Andrew Nielsen Imagine

(4)(inappropriate) UNWIND

WARNING- this is an 15-18+ type of story, if ya know what I mean.. you have been warned 

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"Long day?" Andrew asks, trailing after you to the bedroom to find you already face planted into the made bed.

You hadn't even greeted him when you got in the door- and even now you just huff into the blanket in response. He didn't sound anything but his usual caring self but you were wound so tight you were afraid speaking would result in you snapping at him unintentionally.

He doesn't say anything else but after a minute you feel a dip on the bed beside where your legs are sprawled. Andrew rests a hand on of your calves and the weight of it only helps your body relax into the bed. The relaxation is so desperately needed you whine for it- there's a tiny huffed chuckle, and you can imagine his fond smile but you can't get your head up right this moment.

It's been a rough week and Friday really stomped you into the ground. You don't have to go back for two days, but two days doesn't feel long enough, and the stress doesn't feel like it stayed at the workplace. Andrew's heard plenty about it after your shifts, and he shows just how much he understands your needs by putting a hand on your other calf too.

Large hands press into your muscles, slowly up the backs of your legs. He kneads a wet gasp out of you, thumbs digging in to loosen tight hamstrings and glutes. After far too little of that he stops and knees around on the bed, settling with his knees on either side of your thighs.

"Let me help you unwind, baby," he whispers, hands pushing up under the back of your shirt.

You let him maneuver your top over your head, he ensures you have to do as little of it as possible, even pushing your arms up above your head. He leaves them there as he unhooks your bra and slips it off too, pushing both off the other side of the bed. Andrew's hands take up as much space on your skin as he can while he moves your arms gently to the side.

The trail of warmth his hands leave along your arms, over your shoulders and down the newly bare lines of your back start to coax frustrated muscles to contentment. Before long, his huge hands are working up and down your back, gradually pressing into tighter muscles and getting small sighs and the occasional moan out of you.

Just as you start to melt into the bed, almost being lulled to sleep, Andrew backs off and starts getting up. You go to whine pathetically but he hushes you, hands slipping under your hips to unbutton your pants, tugging them down with ease. He leaves your panties on and seemingly gets off the bed. You hear the open and close of a drawer not far away, then he's back climbing onto the bed.

When his hands return to the small of your back they're even warmer and buttery, within seconds of him massaging the oil into your skin you can smell the lavender and neroli of a massage bar you forgot you even had. You'd gotten it for him and done essentially this, with a few more candles-

You don't reminisce for too long with Andrew's strong hands kneading the oil into your skin with care. He takes his time ensuring every inch he can reach gets the proper attention on his way up your back. You lose track of time as reaches your shoulders and neck, just putty in his hands. He's gentler on the spots that make you wince at first and starts smoothing around the edges until he gets every knot and kink.

When he seems satisfied he moves back down your body, both hands cupping your ass. Andrew rubs down your ass and thighs with much slower, greedier hands this time. His fingers drift up between your thighs just enough to tease, he palms your ass cheeks just enough to spread them and pay no more attention before going back to your thighs- you get too caught up in the floating feeling in your limbs to notice when exactly you start letting out the tiny, shuddering whimpers.

"I've got you," Andrew's voice surrounds you, thumbs pressing right below your cheeks and giving you only a second's notice of his breath along your skin before he's sucking a mark into the round of your ass.

One of his thumbs moves your underwear aside and the other hand presses your thighs open just enough to let him get his mouth right over your pussy. You moan into the bedding, biting down on the fabric when his tongue licks into your arousal, through your folds and flicks over your clit.

Andrew keeps that up, putting no urgency behind his tongue's exploration of your cunt and using his forearms to try to pin you. You don't have much leverage with his body settled over your legs but you do your best to push your ass back into him to get more. You didn't realize how worked up your body was until now that he's pushing around your wetness with just his tongue.

When you're writhing on the bed and nearly pulling the sheets off the corners of the mattress from fisting them in your hands he finally shows mercy. He knows exactly how to get you off the fastest, but with his hands covered in essential oils he doesn't even slip a finger over your clit. He ends up spreading your ass wide for him with both hands and diving in to focus his energetic tongue over your aching clit, nudging his nose over your entrance with every movement of his jaw along with it.

It's not long before you're cumming with a wordless shout into the bedding bunched up under your head, his mouth sucking over your clit to ride you through the trembling orgasm.

"Let me-" you start, knowing with the massage oil all over your skin he shouldn't even rub off on you, but his hands grip you in place.

"No, I can get off later- we can shower off and I'll run a hot bath for us... how does that sound," when you look back at him he's smiling so sweetly, like his lips aren't covered in your cum.

"Perfect, babe," you answer, beaming.

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. hope you enjoyed.. 

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sorry it was a little inappropriate