the condom packet open with my teeth, and he smirks.
“Fuck.” He bites his lip and watches me with hooded eyes. “That’s sexy.”
“I know, right?” I retort and make a show of leaning back and slowly sliding the condom down his length.
When he starts to reach out to touch my hips, I shake my head and slap his hands away. “Ah-ah-ah, no touching, sir.”
He smirks. “No touching?”
“Nope. No touching for you. Only me.”
That smirk turns devilish. “Is that right?”
“Oh yes, that’s right,” I say and wrap my hand around his sheathed cock. Moving up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, I stare at him as, ever so slightly, his mouth falls open.
“Does that feel good?”
He nods, and immediately, I stop.
Andrew frowns and I giggle. “You remember all those times you teased me mercilessly?” I ask. “All those times you said shit to me just to get a rise out of me? Well, consider this a delicious form of payback.”
He lets out a frustrated yet turned-on, raspy groan. “I thought my broken nose was payback enough.”
“Not quite.” I shake my head on a little smirk. “Now, close your eyes.”
He stares at me.
“Andrew, close your eyes,” I repeat, and this time, he actually listens.
“Fuck, I have no idea what you’re about to do, but I hope you keep in mind that I just made you come on my tongue.”
“Oh, trust me,” I say and move my body down his, my lips pressing soft kisses over his rippled abs and prominent V, and I don’t stop until I grip his arousal in my hand and my mouth hovers around the tip. “I remember. Hell, I’m already getting wet again just thinking about it.”
“I knew you’d be wild.” His cock jerks in my hand in response. “I fucking knew it.”
“You like wild, Andrew?” I ask, and he groans.
“I like you.”
His words spur a shiver up my spine, and I wrap my lips around the tip of his sheathed cock and suck on him for a good thirty seconds before I pull away.
“You still like me, Andrew?”
“Fucking hell, Birdie, you’re my favorite now.”
I grin at that and proceed to lick my tongue along the length of him.
Goddamn, playing with a naked Andrew just might be the most fun I’ve ever had.
I take my teasing time, alternating licking and sucking until his cock turns rigid and the muscles of his abdomen tighten.
And then, I climb back up his body, kneel above his hips, take his arousal in my hand, and push him inside me in one swift, deep, delicious movement until his cock is pressed to the hilt.
Andrew opens his eyes, and the heat and desire and passion I find within their gray-blue depths is enough to make me moan.
I move up and down his length, selfishly taking my own pleasure, and he watches with rapt attention. His tongue sneaks out to lick his lips as his gaze moves between my eyes and my mouth and my bare breasts and the spot where we’re so intimately connected.
“This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” he says through a panting breath. “But, fuck, I want to touch you, Birdie.”
I reach down and grip his hands in mine and lift them until his palms are pressed against my breasts. “So, touch me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice.
He does more than just touch me. He takes complete control, wrapping his arms around my waist and flipping us over so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over my body, his cock still pressed deep inside me.
His lips caressing my ear, he whispers, “I’m not going to stop fucking you until I feel that perfect pussy of yours come hard around my cock.”
I moan, and he thrusts in and out of me in steady, deep movements until my thighs begin to shake and my fingers claw at the skin of his back and my lips and tongue steal erratic, desperate kisses from his mouth.
And let me tell you, he keeps his word.
I come hard. From my head all the way to the tips of my toes, my climax consumes my entire body. And it doesn’t take long before Andrew follows, finishing himself inside me through deep, sexy, raspy groans.
Holy bad decisions.
I just had sex with the one man I wasn’t supposed to have sex with.
Yeah, and you’d be lying if you tried to act like you regretted even a single second of it.
Andrew
If God is an artist, then this woman is his masterpiece.