An Unexpected Proposal

Chapter 7 Part 3

Her heart was hammering loudly in her ears, the sense of excitement and anticipation escalating to fever pitch. She wanted Andreas more than she had wanted any man.

He trailed his hands over her shoulders and upper arms as his gaze raked her from her from top to bottom then settled on her breasts in a frank and masculine appraisal. The look in his eyes was enough to send a sizzling flare of awareness over her skin. Men had admired her in the past, but none of them had ever made her feel like this.

And just like that, the atmosphere shifted from hot to sizzling in a heartbeat, and it was at that point, things escalated quickly. He put his arms around her and lifted, her feet coming off the floor. She instinctively raised herself and locked her legs around his hips. The feel of his hands gripping her butt was exactly what she wanted.

Andreas tossed her onto the bed and came down over her, all semblance of gentlemanliness now gone, replaced by a raw, sexual need so intense and so forceful that it was all encompassing. Abigail revelled in his passion and allowed herself to be consumed by it wholeheartedly. She moved her hands around his body in a frantic attempt to get him even closer, stroking, holding, caressing.

Andreas sat up briefly, ripping off his own underwear with a fierce determination. He then reached down to cup her face in his large hands. He lowered his head and kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming it as his. Abigail moved her body beneath his, holding onto his back and digging her nails into his flesh. He groaned deeply. There was nothing sweet or gentle about this kiss and it was exactly what she wanted – Andreas coming unhinged.

He wanted to devour her. His control was waning quickly. He bent his head and finally took one sensitised nipple into his mouth and sucked until her breathing was laboured and she was arching up. "That's it baby," he whispered roughly against her skin. "Let yourself go with me."

He swiftly moved his body between her thighs pushing them apart with his strong hips. She was already hot and damp for him and he had barely touched her yet. He placed his hand on his shaft and gently slid it up and down her core. The reaction he got was delectable. Abigail was arching up against him and moaning, wanting more.

"Tell me what you want, Abigail," he said needing to hear it from her.

She could only gasp and pant at his machinations which made him want to take her, but he wanted to hear the words come from her mouth. He leaned down, one of his hands gently rubbing her forehead, his face close to hers as his manhood continued its gentle but expert caress of her most intimate part. "Say it," he growled.

"I want you," she said breathlessly. "Andreas, I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. He quickly reached over into a drawer to take out some protection. And then, positioning himself again at her core he pushed himself inside her. She cried out and her nails dug into his naked flesh, the sensation exhilarating. There was nothing like it in the world, being inside of Abigail. She was so hot and so tight and Andreas found himself moving faster than he had wanted, barely able to contain himself. But as he looked down at Abigail, she was writhing beneath him and he knew she was ok with it. He could see her face and the ecstasy upon it. She was panting and moaning and he knew she was close. Suddenly, he could feel her muscles contracting around his girth as she screamed out his name over and over. Andreas bucked against her hips as his release came just moments after hers.

He lay with her for a while, not wanting to let go. Abigail held onto him, her breathing slowly getting back to normal. As he looked down into her beautiful blue eyes, Andreas could see the same satisfaction – and want, that was inside him.

A little while later while in the shower, Andreas stood under the spray of the water, his only thoughts that of Abigail beneath him, how her body reacted to him, every touch, every scream, every movement...

Andreas' body began to harden at just the thought of Abigail still in his bed. She was such a sensual, beautiful woman. But more than that, she was pure of heart. He knew that the moment he had met her. It was evident in her eyes. She didn't play games, like so many others. She was too honest for that.

He was done playing the field. He wanted something real. Something like he had with Abigail. And with those thoughts, Andreas knew what his next move had to be.