“Oh, I like your smug attitude.” And I liked his cock beneath me, too.
I let my eyes explore Andrew’s body, noticing every detail I hadn’t had a chance to see before. His broad chest had just enough hair. Three small moles were on the left side of his flat abdomen. I ran my finger around his nipple, making it hard, then down his stomach. His muscles flexed and goosebumps rose on his skin. I traced his well-defined abs until my finger came to a stopping point near the edge of his boxers. My finger curled inside, and he took in a sharp breath. Our eyes met.
“I want to kiss you more.” He pushed up on one elbow, ran his other hand up my thigh, and cupped my bottom.
“You already did.”
He sat up until our faces were close, my hand still between us, fingers curved into the fabric. The rich, seductive scent of coriander and ambrette enveloped me. I took in a deep breath like it was the last one for me. I needed to know the name of his cologne so I could bathe in it.
“Can I touch you first?” Andrew swept my hair to one side and traced his fingers over my bare neck. He tilted his head and his tongue dragged over my bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”
Every muscle in my body tightened, and I captured his mouth. Andrew hoisted me up and rose to his feet. He carried me to his bed and lowered me carefully onto it, then he grabbed the condoms off the floor. When he laid on his side next to me, he leaned in, his mouth taking over mine. My fingers wove into his hair, gripping it. He dragged his warm palm over my breast, down my stomach, then over my soaking panties. My breath escaped in a whoosh. Without taking them off, he moved his fingers in a firm, circular motion, making me moan into his mouth and lifting my hip to chase this touch.
Slow circles.
Gentle but firm thrusts.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t,” I rasped, my lips moving against his. He pulled the fabric to the side and ran his fingers along my folds, squeezing my center between them with enough pressure to destroy my last rational thought and my soul with it.
Without breaking contact with me, Andrew shifted and with his free hand took my arms and pinned them above my head. He stroked his tongue over the edge of my mouth, then kissed me with urgency, setting my blood on fire. He made a possessive noise, and his long fingers eased inside of me, dragging a hiss out of me. He curved them and pushed at the right spot, making me cry out his name. With slow, deep thrusts, he moved his fingers in and out of my body, driving me closer to my release. He brushed his thumb over my clit and a deep rush of pleasure flooded me. I clenched around his fingers, and my orgasm came over me like a tsunami, drowning me in ecstasy.
“Andrew.” I smiled against his mouth. “Can we hit a home run now?”
“You know why women are superior to men?” he asked, his fingers now lazily gliding in and out of me. There were many answers to his question, but I shook my head. “Because women can have multiple orgasms. One. After. Another.” He kept moving his hand, fingers inside my soaking sex, his thumb grazing my pulsating nub. “I want you to come again,” he said, teasing my breasts, stroking my skin with his tongue.
“Please.” It came out as a moan. Might as well take as much as I could.
Andrew’s fingers circled the waistband of my panties, then dragged them over my legs until they were off my body. His eyes pinned me down and he lowered himself.
“Your body is a treasure map,” he said, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps on my stomach, my pelvis, and beyond—avoiding the most sensitive spot—until his face was between my parted knees. Slowly he pushed my legs farther apart and I was completely open to him. His lips skimmed over my inner left thigh, the rasp of his stubble sending a lightning bolt to my core. I was so fucking wet and ready for him. He kissed the right thigh, then returned to the other, but his mouth landed closer and closer to my pussy. I bit my lip, shivering with pleasure and struggling to keep still. My chest fell and rose and?—
In a long, slow stroke, Andrew ran his tongue along my slit.
I sucked in air.
His mouth found my center, and his tongue swirled over my clit, then gently tugged on it. My eyes rolled back as he licked and sucked, fast, slow, simultaneously pushing fingers inside of me, and I lost myself in pure pleasure. He did it over, and over again, until I shut my eyes, and my climax came out of nowhere, my hips jerked up, and my body quivered. Andrew’s mouth rode out the orgasm with me, licking me softly, until I came apart and landed on the mattress.
Mustering the energy to raise my head, I looked at Andrew. I was in love. “Oh. My. Lord. You’re so good.”
Andrew grinned ear to ear, his face damp with my wetness. He rolled on his back and took his boxers off, then reached over for a condom, broke the foil open, and rolled it down his length. And then I was again underneath his body, his hard cock dragging against my thigh. I opened my legs wide to welcome him. He looped his hand under one of my knees and lifted my leg, letting me hook it around his hip, and then he buried himself inside me. I gasped, and he grunted. The sexiest combination of sounds I had ever heard. I tightened around him, and he growled like an animal. His eyes held mine, and he began to move.
We found the rhythm, our bodies moving together as if we had done this many times before. It was all new yet felt like we’d been this close for ages. He left a trail of tender kisses along the side my face, along my neck. When his thrusts got faster, I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him enter even deeper.
“Please keep going,” I managed to say, pressing my head into his pillow, and arching my body into his. My hands clutched at his sweaty shoulders, sinking my fingers into his flesh. An overwhelming hunger for Andrew, for another—if it was possible—climax roared inside me. “Please,” I pleaded. I never thought I was a beggar, but my god I would explode if he didn’t give me what I needed. Andrew’s thrusts became more certain and rapid. Greedily, I wanted this moment to last forever, but at the same time, I needed to come undone. With each stroke, the slippery sounds got louder, and the pressure built higher until I shattered, once again, just as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, groaning against my skin.
Once our breathing returned to somewhat normal, Andrew fell on his back beside me, his hand found mine and he intertwined our fingers. Sweat glistened over his muscular body.
“I’ve never been to a baseball game,” he said, still panting, “but if this is how it feels to score a home run, I’m a huge fan now.”
I chuckled. “Don’t tell anybody, but I have been to only a few games myself.”
Andrew let go of my hand and got up, disappearing into the bathroom. A few seconds later he returned to the bed. “I’m confused. Are you talking about a literal game or sex?”
I laughed harder now, and a tear slid out of the corner of my eye. I wiped it. “I have only been to a handful of games. I have enough knowledge to carry some sort of conversation, but I have no clue what’s going on or why people shout when something happens.”
Andrew rolled on his side, propping his head on his elbow, and resting his leg over mine. His fingers gently glide over my breast, making my nipple harden at his touch.
