No Better Love

six

Skip the first 10 paragraphs of this chapter if you do not like sexual content. Yes, 10. 

Andrew groaned as he slid into me, making me bite my lip. His hair fell into his face. Hooking my leg over his hip, I sighed happily, as he went deeper. He began to move his hips, going at a languid pace, as if we had all the time in the world.

"I thought we had somewhere to be?" I quipped, arching my back, as he leaned down to suck on one of my nipples.

"We do, but I feel like taking my time," Andy mumbled softly, tasking his now free mouth on taking one of my nipples between his teeth. The sharp sensation stirred something within me. I grabbed a fistful of his thick, now disheveled hair. A dark chuckle curled from his throat like smoke from a cigarette. Our mouths collided into a sloppy, passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he took my bottom lip with him.

"I suppose you don't mind then?" his hand inched down my body to play with my clit. My mouth fell open, gasps erupting from my chest. The corners of Andy's mouth turned up into a Cheshire grin, which could only mean one thing...

15 minutes later, he was slamming into me repeatedly, both of his hands on the headboard as it thumped noisily against the wall. His member began to twitch inside of me, sending me closer to the edge. My moans became louder, their pitch higher. Electric currents of pleasure wracked my body, making my legs twitch of their own accord.

"Don't cum yet. I want you to cum with me this time." One of his large hands gently clasped my throat in a vice grip. I panicked only for a split second; Andy would never hurt me, I thought. Slowly, I reached up to grab his wrist, surprised by how easily I let myself enjoy it.

"You like that, sweetie?" He squeezed a bit tighter as his thrusts became sloppier, less rhythmic. I was close, too. Andy smacked my hand away before I could reach my clit.

"I've got it." He growled. That nearly made me come apart just then. He grabbed the vibrator from the nightstand and pressed it to my clit. Every time he would thrust, he'd feel it and moan louder.

"Mmm... so close, honey." So was I. One of his hands held the vibrator, while another held my throat. He continued to thrust, until his breath hitched.

"You can-" before he even finished, we both climaxed. We clung to one another, naked, sweating, and panting.

"That was fucking amazing, baby." He said, in between pants. I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.

"Do you think we can do that one more time? Please?" I asked. He face palmed.

"You little nympho! What am I going to do with you?" His voice was raspy and sultry. I looked up at him.

"I just like that you can make me... you know." He looked down at me from my hiding place, tucked safely away in his side.

"I'm not that great. I mean, at least one lad should've gotten you off." I shook my head, trying to end the conversation.

"Well, I'm glad that I'm the only one who's had that privilege." He leaned down and kissed me. Why is he so sweet? I wondered. He was perfect.

"Let's get dressed. Don't want to be late, you know. Although, we're going to have to do it on separate sides of the room. I don't know how long I'll be able to go without ripping your clothes off." We both laughed. I really adored his laugh. It was genuine; it came deep from his belly and filled up the room.

Later that night, I watched Andy and his band set up at their venue, the Hog's Head. They were a lovely crew; they chatted back and forth with one another, occasionally laughing when one of them told a joke or tripped over a cord. Andrew would occasionally glance at me, making sure I was alright.