as I realized I could trust Andrew. He would never hurt me. A surge of excitement rushed through me, sending tingles from my scalp down to my toes. I moaned softly; I couldn't help it, I was so turned on. His fingers reached the top of my panties, tracing the elastic band. He kept moving down, over the underwear, to my delicate flower.
As if practiced a thousand times, he touched my clit through my panties. I pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, and he knew he had hit the sweet spot. Two of his fingers went in slow circles, moving my panties lightly with them. Every time his fingers hit the top of his circle, my muscles twitched with pleasure.
With a steady rhythm, he kept the circles going. I looked at him and say his deep blue eyes looking at me, wanting nothing but my pleasure. I leaned my head back and bit my lip. No man had ever spent this much time on me, sweetly rubbing my nether regions, silently wishing for my release. I closed my eyes and let each tick of pleasure hit me, steady in their beat as a metronome.
When I began to arch my hips, I knew he had to work harder to keep the same pace, but he diligently kept it going, never wavering in intensity or pace. My mouth opened wide as I could feel myself heading towards the edge. My brain surrendered to his touch, letting me go over the edge of my orgasm.
I let out a wordless moan as colors exploded in my vision, my hips arching back and forth, my entire body arching. My fingers went to my breasts, feeling myself through my bra, as I writhed. It was a wave in which I never wanted to come down off of, and when it began to subside, I grabbed his hand.
I brought it to my mouth, kissing it softly. Then I kissed him, and he drank in my kisses. I could feel his erection through his pants, and at that moment I would have given myself to him.
He stopped kissing me and leaned back into the couch. "I've wanted this for a long time," he said.
I cuddled into Andrew's shoulder, his arm wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I closed my eyes, feeling his chest rise and fall against mine like the ocean against the shore. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, to find a way to put it in a box so I could dive into it whenever I wanted. Andrew shifted on the couch slightly, moving his hand to brush a stray strand of hair out of my face.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he tucked the hair behind my ear. "I've always thought so, and I've never been able to tell you." I couldn't help but smile and cuddle in closer, resting my head against his chest.
He rested his cheek against my head, his body relaxed as I ran my fingers up and down his chest and stomach. I absorbed everything, storing it away in my memory for later. Andrew took a deep breath and let it out, and I knew we had to do something about the elephant growing in the room.
"What are we going to tell Luke and everyone?" I asked quietly, hiding in his arms. He tightened protectively around me.
"I don't know. We promised everyone that we wouldn't do this," he moved his head to look at me. "But I don't want to let you go. I don't want to go back to the way we were. You are just too damn beautiful for me to give up."
"I don't want to stop, Andrew. I can't stop," I bit my lip and sat up so I could look at him, his arms still around me. "We can't tell them."
Andrew sat quietly, his blue eyes deep in thought as he slowly nodded. He frowned slightly before speaking. "So what do we do?"
"We keep this a secret. At least for now. I promise we'll tell them all eventually, but just not yet," I said quietly watching his face.
"I agree. No one needs to know for a little while. This can be just our little secret," he said as he reached out and touched my cheek. I smiled at him, and then settled back into his nook. His arms felt so strong wrapped around me, like the world could end and I would still be safe. Part of me knew we were