“Oh my God,” I moan, and it’s so intense I try to pull away.
But Andrew doesn’t stop, he just presses me harder against the window to steady me as he works me through it, his lips and tongue flicking my tender clit and drawing out the ecstasy. Holy shit. It’s so good, I’m sure I’m going to pass out.
But suddenly, I’m in his arms. Andrew lifts me like I’m nothing, and walks slowly toward the bed, laying me down against the pillows. He begins to undress, those long fingers that had just given me so much pleasure working his buttons free. He sheds his shirt, revealing the strong, cut lines of his body. Damn, he’s ripped. Consumed with the need to touch him, I sit and reach for him but he stops me before I can get my hands on his body.
“Want to touch me, beautiful?”
He’s a work of art: his chest, his abs, and lower still… He releases his belt and pulls it free, meeting my gaze with a smoldering stare as he unfastens his pants and leaves them open.
“Your turn, sweetheart. Tell me how much you loved the way I made you come.”
I’m already on my knees, finding balance on the soft mattress as he stands before me. “I’d rather show you.” The sound of his zipper accompanies my words as I work it down. Fuck quid pro quo, I would happily do this just for the pleasure of touching his amazing body. The outline of his cock against white briefs makes my mouth actually water.
His hands slide into my hair, massaging my scalp and threading the strands between his fingers.
He pulls my hair with a sweet tug. “Suck me off, Julie. I want to feel that lush mouth of yours take me all the way in.”
I free him. He’s huge in my hand, thick and long and I’m momentarily stunned by his size. A bead of moisture glistens at his crown as I bring him to my lips. I swirl it with my tongue, relishing the intimacy as I take him into my mouth. Andrew groans, and the sound makes me even hotter. I want to drive him over the edge, show him just what he’s doing to me.
I run my tongue along the length of him, teasing at the tip before I take him all the way down. Finding a rhythm, my hand slips inside his pants to cup his balls. He inhales sharply. When I glance up, his eyes are clenched tight, his lower lip between his teeth.
His eyes flutter open and he sees me watching him. I pull back again, drawing him slowly out of my mouth, before swirling my tongue over his head, teasing him until he breaks.
“Enough fucking around,” Andrew growls. He yanks me off the bed and bends me over it, my elbows braced against the mattress. He lands another spank on my ass, then grips it possessively. “Damn, I need to feel that tight pussy milking me dry. Are you ready, sweetheart?” he demands.
My pussy clenches in answer. “Yes,” I gasp. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.
I hear the sound of a condom packet being ripped open, then his hands are on me again, sliding over my ass and delving down between my trembling thighs. He strokes over my clit until I’m moaning. Then I feel him, nudging against me with his huge cock.
I expect him to be rough, possessive, but instead, he thrusts into me inch by thick, delicious inch.
I groan, amazed at how deep he’s surging, how he’s filling me all the way up.
Andrew braces himself over me, his breathing ragged in my ear. “Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I clench around him in answer, using my inner muscles to squeeze his cock.
Andrew curses, then pulls out before slamming hard back into me.
I let out a cry of pleasure, and rock back to meet his thrust.