His hands brushed over my breasts, over the bunched fabric on my stomach, until they reached my sleek sex. A satisfied hum resounded in his throat when he slid two fingers inside me and dragged a whimper out of me. He broke our kiss again and pulled his fingers out, this time my moan was because of raw disappointment.
“Why… stop?” I found words, exasperated.
Kneeling, Andrew widened my thighs. He lowered his face to my center and dragged the flat of his thick tongue from the base to the most sensitive point. My eyes rolled, and my head fell backward.
“Christ, you taste like honey,” he drawled before repeating the slow lick.
“Do I?” I whispered.
The two wet fingers he’d had inside me nudged my lips to open. He engulfed them in my mouth, letting me taste my sweetness. I sucked them. He licked me harder. My body convulsed, and he pulled his hand away from my face and pressed it onto my lower stomach to keep me steady. My orgasm rushed towards me like a freight train. So sudden. So powerful. Andrew’s tongue circled my sensitive clit again, making my hips jerk, sending a blend of pain and pleasure through me.
“Andrew.” His name was a needy sound on my lips. “Get insi?—”
He licked my sex again, and a hot white agony shot through me. I gasped, gripping his hair and yanking his face away. “You’re a fucking menace.” He grinned like he was drunk. “You’ve had enough of tasting, now fuck me like a gentleman.”
He wiped his mouth on his shoulder and got to his feet. “I don’t want to be a gentleman tonight.”
Andrew withdrew a condom from his side pocket and unzipped his pants. As he removed his last clothing item, I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it on the floor. It did look better there. Instead of leaving his pants near his feet, Andrew folded them and tucked them under my lower back and ass.
Clenching a silver packet corner between his teeth, he ripped it open and offered it to me. “You do it.”
Before rolling it on his length, I wrapped my fingers at its base and dragged my hand up to its head, drawing hasty breaths out of Andrew. My thumb circled the tip of his cock, smearing silky precum. My mouth salivated, and I played with the idea of letting him stand while I sucked on his glorious dick. I arched an eyebrow and bit my lip.
Placing the condom on the table, I moved to get off. “I have a better idea.”
“No.” Andrew pinned my hips back. “I appreciate your intentions, but I’ve thought about you on this desk over a million times…” He picked up the condom and rolled it on. “You need to lay back.”
I obliged, the cold surface of the table a refreshing touch on my overheated skin. Holding my gaze, Andrew glided into me with one thrust, stretching me and making me cry out his name. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he buried his cock even deeper. Without breaking our gaze, he moved in and out with a steady, deliberate rhythm, telling me I was beautiful, telling me he was grateful I put on the bracelet, telling me he didn’t want this to end. I couldn’t get enough of him. My hand found a wall behind me, and I pressed on it, pushing my pelvis more into Andrew, my inner muscles tightening, seeking a release.
“More,” I commanded and took a deep breath.
He let go of my hips and brought my legs up, resting my ankles on his shoulders. Locking his muscular arms over my legs, veins in his forearms bulging, he lifted me and began driving his cock fast, thrust after thrust, hitting me in just the right spot. The wooden desk’s creak, our mingled groans, and the sound of his body slapping into my wetness pulsated through the air. Every muscle inside me coiled around him, and a colossal star explosion set off inside me, unhinging me and making me come hard.
“Fuck,” Andrew grunted and plunged one more time before surrendering to his orgasm. His movement slowed down, and he let go of my legs, allowing me to embrace his waist with them. He leaned forward until his chest pressed into my hot sweaty breasts, and he rested his face on my shoulder, his fast breathing matching mine.
I wanted to laugh or maybe cry, I was that giddy with happiness. When I got home, I’d need to buy William a huge thank-you gift for bringing a semi-truck load of condoms. And for convincing me to put my guard down and allow myself to fall stupid in love.
“Was this everything you hoped for?” I asked, my fingers gliding over Andrew’s damp back.
“No.” Andrew perched on his forearms and grinned. “It was much better.”
* * *
The next morning, the early sun hues were blooming in the sky when I tiptoed across the creaky wooden floors out of the room, leaving Andrew asleep, mansprawled in the bed, sage cotton sheets partially covering his glorious naked body. It was my turn to serve breakfast in bed. It took me longer than I’d expected to pick us food because I wanted to find a vendor cart or a shop that sold flowers, but alas it was too early.
When I returned with a greasy bag and two coffees in my hands, Andrew was dressed and clean-shaven, talking in Spanish on the phone by the window. I loved his voice even when I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. He stood tall, his shoulders square, with his right hand on his hip. Confident and so impossibly sexy. Something powerful inside me expanded. Only god knew how much therapy I’d need if he didn’t want to continue whateverthiswas between us.
He glanced over this shoulder and then held his finger injust a minutegesture.
“Yes, that would be helpful,” Andrew switched to English. “Not right now. Today we’re going to Árbol Hueco Isla. It’s an island about a thirty-minute boat ride from the local marina.” He went quiet, listening to… Dr. Garcia, I assumed? He laughed, nodding as if in agreement. “Yes, I believe we’re getting close. Yes. Will do. Thanks.” He hung up and walked to me. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me, the taste of his minty breath mingling with the sips of coffee I’d had earlier. My knees went weak, and I had to lean into him. He broke the kiss and gave me the most devastating smile. “Ready to go on a short trip with me?”
I would travel to the moon with him if he asked.
ChapterTwenty-Four
The marina was nearly deserted, with a few vessels bobbing in the sapphire water by the pier, wavelets calmly lapping against their hulls. The sea shimmered in the morning sun, the teasing breeze carried salt and warmth that coursed through my chestnut hair. In the distance, the squabble of seagulls chased fishing ships dragging heavy nets. On the horizon, the Árbol Hueco Isla appeared as a small brown spot, barely visible from the shore.
“I hope the boat you rented is better than the plane that brought us to Colombia,” I teased Andrew as we exited the car. It was just the two of us as Andrew had asked William to stay at the hotel and sign for a package delivery.
