lean back and let him and the water carry my weight while he fills me again and again. “Being inside you is all I’ve been able to think about today,” he says, increasing his speed.
    I can’t say anything. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure. Nothing works. I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t think, only feel. Every stroke in is a flare sending heat up through my core, and every stroke out makes me shudder. Just then, Andrew turns me, and one of the jets hits directly on my clit. I can’t keep quiet and I’m so grateful for Andrew’s hand covering my mouth because the edge is right there and he’s thrusting faster and it’s so good, so fucking good and oh god I’m coming.
    I see white as the sheer wave of sensation floods over my body. My whole body is shaking and Andrew is still fucking me and I can see more stars than the real ones. I don’t know how to describe this pleasure that’s far more than anything I ever thought sex could be. I feel Andrew kissing my neck as I slowly come back to reality. He’s slowed his strokes, still moving inside me. The jet is still on my clit, and I’m shuddering on his cock with the aftermath of my orgasm. He uncovers my mouth, and I take a deep breath in. “Wow.” It’s the only thing I’m thinking.
    Andrew laughs quietly and moves his hips into me, sending up another spiral of aftershocks.
    “Wait,” I say, lifting myself off of him. I turn, and sit on the edge of the pool. “Come here.” He does, stepping up onto the bench. I grab his cock and lead him to me, looking into his eyes. “Fuck me until you come, and don’t stop.”
    His eyes widen, and he slips back inside me. I hold back a gasp. It’s amazing that this can feel so good. His movements are different this time, short and sharp. He’s leaning forward and our faces are so close we’re sharing breath. I reach up and knot my fingers in his hair, holding on, and lean back so I can lock my legs behind him. He’s making soft sounds now, and I can tell he’s close. I savor the feeling of being stretched by his cock every time he enters me, and I want to feel him come.
    Knowing what it did to him last time, I squeeze his cock inside me. Andrew swears loudly, thrusting deep inside me once, twice, and a third time. I feel his cock twitching inside me as he comes, groaning softly, his body finally going taught and still.
    We don’t move for a long time. I love this. I love the stillness of being as close as two people can be, sharing a moment the same way we shared our bodies. I love the feeling of him still inside me, connected to me in a way no person has ever been. I love sharing his breath without speaking, more intimate than each other’s thoughts.
    Slowly, slowly, we come to our senses.
    Andrew moves his head an inch, and draws me into a kiss. It tugs at a spot right behind my chest. I kiss him back gently, slowly, passionately.
    I shudder when he pulls out of me, my whole body still sensitive and singing. Without warning and without effort, Andrew picks me up. He carries me over to the cabinet full of towels before gently setting me on my feet. He wraps a thick, soft towel around me, tucking in the ends, before taking one for himself.
    We don’t say anything as we go inside and upstairs. We go into my room, and I lay down. I’m expecting him to get in bed beside me, but he doesn’t. Instead he leans down and kisses me again. “I would like nothing more than to share this bed with you, but this house is too small for him not to notice that.”
    I nod, pulling him down for another kiss because I’m unwilling to let him go just yet. When we break apart, I think I see him smile.
    “See you in the morning?” I