𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪 + 𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷.
There were a million thoughts going through Ethan’s head at that moment, but the vast majority were memories of how Andrea could always fuck like a banshee. That had been what they did best, wasn’t it? He swore he could still feel the shadow of some of the aches she had a unique way of leaving behind long after he watched that diabolical ass sway its way naked into the bathroom to shower and change. “There’s no forgetting you, Andrea,” he assured her in a low, lusty tone, ringing his arms around the waist of her statuesque figure. His stubble-clad expression smirked as the brunette worked to remove the smudge of her lips from his neck. “I never minded it when you left lipstick stains somewhere else, did I? But,” his gaze swept the room expectantly. “I’m probably keeping you from someone, aren’t I? A trip down memory lane with us wouldn’t end well for whoever you’re here with.”
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The truth was that Andrea had thought about Ethan a few times in the years they spent apart. In some of her loneliest points, she used to wonder if she’d feel the same pull to him in the present — If being around him would make the little hairs at the back of her neck raise and her lips feel hotter with the mere desire to feel him and have him consume her. A couple minutes with him gave her that answer, loud and clear: Yes. Fuck yes. The low, lust-heavy tone of his voice as he reassured her he couldn’t forget about her, followed by the innuendo that sparked the vivid image of her on her knees, in a restaurant bathroom, sucking his cock with all of her might until he gifted her throat with his hot cum, right there and then, because she couldn’t wait to get back to his place to have him... Nothing else between them ever clicked, not completely, but that same hunger for him bubbled in her chest to the point that it almost ached. “You didn’t, hm? I don’t know, Eth.. It’s been so long ago that I’m not sure I remember all the details..” In that moment, Andrea wasn’t simply teasing him. Her tone had lowered and was riddled with all the lust and impatience she felt spread inside of her like wildfire. If there was truly no forgetting her, he’d know she was alluding to a revisit of that memory among many. “You can let that weight drop off your shoulders. I’m here alone.” Her tongue wet her lips as her one hand slid down, caressing the firm muscles of his chest. “How’bout you? Is there someone back in the cabin who’ll mind if you and I reminisce old times?”














