I swear to God, if he’s doing this and has no intention of having sex with me, I might have to strangle him.
As amazing as what he’s doing feels, I want his lips on mine, so I roll over until I’m facing him. His blue eyes are the color of a turbulent sea, and his lids are heavy.
“Andrew, please don’t tease me. If we’re not going to sleep together, say so now so we can stop.”
I see the briefest moment of apprehension in his eyes before he blinks it away. “It’s all I can think about.”
His lips hit mine with an intensity I’ve not yet felt from him. He’s definitely been holding back. We melt into the kiss like molten lava coming together until we’re one.
I moan into his mouth, and he hitches my leg up over his waist. The effect is that the tip of his cock is pressed against my most sensitive part and he grinds into it. A whimper escapes me and his hand dives into my hair, pulling down so that my chin rises and exposes my neck. He runs his tongue over my exposed flesh as we continue to grind against each other.
“We have too many clothes on,” I pant.
I get no argument from him. The next thing I know, Andrew is lifting the hem of my sweater over my head. Next, he makes quick work of my bra. I pull off my leggings, socks, and underwear while he rolls off the bed and gets all his clothes off in record time.
Now we’re both naked and taking each other in. It should be awkward, but it’s not.
While Andrew’s gaze feasts on me, I study the dips and curves of his body. His cock is thick and proud as it points up, the tip only an inch or two from his navel and, I realize, uncircumcised. I’ve never been with a man who wasn’t circumcised and briefly wonder if there’s anything I need to know or do differently.
Since it’s winter in New York, his skin is pale, but he’s fit and muscular. Not overly developed like a gym rat, but lean and strong. The whole of him is hot as hell, but oddly it’s his forearms and the muscles and veins there that my gaze trips on.
He puts a knee on the king-size bed and crawls over to me, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. I can’t help but lick my lips, and he notices because his cock jerks in response.
He must have grabbed a condom out of his wallet or his pants or something because I didn’t notice it before, but I do now when he tosses it to the side of my body.
“I hope you have more where that one came from, seeing as we won’t be going anywhere in this storm.” I glance at the window where the snow is still coming down.
“Do I strike you as a man who doesn’t come prepared?”
I bite my lip and shake my head.
“I plan on feasting on your pussy until you’re begging for my cock, Kenzie.” He pushes a hand in my hair and grips it tightly. “Are you ready to beg?”
I grin. “Let’s see if you can make me.”
His lips are on mine in a flash, and our tongues fight for dominance. Andrew uses the hand in my hair to tilt my head at whatever angle he wants while his other hand trails down my stomach. When he reaches my mound, he grips it possessively, as if saying without words that it belongs to him.
And I wholeheartedly agree. Right now, my center is buzzing from the contact, desperate for more.
He slips a finger past my swollen lips to discover how wet I am. A low sound of approval erupts from his throat when he finds me soaked. I can’t help but jerk my hips up, searching for more contact. He chuckles in a way that sounds both delighted and villainous.
Andrew keeps kissing me, all the while teasing me, his finger dancing around my entrance but not breaching it. I hear a whimper and realize it’s mine, a wordless request for him to push inside me.
But he doesn’t. Instead, to my surprise, he rolls right off me.
I go up on my elbows, blinking rapidly, trying to figure out exactly what the hell happened, and see him tossing all the pillows on the bed to the floor. I’m about to say something when he flops onto his back, head near the headboard, and says to me, “Come here.”
I crawl over to him, and my face must display my confusion because he gestures to take my hand. When I hold it out for him, he drags me beside him.
“Now straddle my face.” There’s zero waver in his voice and I feel my cheeks heat.
I’ve had a guy give me oral sex before—of course I have. But I’ve never sat on someone’s face. Something about it feels a little crude and a lot dirty, and although embarrassment is my first reaction, my core tingles at the thought.
So I do what he says, figuring if he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t demand I do it.
As soon as my knees are on either side of his face, Andrew hooks his arms under and around my upper thighs, dragging me closer to his mouth. His assault is immediate.
At the first swipe of his tongue, I grip the headboard. My fingers dig into the padded fabric as he concentrates his efforts on my clit.