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I groaned as a sliver of sunshine creeped through the blinds temporarily blinding me. Still exhausted I turned around, immediately catching whiff of the man soundly asleep right beside me. Andy was facing me, his eyebrows furrowed. He had one of his arms lying on my waist while the other rested in front of him resting casually. Brief images of the events of last night flickered through my head. A small grin spread on my lips as I watched him. His lips slightly spread ajar. For once, everything was at peace, in my world and his. No arguing, no accusations, no tense moments, just bliss. I was happy and hopefully, so was he. Andy had been back and forth between the studio and home. Slowly getting better at juggling his time. I remember when the imbalance caused arguments, not anymore though. He was here, and all was right.
Suddenly, the blankets shuffled and Andy’s eyes slowly drifted open. His eyes instantly locked with mine before he briefly closed them to stretch.
“Good morning” he mumbled, looking back up at me, attempting to shield his eyes from the bright rays.
“Morning” I replied. I slid down so we were face to face. His piercing blue eyes gazing straight at me.
“Do you have to work today?” I questioned, taking his hand within mine and intertwining our fingers.
He shook his head. “I took a few days off” leaning up and moving his body over mine, his hair tickling my nose. “To clear my mind and spend some more time with you” Andy brought his head down lightly dusting his lips across my jaw.
“…And what do you have in mind?” I asked knowing full well were this was going.
Andy lifted his lips up to meet mine, kissing me slowly savoring each other’s taste and feel. A small moan escaped me when his tongue flickered against my lips, questioning for an entrance. I happily gave it, allowing me to slide my fingers through his hair, relishing in its softness.
Andy planted his hands on either side of my hands, bending his elbows so he could move closer to me. His body rested over mine. My chest barely touching his.
The kiss got more intense and my breathing became more erratic. I tightened my grip on his hair, attempting to pull him closer and earning myself a harsh groan from andy who broke away. God, his sounds were so sexy. A glint sparkled in his eye I could only interpret as pure lust. He grinned, not the soft, warm smile he usually gave; But the kind that made me squirm and restless.
With one quick movement he pulled the covers over his head, leaving me alone in the room flustered and with the lingering feeling of his soft lips on mine. I felt him trail his tongue across my neck occasionally softly kissing me. I could tell he was still a little tired, he was going slower, his actions were gentler. I watched in pleasure as I watched his body move under the covers. It added an extra level of interest and intensity because I didn’t know his next move. Andy was full of surprises and he wouldn’t hesitate. I bit my lip in anticipation for what he would do next.
I felt him hover over my breasts, his breath sitting in the valley between them.
“Andy” I whined, frustrated by the lack of contact. His hands trailed up my sides brushing his thumb against my nipple, perking them up instantly. His fingers crept down my body, tickling the skin. Reaching all the way down, his fingertips slowly make their way down to my most precious and sensitive area. I didn’t bother trying to stifle my moans, it was only us. And I wanted him to hear me, I wanted him to hear the pleasure he gave me. He kissed the tender spot below my belly button while dipping a finger inside me and bringing it forward. My wetness easing his way. At the same time he brought his head up and took my nipple in his mouth, suckling it and drawing it deeper. I groaned, grabbing the sheets and holding on as tightly as I could. His fingers strumming my clit, adding a little bit more pressure each time. A whimper escaped my lips.
Andy began thrusting his finger at a more rapid pace. I couldn’t control my breathing, all of my focus was aimed towards the beautiful man currently between my legs.
Andy released his mouth from my breast with a popping sound. I felt him smile against my skin, moving lower and lower until he finally gave me what I needed. He took hold of my thighs spreading them farther apart so he could fit comfortably. Giving me a quick kiss on my thigh, he wasted no time. He kissed me tenderly, sweeping his tongue through my folds. My moans turned into drawn out sighs of pleasure. I released my grip on the sheets and reached under the blanket immediately feeling Andy’s silky hair covering his shoulders. All of a sudden my hands were wrapped in a tight grip and forced to either side of me, essentially pinning my arms down and preventing me from touching him. The limited movement caused me to arch my back off the bed. His sweet torture continued and I could barely think properly. He continues his licks, pushing me farther and farther until I begin crying out.
I have no idea how long he was down there. I couldn’t think about anything but him. “Andy” I moaned out. Suddenly he released his mouth and peeked his head out from under the covers, kissing whatever inch of skin was in his path. “Fuck” Andy breathed. His eyes glued to mine. His legs moved in between mine, spreading my legs even further. His erect length teasing my entrance.
“Wait” I said pushing my hands on his tattooed chest. “I want you to relax” my voice was low. Last night, just like this morning, Andy had done all the work. Not that I didn’t appreciate it, but I wanted to give him the pleasure he gave me without him doing anything. I pressed on his chest, attempting to turn him over. His look of confusion slowly vanished as he succumbed. He was stronger than me and if he didn’t want to let me push him, he wouldn’t have.
Andy looked up at me, laying down on his back. I never broke eye contact as I reached between us, stroking him a few times before raising my hips letting him slip inside. We both groaned in unison. The familiar amazing feeling of fullness returning. This was about him and I was determined to make him feel good.
I began rolling my hips and Andy’s moans became lost in a growl. His breathing became staggered. I was becoming more and more aroused watching him. I reached down pushing his hair back, allowing me to see the entirely of his face. He really was so beautiful. Andy closed his eyes, and I reached down taking his hands bringing them up and placing them on my breasts. Letting go, he began massaging me, occasionally pinching my nipples. I leaned down for a moment, kissing him deeply before placing my hands down and moving my hips, finding a faster rhythm and the angle that hit my pleasure point exactly. Lost to passion, arousal pooled in my stomach. Andy opened his eyes, his usual bright eyes darkened. His hands grabbed ahold of my hips.
“Dammit, you’re going to kill me.” He sucked in a breath. Reaching down circling my clit with his thumb. Heightening the pleasure even more. I had wanted this about him, but I couldn’t muster up enough energy to stop him. I embraced the sensations flying through my body. I began chanting his name, his name the only coherent thought in my head. The way he hit me so deep, in places with little effort, pressing against the center of my nerves in areas only he could reach. I felt my body bubbling over. I was so far I couldn’t feel the pain of his grip on my hips. Andy’s eyes tightened and I knew he was close. One final thrust and I froze, twisted in all the emotions and feelings racing through me. Andy let out a final loud groan as he rode out his release. Watching him explode I had no strength to hold myself up anymore. I collapsed onto Andy’s chest. My face cradled in his neck.
“I love you” he whispered in my ear. “I made the right choice taking those days off.” I smiled. “Obviously” I replied.
