“I would do anything for you.” Andrew placed his hands on his ribs and rubbed his thumbs up and down. “I was on my way to tell you that you made a mistake. We need more time together.”
“How much more time?”
He hadn’t planned on saying it this soon, but something in her eyes told him she was ready.
“Forever.”
He watched as a slow tear trickled down one cheek, and then another down the second cheek.
“Why are you crying?”
“I-I-I couldn’t hope that you felt the same way. It was too good to be true.”
“Some too good things are true.”
Her forehead met his bare chest, and he felt her tears dampen his chest hair.
Andrew brought a hand to her jaw, and tipped her face up to his. Then, he painted his lips over hers. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with a moan.
He could feel the now drying tears against his own cheek, and he knew he would protect her from everything he could. There could be scandal from many angles, but he would defend her. More than defend her, he would praise her writing and her boldness to love again. He would encourage others to be like her. Such as the children he wanted to have with her. He could only hope that they would turn out like their mother.
It was an entire lifetime of possible memories flooding him that stoked his passion. Cock hard, he tore at her coat, then relieved her of her now familiar spencer and frock. Lifting her to straddle him, he felt her legs wrap around his torso. She was his. And he was hers.
He led them to the bed and laid her down. With his tongue and his teeth, he nipped at her neck and then down to her breasts. Pulling a nipple into his mouth, he laved at her. She arched up into him, and he groaned. What he wouldn’t do to hear those sounds for the rest of his life.
“Oh God, Rose. You are my delight.” With a light bite, he took in as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. The mewl that escaped shot right to his groin. His cock swelled even more.
“You’re so big, Andrew. I need to have you.”
He growled his desire. “You will. But first.” He trailed his tongue down her stomach. “This.” The trail continued down through her lane and stopped at the notch that he knew would give her so much pleasure.
“Andrew! God, what are you doing to me?”
“I’ve asked the same of you.” But he didn’t wait for her reply. He licked at her quim until she was quivering. Her thighs tightened around his ears. But he didn’t stop. With a finger, he entered her and waited for her moaning to direct him. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life pleasing. Thinking of that, and hearing her heavenly sounds, hardened his cock even more. It wouldn’t be long until he would need to be inside of her, but he would hold off until he knew she was sated.
He added a second finger and she bucked.
Between sucking on her nub and licking her, he murmured, “I’ve got you.” With his free hand, he slid it under her bum and lifted her for his feasting pleasure. He hummed into her as he licked, driving her wild. He wanted only to drink more of her and taste her sweet cunny. More than that, he yearned for her to feel her own pleasure for as long as she wanted it. “Let it come, angel. Let it take you.”
The words hardly left his mouth and he could feel her pulsating all around his fingers. The tightness was about to push him over the edge. He wanted to be deep within her, but he would wait until she was ready. From the slickness dousing his fingers, it wouldn’t be long until she was begging him for something more. And he was ready to give it to her.
After a few pulses, he heard her say, “Now I need you inside of me. I need you to fill me.”
“Angel, I’ll give you that and more.” Getting to his knees, he pressed himself into her still quivering muff.
A groan shook out of him and rendered his mind useless. All he could think was pleasure for him and her. He thrust into her and felt her hugging every inch of his pole. Her nails lightly scraping his back, her breasts bouncing against his face. The sweat droplets and their earthy scent lingering on his inhalation.
“You’re so tight, Rose.”
“Take me, Andrew. Take me.”
The prompt needed no further encouragement. Andrew lunged inside of her. Together they groaned at the immediate pleasure of being internally entwined. He could wrap himself in her any day, any time. The heat trapped him, the slickness propelled him.
“If I could stay like this forever, I would,” Andrew whispered in Rose’s ear.
The reply was a guttural moan and her breasts being shoved into his face. He lapped at her on both sides and then made his way back to her mouth. Her delectable lips were parted, inviting him to plunder her. And as he ravaged her mouth, he shattered her quim.
Her thrusts met his. Once. Twice. Rose screamed his name. He pulled out and released on the bed.
