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“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed to sleep. We’ve been busy.”
“Hmm. Maybe next time, I’ll have to make sure I’m awake first,” he murmurs thoughtfully.
“Why?” I gasp when he nips my collarbone.
“So I can wake you up using my tongue on that pretty little clit of yours.” He squeezes my breast one last time, then moves his hand down my stomach, under the hem of my lace thong. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, his fingers delving into my wetness.
“Good.” His voice is husky, gravely from sleep and lust. Fingers find my swollen, ready clit, and begin to circle, teasing me with a deliciously slow rhythm. It’s not enough though. I need more if I have any hope of coming.
“More,” I mumble through bated breaths.
“You need more, petals?”
“So much more,” I whimper. Andrew takes his fingers away, sliding his warm body away from mine. He rolls me onto my back as he rises to his knees on the bed. He grips his cock through his briefs, squeezing it tightly.
Andrew practically dives head first into my body, his messy hair tickling my chin. His nose slides down my shirt covered chest, his lips finding my nipple through the thin fabric. He bites my peaked nipple gently, licking it after to ease the soft ache. With a hand, he pulls my shirt up, revealing the other breast to the cool air.
“You’re so fucking stunning, Josie.” His voice is tight, almost emotional. My hands thread in his hair, yanking him up to my mouth. Our lips connect, my tongue thrusting into his mouth. He kisses me harshly, desperately. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs against my lips.
He doesn’t give me a second to say that I’m the lucky one, when he pulls away, stepping off the bed. I sit up, glancing around the room. Travis is nowhere to be found, which is a good thing.
Andrew stands in front of me, eyes glazed and heady. He reaches forward, grabbing my ankles in his large hands, yanking me to the edge of the bed. My ass just barely hangs off the side, my feet landing on the floor so I’m resting on tiptoes. I squeal at the abrupt movement, but Andrew barely gives me a moment to think. His hands are on me, pulling me up to take my shirt off, then dropping me back onto the bed with a soft bounce.
Hands slide down my waist, hooking around my panties. He drags them down my legs and off. Andrew stares down at my bare cunt, which is probably dripping in anticipation. “Fuck, petals. I love this pretty pussy,” he mutters.
Where the hell is this dirty talk coming from? Wherever it came from, he can keep it up, because I’m obsessed. His words distract me momentarily, but I’m brought right back to the present when his tongue slides between my slit, lips latching on to my clit and sucking. He flicks his tongue, and the burn low in my belly turns into a blaze as he touches me.
I cup my breasts, playing with my nipples, pinching them until they tingle, sending flutters between my thighs where Andrew’s head is currently taking up occupancy. He ups his pace, one of his fingers collecting some of the wetness from my pussy, then sliding in deep. I cry out in ecstasy, my hips moving at their own accord, seeking out his touch.
Andrew chuckles against my clit, and the vibration is too much. I reach down, yanking his mouth off me. I know that right now, if he keeps going, I will never come. My clit is throbbing, needing the release, but fighting against the sensations. “I need you inside me.”
“You- but you didn’t come?” His eyes narrow.
“I know, but right now,” I pause to catch my breath. “It’s too much, too oversensitive.”
He thoughtfully nods. “You’re sure? I want you to come first.”
“I’m sure. I need you to fuck me, Andrew. Please.”
My words seem to unhinge him, and he nods, reaching over to yank open his nightstand drawer. Retrieving the little foil packet, he shoves his boxers down and kicks them away. I scoot up so I’m sitting, my wetness getting all over the sheets, but I don’t think either of us care. I reach out, taking his cock in my hand. I spit on his length, stroking my hand up and down his shaft.
“Josie,” he warns.
“What?” I bat my eyelashes, glancing up at him innocently. “I’m just having fun,” I explain.
“You’re going to end the fun before it really starts.”
I shrug, licking my tongue on the underside of his erection, base to tip. “I love your cock,” I whisper, kissing the tip gently. Andrew shudders, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I take the condom packet from his fingers, and open it, sheathing him. I lay back down, letting my hair fan out behind me.
Andrew’s eyes widen as he takes in my naked body. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he bites down on his bottom lip. I shove down the momentary anxiety over the stretch marks on my boobs, thick thighs, and cellulite, not letting my insecurities ruin this moment.
“Can’t fucking believe you’re mine,” he murmurs. He folds over to kiss me, cock prodding at my pussy.
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