Ohhhh. This was arousal. This was the whole in the heat of the moment thing people spoke about when explaining why they couldn’t stop to put on a condom. She would never judge those people again. Her thighs were trembling, the tips of her breasts were in painful points that she couldn’t help rubbing on his brick house of a chest. And then, oh then the fingertips of his left hand dragged up her bare thigh, hesitated for a beat, then clutched the cheek of her butt, kneading it as he groaned.
I’m going to die. I can’t survive this.
Her panties were soaked from needing relief. Needing him. She’d never even received relief from a man before, but her body was adamant it couldn’t come from anywhere else. Not even from her. “Andrew,” she moaned, breaking the kiss. “Please do something about this.”
Tenderness shone very briefly in his expression but was quickly eclipsed once more by hunger. “Christ, you taste so fucking good, Jiya,” he rasped, staring at her mouth. “But this has already gone too far.”
Stop? He’s going to stop. No. No no no. “Ask me the question.”
His muscles tensed, but that hard part of his anatomy stretched and thickened between them. “Jiya, sweetheart, that’s not fair.”
“Ask.”
With a wayward muscle popping in his jaw, he leaned in oh-so-slowly and spoke directly against her lips. “Can I do anything for you?”
How many times had he asked her that question and held his breath? The fact that Andrew always seemed so gratified when she gave him something, anything, to do on her behalf had never struck her as significant. That was just Andrew. Although…maybe there was more to it? Call it intuition borne of knowing someone almost their entire life, but Jiya sensed the dynamic that had always lain between them expanding. Changing. And it excited her.
She sank her fingernails into the nape of his neck. “Make me come, Andrew,” she whispered and saw something darkly sexual flare to life inside of her best friend. There was a corresponding click inside of Jiya, unexpected and irreversible. “You like being told what to do.”
Andrew shook his head slowly. “No. I like you telling me what to do.”
“Show me how much you like it.”
“Jiya…” He broke off with a guttural curse. “This can’t go further than tonight. I can’t give you what you want.”
“No. I understand.” Her nails dug deeper into his neck and her anticipation surged. “But you can give me what I want right now.”
Something a little dangerous and a lot hot flickered in his expression. “Goddamn right I can.” His hips started to move, slowly at first. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, squeezed his eyes shut and started to pump his hips upward. It quickly became obvious the hem of her dress was caught between them, blocking the friction, and Jiya freed the material with anxious hands, crying out when her thin panties met the distended fly of his pants.
Their mouths met again in quick, biting, breathless kisses that they couldn’t keep up because the pleasure of rubbing together, there in those secret places, was so intense.
Andrew’s eyes glittered in the darkness, watching her, his reservations about touching her gone, carried away on the night breeze. Both of his hands slipped inside her panties and claimed ownership of her bottom, squeezing, rocking her in time with his thrusts—and there she was, being fucked standing up, through her clothes, her toes curling against the outsides of Andrew’s flexing thighs.
“Don’t stop, Andrew. That feels so perfect.”
“Again.” He licked the swells of her breasts, greedily. “Tell me that again.”
Understanding dawned. “You’re so good at pleasing me.”
He made a choked sound and his jaw went slack, his hips pumping faster. “That’s what I do. That’s all I want to fucking do.”
She threaded her fingers into his hair, twisting the strands until he cursed. The pace quickened even more and Andrew’s low grunts seemed to egg on her orgasm, but she couldn’t seem to reach the peak. Every time she almost got there, a yearning inside her cried out for more, just a little more of an elusive something. “I-I need…I want to take off my—”
“Panties?” He dropped to his knees in the sand, taking Jiya with him and continuing to ride her up and down on the ridge of his shaft. “You want me to take off your slinky little panties, the same way you took off your shirt for me the other night?”
Her head fell back on a keening sound. “Yes. Yes.”
“Do you want to see what you made me do?”
She nodded eagerly.
“Say it,” he rasped, stroking his tongue through the center of her cleavage, all the way to her neck. “Tell me to beat off for you.”
Her sex clenched at the note of plaintiveness in his voice and it was a privilege to know Andrew’s deepest, most private wants. Needs. And it was an intoxicating surprise to discover she’d been built to deliver them. There was no time to be nervous or embarrassed by the way they were speaking to each other. She was too warm and eager and excited. “Unzip your pants and show me what you did.” She angled her mouth and razed his jaw with her teeth, glorying in the way his body jolted and shook. “Show me the dirty thing you did while thinking of me.”