Bitter sweet affair

Chapter 90 - Friends, Again.

"I-I want you, Andre,"

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She opened her eyes and felt strong arms wrapped around her waist. She blushed staring down at his T-shirt which she was now wearing with nothing underneath. She wrapped her arms around his and relaxed into his body closing her eyes as if it were a dream.

"You're awake," he said in a hoarse voice before placing a kiss on her forehead. She turned, her head resting on his chest. The memories from the previous night played through her mind. She felt embarrassed for begging Andre to make love to her, he'd pulled down her walls with just his touch. A blush stains her face.

"Is it me or do you just look more beautiful after an intense but passionate lovemaking session?" he teased causing her to roll over and bury her head under the duvet in embarrassment.
"Shy? After everything you did last night, you're shy?" he continued teasing her as he mimicked how she pleaded with him to make love to her.

"I'll stop teasing you for now. I'll go take a shower" he kissed her forehead before getting out of bed. She ogled at his half-naked body.
"Put some clothes on, will you?" she chuckled.
"Maybe I should jog your memory," he said teasingly as he got on the bed and hovered over her before nibbling on her neck. Causing her to groan and bore her fingers deep into his back.

She rolled him over and sat on his waistline, tilting her hair to the side.
"Ooh, I love me a naughty girl," he said about to grab her hip, but she held his hands.
"Nuh-uh. I'm the one doing the teasing" She smirked as she kissed his cheeks.

She stared at his lips and brought hers so close but she withdrew at the final moment.
"Don't leave me hanging," he whined.
She placed slow kisses on his neckline and biceps that he instinctively groped her waist and pushed her on him. Their chest crashing, and their faces were barely inches away.

"Don't tease me," he growled.
"Doesn't feel good now, does it?" she chuckled and teased him with a little kiss on the lips before getting off of him.

"Amelia, don't do this to me. I want you right now"

"Too late" she giggled and ran into the bathroom shutting the door.

"Can I at least shower with you?" he teased.
"I know what you have in mind but I don't plan on giving in. I'll see you in a couple of minutes, fully clothed" she said with a grin on her face, she'd succeeded in making him pay.

She stared at the mirror and her neck was reddish from all the Hickey's he'd given her. She blushed before taking a shower.

"Sit, I'll dry your hair," Andre smiled as she walked out with her hair wrapped in a towel.

She smiles and happily sat down while he blow-dried her hair.
"You've gotten better at this" she smiled before turning to frown at him.
"What?" he asked flustered at her sudden mood change.
"Did you do this for someone other than me?"
He gulped and then burst into laughter making her more furious.

"Are you perhaps jealous?" he teased cupping her face with both palms.
"Get your hands off me," she said putting a much-needed distance between them. She was jealous and furious that in the last few years that they were apart that he'd gotten a girlfriend and helped her dry her hair too.
Or that he made passionate love to her too.

He knew his silence was stimulating worse thoughts in her head. He wrapped her in a hug from behind and kissed her neck before sniffing her cologne.
"I promise that no one other than you had access to this side of me. I'm yours remember that"
She loosened up a bit and smiled.
"Yes, you're mine."
"Show me your hands," he said all of a sudden but she didn't think much of it and happily showed him both her hands.