Just to test her resolve.
Her entire body springs upward—knees rising, hands gripping achingly tight on my scalp, her back straight—to the point that I ascend to my feet, finding her exhausted, lopsided smile, and I chuckle as she relaxes against the cabinet.
She appears entirely satiated. There’s a glisten in her eyes, an exhaustion over her muscles.
And the fact that I gave her that satisfaction has me desperate for more.
Because I wonder what else I can pull from her.
I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her lips, and she sighs at the taste of herself on my tongue.
“I’m not done with you, beautiful,” I say between those long embraces.
A soft huff of amusement leaves her. “I hope not.”
Andi sinks from the countertop, and I grab her waist as her knees wobble, catching her from falling to the ground. She peers up at me in a haze and laughs as I take both of her hands in mine to lead her to the bedroom.
“Wait—” She grabs her pants from the floor and hugs them in her arms, only glancing out the door briefly to ensure no one is on the deck.
I leave the bedroom door open.
Just in case.
My dick is fucking straining. I’m so hard that it hurts. And it doesn’t help that her hands are on me the second we’re in the bedroom together. She tugs at the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, barely allowing me to take a breath before her hands are on the waistband of my joggers.
I’m powerless to stop her, yet I try to slow her down as much as I can.
I grab the bottom of her sweater and pull it up, and as her entirely naked body is revealed, a jagged curse leaves me.
God, this is better than I ever dreamed.
A greyscale tattoo wraps from her ribs down her left side, over her hip, and to the top of her thigh. It’s a broad depiction of a ram’s skull, roses, and three crows. They bend and arch into a bare tree stretching from her foot to her back, where the raven is perched upon her shoulder.
I hadn’t realized both of her arms had full sleeves. The art is so intricate that I don’t have time to go over each and every detail right now.
The lapse in my concentration allows Andi enough time to finally get her hand beneath my joggers and my boxers. I have to lean my forehead against hers to stay upright. However, as I utter her name desperately, I hear her gasp in surprise.
“Oh my—” Andi pulls back and looks at me with wide eyes, and I feel a smile flinch upon my mouth. I settle my hand on her throat again, thumb pressing gently on the side of her trachea. Our lips graze as she strokes my dick languidly.
“All for you,” I say before kissing her again.
She moans into me, her curled fingers deliberately stilling at the tip of my cock.
“Dammit, Andi,” is all I can manage. The movement makes me take a sharp breath, and my eyes roll.
I need her on this bed.
I need to sink into her pussy and fuck her until those beautiful tears run down her blushed cheeks, and she swears she can’t take anymore.
My hands spread wide on her ass, and I throw her onto the bed. She collects herself and leans onto her elbows, giving me time to slide my snug pants off.
I have to stroke myself a few times as I peer down at her.
Shit, she’sstunning.
Her bottom lip draws behind her teeth in the most mind-numbing way. It’s all I can do to not grab her ankles, throw her onto her stomach, and slam into her from behind so that I can watch her ass bounce against every thrust.
I’ll do that later.
