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They resembled a masterpiece brought to life. Each brushstroke of their personalities unique, yet harmonizing seamlessly in a captivating rhythm. Intrigued beyond restraint, Aurelia's curiosity unfurled like an insatiable muse, compelli...
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TW: this chapter contains sexual content. reader discretion is advised.
It was torture watching her slowly give him a show, after just removing all his clothes. He knew this would happen when she told him to sit on the bed, and don't move a muscle. The only thing moving was his throbbing third leg. He's purposely man spreading, he wants her to see how her teasing is affecting him.
"Angel, please." He close his eyes, realizing he is begging. "Shit."
Aurelia laughs softly, grinning ear to ear before finally kicking her jeans off. It's white. Of course, she's wearing fucking white. The lace wasn't hiding anything, completely transparent. When he turns around, he grip the edge of the bed to prevent himself from launching at her.
"I bought this set yesterday," she says, pulling at the material of her panties. "Isn't it pretty, Drew?"
Andrew nods his head. "It'd be prettier on the floor."
She walks up to him, turning around, sitting in the small space between his legs. "Can you unhook the back?"
Andrew knows she is just getting him worked up until he can't take it anymore. If Elijah was here, he would definitely tease him as well, probably fuck her in front of him. He curses to himself as he unhooks the bra, leaning in to kiss her shoulder and neck. His hand moves in front of her, cupping breast, making her sigh softly.
"You are supposed to keep your hands to yourself." She scolds quietly, leaning against him as he kneads her breast.
"I am keeping my hands to myself," he tells her truthfully. "I could have you on my lap, riding my dick right now."
Andrew watches as she presses her thighs together. Making him grin this time, hooking his finger under the strap of her panties. "You know how much I love you being on top."
The silence after he admitted his favorite position, she stands up and turns around to face him. Her bra falling off of her shoulders and onto the floor. She climbed onto him, straddling his lap. "I love being on top. I love seeing that look in your eyes seconds before you lose control."
She presses herself down on him, making his smile disappear. They were damp, and damp means she's definitely turned on. A lot more than he expected her to be. She reaches behind, pulling her panties to the side. Andrew's eyes widened, shock written all over his face.
"Angel wait–" she sinks onto him, making him choke on his words. The further she works her hips down, until he's completely inside.
He wraps his arm around her waist, his veins rising to his neck. It's been a while since he had sex without a condom. Now that he's doing it here, with her, the warm, wet, and soft feeling of her walls wrapping around him is driving him insane.
