No Better Love

five

I woke up to Andrew aggressively spooning me. God, this man is a serial cuddler, I thought, as I turned over to face him.

"You awake, kitten?" He said, his voice rough with sleep. Gently, he patted down my hair.

"And I thought I had awful bed head. You look like a fuzz ball." He laughed.

"Yeah, I didn't really anticipate that effect when I whacked it off. What's the time?" I asked. Andrew fumbled around for his phone.

"A little after three. Can you stay a bit longer? I just want to take a bath. See you all wet and naked..." I giggled as he dipped into his little daydream. His hair was in his face, sticking out everywhere, like the mane of a deranged lion.

I mustered up a bit of a courage, and brushed it out of his face. He kissed my hands, quickly, as if he couldn't get enough. As he held my hands, keeping them on his chest, I maneuvered myself until I was straddling him.

"Careful, darling. I'm a little sensitive from our little scene." He said, his appendage stiffening as I moved into a more comfortable position. Then, I had a very devious, yet brilliant idea.

I rotated my hips in slow circles, grinding against his rather sensitive cock, causing him to groan. He grabbed my hips in an effort to stop me, and sat up. His face was red, his bottom lip swollen from biting it. I felt as if I'd won some prize, seeing him begin to come unglued beneath me.

"What am I going to do with you, you crazy little girl?" He pulled me to him and rested his head on my chest.

"We could take a bath. Got any bubbles?" I asked. Andy laughed, kissing my breasts.

"Yes, baby girl. I've got bubbles. Let's go take a bath. My parents won't be home for awhile, so we don't have to rush." He said.

He didn't even bother putting on pants or trousers. He just went down the steps in his skin. I however, was not that confident. Quickly, I grabbed one of the shirts off of the floor and pulled it on.

"Lavender, or brown sugar and vanilla?" Andy yelled from the bathroom. I hurried in to find him searching through a little wicker basket. His hair was in his face still. I wandered over to him, and gently pulled it up into a bun.

"Do you have any cherry blossom? It's my favorite." I said. Andy rummaged through the basket.

"No, but there's this bath bomb. Ma gets them all of the time. This one's a Starry Night one." He said. I clapped excitedly, making Andrew laugh.

"I've never had one before! They look so freaking cool!" I squealed.

"My silly little girl. Wanna drop it in?" He handed the thing to me. Andy's hand dwarfed the bath bomb, but it made my hands look miniscule. I leaned over the side of the large tub, and dropped it into the running water.
"Oooh, it's so pretty!" I marveled, in childlike wonder. Blues, purples, and greens swirled together, much like the original painting. I felt strong hands pull off the shirt I was wearing, and gently caress my shoulders.

"Are you going to get in, honeybee?" He asked, his voice low in my ear. I nodded, stepping into the warm, multicolored water. He soon joined me, after he'd gotten some towels and a washcloth.

After the tub was full, Andy turned off the water. Every noise in the house seemed louder, as I was paranoid that his parents would be home any second. Elwood barked outside, making me jump.

"Relax, baby. We've got time." Andrew said, putting his arms around me. His long legs were drawn up around me, my back against his stomach. I took his advice and relaxed, head lolling back, resting on his shoulder. Slyly, he began kissing my neck, sucking gently in the crook. I didn't even give it much thought. Slowly, I ran my fingers up and down his legs, making him shiver.

"I wish I didn't have to go home." I said. Andrew washed my shoulders and kissed my head.

"Then just stay the night. My mother wouldn't exactly approve, but it's not something she's unaccustomed to."

"I can't. My dad would throw a fit. It would end terribly." I said softly. He continued sucking on my neck, occasionally nipping my ear lobe and kissing my jaw. His hands trailed over my breasts, tweaking my nipples. Mewls of appreciation rang out across the room as he drug his nails down my chest and stomach, finding their way to my sex.

"May I?" He asked gently, his calloused fingers tracing my outer folds. I nodded, propping my legs up, so as to give him better access. Suddenly, I remembered the first time I watched him play guitar under the bridge, weeks before we ever spoke. Later, I had went home and pleasured myself, imagining his deft fingers instead.

His fingers slid in and out, causing me to beg for release. The slow, torturous speed he had been fucking me at picked up, as he began to rub my clit. My hips began to roll, almost of their own accord.

"Do you like it better when I touch you? When I fuck you with my fingers? Hmm? Answer me." I had been holding my breath unknowingly, trying not to cum. It felt so good, the way he rubbed me just right. He began to rub harder, faster. The tension in my stomach tightened, and my toes began to curl.

"Andy- I... I.. Oh god!" I stammered, as the pleasure became unbearable. He bit my neck, and growled in my ear.

"Tell me if you like this better, and I'll let you cum." He said to me.

"I like this so much better!" I gasped, almost relunctantly. I liked him inside of me as well, but I enjoyed this infinitely more. Nobody had ever focused on me. It made me feel... cared for.

"Good girl. You can cum now." He began rubbing again, and I came apart; a shuddering, screaming mess. He pulled me to his chest, playing with my hair, kissing various parts of me. My heart was racing, as if I'd ran a marathon. I clung to him as I came down from my high.

"I like the way your body shakes after you orgasm. Like a leaf in the wind." He squeezed me, kissing me gingerly, his tongue languidly exploring my mouth.

My head spun as I struggled to catch my breath. Andy laughed, and brought me back down to earth.

"Do you want me to bring you home, later? Or back to the pub?" I considered the question. I didn't really want to go back to work. However, it was really no contest. There was no way in hell that I would willingly choose to go home. Not with that monster there.

"Would you mind if I got ready here? I'm just going straight to the pub from here." I said to him, head tilted back. He nodded.

"Not at all, dear. Although, you'll have to start soon if you're catching a ride with me. I've got soundcheck, last minute rehearsal." He said, peering down at me.

"So... You don't have time for another round?" His eyes grew wide.

"Jesus, woman! Do you ever quit?" Giggles erupted from my mouth as he jumped out of the tub, and scooped me up, and carried me up to his room.