My POV,
I was sitting impatiently on my couch, waiting for the sound of a bus engine outside. Andy was finally coming back after a very long 5 months of touring,i missed him greatly, i sighed,leaning back against the couch and flipped through the TV stations . after a long 20 minutes , i heard the key in the door and jumped off the couch rushing to greet andy, i tackle hugged him and giggled uncontrollably, my legs wrapped around his waist as we hugged each other tightly. "andy! oh my god ,i missed you so much!" he smiled and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. i had been longing for his plump lips for a very long time,and a desire for more formed at the bottom of my stomach . i could tell he could see the lust in my eyes,because he kissed me deeper and pressed me against the wall "fuck,babe ,i missed you every second of the day"his voice was deep,raspy, and full of sexual desire. my hands slowly slid under his leather jacket,which he then tore off quickly,leaving him in a loose ripped white shirt and skinny jeans.his soft hands slid under my shirt as he slowly lifted it off me revealing my black lace bra.he let out a soft sigh as he pressed his body against mine. "lets go to the bedroom" he mumbled,and i nodded slowly. he picked me up bridal style and carried me over to the master bed room. when we arrived ,he set me on my feet ,and i couldn't keep my eyes off his body.he started to walk towards me ,causing me to stumble backwards on to the bed.his hands trailed up and down my thighs,while leaving soft kisses on my collarbone.he sucked on my skin just above my collarbone, which sent shivers down my spine.his kisses slowly descended downwards,reaching my hips,his fingers tugged on my pjs,and he slowly pulled them down my legs and tossed them onto the floor,leaving myself in my matching lace underwear. " i want you so badly kaylee" he whispered harshly as he breathed onto my thigh. "dont wait babe, i want you too."
"but i love to see you suffer." i bit my lip and whined softly,causing a small smirk to form on his face.
