“It’s fucking fantastic.” I met her dark eyes. “I knew there was something very naughty about you the second I laid eyes on you.”
“Hm.”
Gripping her hips, I pulled her forward and my hand cracked against her ass. Her eyes flashed in surprise while a deep purr escaped her lips. “Oh, hell no. No. There is no ‘hm’ here. You have something to say, you say it.”
“I was just thinking…if that’s what you thought, you’ve been thinking about me, about this…for almost two months.”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “It’s been complete and total torture.”
“Good,” Andy breathed. She dragged her hands through my hair and brought my lips to hers for a hurried, impatient kiss. “So we’re on the same page.”
I rolled my eyes and pivoted Andy in my arms, propelling her into my darkened bedroom while I unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down her legs. I was confident about a few things, and one of them was that Andy and I were not on anything resembling the same page.
With her jeans and black bikini panties balled on the floor, my eyes skimmed over her body. She reminded me of a Renaissance painting, all flawless skin and rosy lips. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, cloaking her small breasts.
That is, if women in Renaissance paintings wore red knee socks embroidered with miniature owls. Perfectly random. Perfectly Andy.
She noticed my head inclined toward her legs and my furrowed brow. “I’m all for naked,” she said with a laugh. “But it’s four below out there. I’m cold. I’m keeping them on. You can, too.”
Her fingers slipped under my boxer briefs and pushed them down, and in typical infuriating Andy fashion, she avoided my straining erection. My palm smacked against her skin, lower on her backside this time, closer to her legs. I knew she felt the jolt deep in her center when she moaned into my chest and sank her teeth into my skin.
And that was the end of my control.
In a blur of movement, she was sprawled on the bed, her knees bent to her elbows while my hand dug through the bedside table drawer for a condom. Kneeling between her legs, I rolled it down and slammed into her with one demanding motion. I couldn’t resist a smug smile when her eyes rolled back and her lips went slack.
“Oh, fuck yes, Patrick,” Andy groaned, her nails clawing into my back.
I withdrew slowly as my eyes moved away from her closed lids, over her firm nipples, down her taut abdomen to where I lingered inside her. I noticed the stark contrast between her dark olive skin and my light, freckle-ridden skin. Captivated, I stared at my cock as it slid into her, and repeated the motion. A whirlwind of errant thoughts whipped through my mind, leaving behind ideas of possession and rightness and all-consuming desire.
Glancing away from our union, I found Andy leaning up on her elbows, watching as I pushed in and pulled out, her chest heaving with shallow pants. She gulped, and met my eyes. “Faster,” she commanded. “And harder.”
“Dirty and demanding?” I asked, adjusting my stance to hover over her.
“Complaining?” Her eyebrow arched and her lips edged upward into an inkling of a smile.
Gripping the backside of her bent legs, I hammered into Andy with the singular mission of bringing her a colossal orgasm that would drop every one of her defenses. I wanted to know Andy at her most uninhibited and vulnerable. “Not at all,” I grunted.
Wanting more, wanting deeper, I pressed Andy’s knees to her chest and thrust forward with her sock-covered ankles bouncing over my shoulders. A chorus of “oh” stuttered from her lips, and I felt tingles signaling my rising orgasm all over my body. Her heat was like a live wire, all fire and unbound energy that coursed into my veins and electrified me.
“You are so beautiful,” I stammered, my breath shuddering when her inner muscles clamped around me. And she was; from her wild hair spread over the blankets, and round, perky breasts, to her strong legs, she was magnificent and wholly addictive.
My hips crashed against hers, and when I drove my fingers into her legs, it called up memories of my fingers gripping her ass in Shannon’s bathroom. I was suddenly aware even a defenseless, post-orgasmic Andy could very well reject me.
“Patrick…yes, please,” Andy whimpered, her body jerking beneath me as her nails dug into my sides.
Bowing my head to her neglected nipples, I sucked one of the tips into my mouth, my thumb circling the other. The hard suction sent her arching off the bed. The exposed brick walls absorbed most of her shriek when I slammed into her again. I released her nipple with a loud pop that afforded her the pressure of a bite, and shifted her legs to wrap around my waist. A wave rippled through her muscles, and I felt her body tense in anticipation of her release.
“Patrick…oh, Patrick, I’m so close.”
“That’s cute. As if I need you to tell me.” I tilted my hips to hit her clit, and we groaned at the new depth. Breathless and teetering on the edge of my own long-overdue orgasm, I murmured against her ear, “Let go, Andy, just let go.”
I ducked my head to her chest and captured her nipple between my teeth, tugging and biting while Andy bucked beneath me. She was primed to explode. Her nails scratched up my sides, sinking into my shoulders until I recognized the faint sting of punctured skin. Andy’s answering thrusts were erratic and frenzied. Her inner walls contracted around me, sucking me in and demanding more. She was right there. She just needed to stop holding back.
My lips landed on the valley between her breasts, and I licked up and down her skin. I delivered quick bites to her nipple while her body dissolved into a quivering, moaning bundle of restrained sensation beneath me. Lasting this long was an epic accomplishment, and in another minute, I would be down for the count.
“Get it, Andy,” I growled against her skin. My teeth closed around the side of her breast, and I soothed the bite with soft kisses. “I want you coming all over my cock.Now.”
My hips rolled against her, and she rocked against me in response, her eyes locking on mine and begging me to go over the edge with her.
