by Jen Andrews
We returned to kissing each other, our tongues entwined. He pushed the head of his cock against me harder, repeatedly. God, I wanted him inside me. I wrapped my fingers around him again and began stroking as he pushed slightly into me through my soaked panties. I wasn’t sure I could stop at that point. All my will was about to leave me.
I released him, wrapped my arms around him, and lightly raked my fingernails up his back to his shoulders while I ground myself against him. Andy tilted his hips and the head of his cock pressed hard against my clit. I gasped, feeling my body ache for him. He did it again, and again. The last time did me in, and my orgasm took over.
“Ahh, Andy,” I moaned as I wound my fingers once again around him, resting his heavy cock between my palm and my bare belly.
He thrust his hips forward and back, as if he were inside of me, his cock nestled tightly between my hand and my stomach. I was starting to feel a little friction between our bodies, when he abruptly reached down between my legs and inside my panties. He slid two fingers inside of me, briefly sliding them in and out.
When his fingers and hand were slippery from the wetness of my orgasm, he took his cock into his own hand, and began stroking it to coat himself with my slick fluids.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Okay, now that was officially the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
I took over stroking him again, and within minutes, he was moaning my name and collapsing on top of me, his warm wetness covering my belly. I nipped his ear lightly with my teeth, and his body trembled against mine again.
“Jesus, Zoey,” he groaned after a minute. “What are you doing to me?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I whispered.
We laid there in complete silence before Andy rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink, and then him opening and closing the cabinet door.
He came back into the bedroom with a wet, hand towel. I reached out for it, so I could clean myself off. “I’ll do it,” he said as he straddled me, still completely naked. He took the towel and very gently wiped off my stomach. I started to pull the covers back up over me after he finished.
“I’m not done with you,” he said huskily as he threw the towel onto the floor and pulled the blankets completely off me.
Oh my.
Andy said nothing as he sat back on his heels on the floor beside the bed. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them off me. Staring at me hungrily, he ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them.
“I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you look right now, Zoey,” he said, his deep voice laced with desire.
He tossed my panties aside, and then carefully pulled me to the edge of the bed by my ankles. Slowly, he pushed my knees apart as a sexy grin eased over his face. Oh fuck, is this really happening? My eyes would not close. I wanted to watch him while he devoured me.
Kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, he lifted my foot, placing it on his tattooed shoulder. Starting at my ankle, he slowly licked and kissed his way up my leg. Oh, sweet Jesus. He worked his way to the inside of my thigh so slowly I felt I would die from anticipation.
This was one thing I’d never had done to me, and with the way Andy was looking at me, I knew I was going to enjoy every second of it.
One of his hands slid up my body, delicately squeezing my breast and teasing my nipple. With his other hand, he slid his fingers inside me. After another agonizing minute, I finally felt his mouth on me. He kissed and licked my clit at first, and then he slowly removed his fingers and replaced them with his warm, wet tongue. Holy fucking hell.
He moaned softly as he licked, sucked, and teased me, repeatedly flicking his tongue hard over my clit. He then sucked it in between his lips while he moaned louder. The vibration from that, and the slight tickle from his stubble touching other sensitive parts of me, sent me careening over the edge. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, because once it began, he did not let up on me.
When I finally stopped shuddering, he gave one last lick and then ran his tongue back to my clit, which he kissed softly before pulling away from me. My thumping heart and breathing eventually slowed, but I was so spent, I literally could not move.
“Wow,” was all I could say after the most amazing sexual experience of my life, to date.
After one last kiss on the inside of my thigh, he picked me up to lie beside him. Andy turned off the lamp and pulled the covers over us.
“Goodnight, Beautiful,” he whispered.
Even though I was tired and completely sated, I could not fall asleep because my mind kept straying to something he had said.
He said he loved me.
How was I supposed to take it? What if I said it back, and the way I wanted him to mean it, wasn’t the way he meant it? We were joking around right before he said the words, so I truly wasn’t sure. I decided to keep quiet and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, it was morning, and I slept in until nine-thirty. I hadn’t slept so soundly, or so long, in ages. I rolled over and found Andy propped up on his elbow, watching me.
“Good morning,” I whispered sleepily as I snuggled myself into the crook of his neck and chest, draping my arm over his side. Why was he always so warm and comforting?
Slowly, I opened my eyes and moved my hand down his body. He was naked, freshly showered, and absolute perfection. I explored his tattoos with my fingertips, tracing the tribal outlines over his chest. “What does this one represent?”
He didn’t even look down to see which tattoo I was referring to. “If you look closely, it’s the New Zealand islands. The swirling designs around them represent the Pacific Ocean and the Tasman Sea.”
He had New Zealand tattooed right over his heart. It made me sad because I knew he missed his home country.
“I’ve always wanted to get one. How bad does it hurt?” I nestled back in to the crook of his neck and shoulder, and closed my eyes.
“It depends,” he started, “on what you want to get, and where you want it on your body. What kind of tattoo do you want to get?”
I started to drift back to sleep. “Snowflakes,” I murmured.
“Why does that not surprise me?” he replied, laughing quietly.
Sometime later, I awoke to him massaging my bare back. “Wake up, sleepy head. It’s getting late, and you promised to go shopping with me today, remember? Come on. Let’s get you in the shower.”
I rolled out of bed completely naked and pushed my crazy hair away from my face. “Okay, okay. I’m up,” I groaned as I strolled across the hallway to the bathroom with my eyes half-open. He whistled at me as I went into the bathroom. God, he makes me happy, I thought as I grabbed a towel from the towel closet.
I took a nice hot shower by myself. Reaching out to pick up his body soap, I found my body soap was next to his. My shampoo and conditioner were there too. He’d gone over to my place, while I was asleep, and gathered all my shower products for me to use, so I didn’t have to use his or go home.
After I finished in the shower, I entered his bedroom with a towel wrapped around me. On his bed, he had laid out several pieces of clothing from my closet. He brought two of everything: shirts, jeans, bras, panties. Everything. He even brought my blow dryer.
“Are you hungry?” he asked from the doorway.
I turned to face him and he was dressed in old faded jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. He was barefoot and breathtaking, as usual.
A feeling of complete inadequacy washed over me. What was this man doing with me? No doubt, he could have any girl he wanted, but here I was, in his bedroom, with him catering to me. I began feeling a bit overwhelmed again.
“You went and got all this for me?” I asked. He nodded, appearing to be confused as to what the issue was. “Thank you...but why me?” Nobody had ever done anything like that for me. It was such a simple gesture, but it really meant a great deal. Nobody except the James family eve
r put me first. Not even me.
“I think you know why, Zoey,” he said quietly as he stepped closer to me. “Are you going to pretend you didn’t hear what I told you last night?”
No, I heard him, loud and clear. “God, I love you, Zoey.”
“I heard what you said,” I admitted. “I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to interpret it. You said it while you were laughing, and we were playing around. I didn’t know if you said it because you loved what I said before you told me, or if you really meant…” That you love me. Me.
He stood in front of me, but didn’t touch me. “If I told you it was both, would it make sense?”
I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to say. I needed to sit down and collapsed onto the edge of his bed. He dropped to his knees at my feet and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the gorgeous man kneeling in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Zoey. It just came out, because it was what I was feeling at the time. Do you have any idea what you do to me? It’s not easy for me to feel the way I do about you, knowing you’re probably going to push me away.”
He was annoyed, so I reached out and pulled him closer to me. I had previously made a promise to myself that I would never hurt him again, and I intended to keep that promise. I needed to put myself out there, lay it on the line, so to speak.
I pressed my forehead to his and rested my palms along his jawline. “Do you think this is easy for me?” Now I was the one getting upset, but not at him. I was angry for being so scared and stupid and for doubting myself.
“I’ve never had these feelings for anyone. I told you yesterday I was feeling a little stressed. When I get this way, I panic and shut down, but I swear I won’t push you away again. I’m in this with you, don’t you get that?”
My eyes filled with tears. “Do you know how fucking tired I am of being this way? Sometimes I need a minute to get the thoughts right in my head.”
I was pretty much in full meltdown mode at that point and unable to stop it.
“For over half of my life, I was thrown away by people who were supposed to love me and take care of me. Now, here you are, willing to give me everything I’ve ever wanted, and I am scared that somehow I’ll screw up, and then you’ll leave me because of all my emotional bullshit.”
He pulled his head back so we were eye to eye. “Just let me love you, Zoey. You don’t have to say you love me back. I’ll be patient like you asked. I won’t push.”
I wiped off my face with the towel that was still wrapped around me.
There he goes using my love for song lyrics again to make me see things clearly. He even picked the song we danced to on my birthday. The same song that had made him walk away from me. The same song that had made me realize I was falling in love with him.
I knew the feelings I had for him, and the feelings he had for me, had to be love. It flowed through my entire body, into my heart and soul. I guess it could happen so soon, and it definitely felt right. Even though we’d only known each other a very short time, we knew each other in the deepest sense of the word.
“Zoey, please say something.”
I took a deep, trembling breath, and exhaled. I met his gaze. “Don’t forget, you’re the reason I’m here.”
He brought my hand up to his face, kissed my palm, and then rested it on his cheek.
It was time for me to tell him…I needed to give in to what my heart wanted. I was conceding. I was throwing myself out there into oblivion, where I knew he would catch me. I no longer had a choice in the matters of my heart and mind.
He needed to know I loved him back.
“I love you, Andy.”
Once the words were out, I let my mind and emotions go. It felt like something inside me broke. I felt defeated, yet relieved in the fact that I’d actually said the words at all. I really had nowhere to go from there but up.
He held my face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs lightly across my cheeks. Andy didn’t speak. He just stared into my eyes with a look of complete love and happiness on his face.
“I said I love you.”
“I heard you, Beautiful. I’m letting it sink in a minute.” He finally smiled.
“I love you, too…so much,” he whispered after another moment. I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead to his as I took in several deep breaths.
“Andy, we know how we feel about each other, so can we chill out now?” I let go of him as he pulled back to look me in the eyes.
“Chill out, as in relax?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah, love. We can. On one condition, though.”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for what he had to say.
“Will you please tell me as soon as you start feeling like that again? I can’t stand to see you upset or sad.”
“Yes. I promise.” I embraced him tightly and whispered, “Let’s go get you that laptop.”
We finished getting ready and headed out to the electronics store. Andy drove my car, and when he pulled out onto the main road, he headed straight to Dutch Bros. and bought us coffees. He also insisted on getting me one of their delicious orange-cranberry muffin tops to eat, since I had slept through breakfast.
While he was picking out his laptop, I came up with an idea, so I told him I needed to use the bathroom. I found what I wanted, and as quickly as possible, I bought him the same iPod as mine and ran it back out to my car to hide it in the trunk.
When I finally made it back inside the store, he was finished with the salesperson.
“What happened, Beautiful? Did you fall in?” he joked, referring to the toilet.
“Ha, ha. Very funny, smartass. I got sidetracked on the way back to find you.”
We looked through the movies, and he bought several DVDs to watch at my place, since he couldn’t decide which television he wanted to buy. He let me buy him lunch before we went home.
A couple of nights before at dance class, I had made plans with Jess and Sasha to go to dinner and see a movie for that night. It would be the first evening Andy and I had spent apart since we started our relationship.
“Did you find something to do for the night?” I asked Andy after we set up his laptop and linked it to the shop’s Wi-Fi.
“Jeremy asked if I wanted to go to the bar with him and his friends. I might go and have a beer or two with them.”
Great. My single brother, Jeremy, AKA “the Chick Magnet.” He and his friends would be swarmed with girls at the bar all night long. I knew I had no reason to be jealous, especially after our discussion earlier that day.
“Well, have fun, but watch out for Jeremy’s groupies.”
He pulled me close and kissed me. “Don’t worry. I love you, remember?”
How could I forget? I kissed him back. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Enjoy your night out and be careful, please.”
He kissed me goodnight. “You too.”
I headed across the courtyard, making a quick stop at my car to grab the bag containing the iPod I bought for him. I went upstairs to my place and got ready for my date with Jess and Sasha.
We had a great night, ate good food, saw a new chick flick, and afterwards we went out for coffee and dessert. It was like old times, and I was so thankful and happy my two best friends forgave me for pushing them away.
Once I arrived at home, I noticed Andy’s truck was in the parking lot. It was barely after eleven, so it surprised me that he was home so early. All the lights were off at his place, so I went home. I didn’t want to wake him if he was asleep, and we had already agreed to see each other the next morning.
I stepped inside my apartment and found his shoes sitting beside the door. He was at my place, not his. My bedroom light was on, so I strolled down the hallway, excited to see him. Andy was sitting up in my bed, reading a car magazine.
“Hey,” he said as I walked through the doorway. “How was the movie?”
I loved the fact that he was in my bed waiting for me to get home. I stripped down to my panties, plucked his T-shirt out of my top d
rawer, and pulled it over my head.
“We had a lot of fun. The movie was good, and dinner was great too. How’d your night go?” I asked.
He actually groaned, and not in a good way. Uh oh. I would need to fix his bad groan to a good groan later.
“What happened?” I asked.
Andy took a deep breath and let it out. “First, let me say thanks for the warning about Jeremy’s groupies,” he laughed. “We got to the bar and had a few beers…played darts and pool. That girl, Nicole, was there and she would not back off.”
Ugh, I’m not sure if I want to hear any more. I really didn’t like calling people names or anything, but Nicole really was a skank. She never took no for an answer. In fact, if someone told her no, it made her work harder for what she wanted.
In the last few years, she had systematically gone through my brother and all of his friends. Twice.
Jeremy had a lot of friends.
“Andy, did you…?” my question trailed off.
He sat straight up so abruptly it caught me off guard. “Hell no, Zoey! You really don’t think I’d do that, do you?”
I sat up with him, feeling terrible I even asked him, when I knew deep down, he wouldn’t.
“Of course not, but I know how she is. What happened?”
He sat for a minute, not saying anything. I felt like I needed to lighten the mood a bit, so I crawled over to him on the bed and sat on his lap, facing him.
“Sexy, do you want me to go find her and beat her up?” I joked. “Because I totally will, if you want me to.”
He chuckled. “No, Zoey, I think I took care of it.”
I felt a bit of relief. “Did you beat her up?”
“No, smartass, I did not beat her up.”
I loved the easy banter back and forth with him. “So, tell me what happened,” I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
“We’d been at the bar for a while when she and a few of her friends showed up. They joined us, and she started talking to me because she remembered me from the party next door. She was drunk and came right out and actually asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom and fuck her.”