As if my weight is nothing to him, Andrew flips my body over with one hand onto my back and slides me up to the center of the bed. He crawls in-between my legs, bumping them apart with his knees so that I’m completely exposed to him. He presses the palms of his hands on the under-part of my thighs, forcing my legs to stay open.
His green orbs flash on me once and then he looks down at me spread open before him. He probes me teasingly, sliding the length of one finger between my lips and then around the edges of my clit. I gasp and shudder, feeling my insides squirm with every touch. He looks up at me again under dangerous hooded eyes and slides his fingers inside so deep. I move my hand down to join his and he lets me touch myself for a moment before refusing me anymore. He fingers me furiously now, touching every possible spot sensitive to touch and I start to writhe gently, my head pressing back into the pillow. And as if he knows I’m going to come soon, he pulls his hand away to keep me from it.
He crawls his way on top of me, kissing and licking and biting my skin from my thighs all the way up to my throat and he holds my arms above my head so that I can’t grasp him. His wolfish eyes study my mouth and then find my eyes and he says, “I’m going to f**k you so hard…God, you have no f**king idea.” His words cut a path of pleasure from my ear all the way down into the throbbing wetness between my legs. He bites my tongue and then kisses me violently and we breathe heavily into each other’s mouths, moaning against each other’s lips.
His right hand moves down without breaking the kiss and he takes his c*ck into his hand and finds me, just barely entering me so that it drives me mad. I thrust my h*ps toward him, trying to force it deeper, kissing him harder and finally getting one hand around the back of his head. I grip his hair in my hand so hard that I feel like I’m pulling it out. He doesn’t care. Neither do I. He enjoys the pain as much as I do.
And then very slowly, so that I can feel every painfully searing sensation shiver through my body, he slides himself inside of me. My neck arches back on the pillow, my lips part open. I gasp and moan and whimper. My eyes are tingling so much that they’re heavy and I can barely pry my lids apart. His c*ck feels like it’s swelling inside of me and my thighs are trembling against his body.
He f**ks me slowly at first, forcing my eyes open to see his. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back and then traces the full length of it with the tip of his tongue.
I crush my mouth against his, pushing against him with my h*ps and forcing him deeper.
My legs are shaking now. I can’t control them. He starts to f**k me harder and I can’t maintain the kiss anymore. My neck arches away from the pillow again, my back starts to lift, pushing my br**sts toward him where he licks my n**ples hungrily. I wrap my arms and legs around his body, digging my fingernails into his back, feeling his sweat bead underneath them. I break the skin. It just makes him f**k me harder.
“Come with me,” he whispers hotly into my ear and kisses me again.
Seconds later, I do. My body trembles and quivers as I feel myself constrict around him. “Don’t pull out,” I whisper while we come together. And he doesn’t. A deep, shuddering moan moves through his chest and I feel the warmth of him releasing inside of me. I tighten my legs around his waist until I can’t anymore and slowly let my legs give way. He doesn’t stop pushing himself inside of me until his body begins to relax.
He lies next to me; his face on my heart, my leg draped over his waist. And we lie like this for a while, curled into one another, letting our breathing steady and our bodies calm. But twenty minutes later, we’re at it again. And before the night is over and we’ve fallen fast asleep in each other’s arms, he’s had me in more ways than I’ve ever been had.
The next morning, as the sun beams in through the curtains, he shows me that he’s not always rough and aggressive by waking me up with sweet kisses. He kisses each of my ribs and massages my back and my thighs before making love to me softly.
I could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.
Andrew squeezes me against him within his arms and kisses my jawline.
“You can’t go anywhere now,” I whisper.
“I never wanted to.”
I turn around to lie facing him, tangling my nak*d legs around his. He touches his forehead to mine.
“But you were going to,” I say softly.
He nods. “Yeah, I was going to because…,” his thoughts trail.
“Why?” I ask. “Because I was too afraid of the obvious?”
I know that must be why. I think. I hope….
Andrew’s gaze strays downward. I lift my hand and brush the length of his eyebrow beneath my fingertip and then the bridge of his nose. I lean forward just a little and kiss his lips softly.
“Andrew? Is that why?”
My heart tells me that it’s not.
His eyes begin to smile and he pulls me closer, wrapping me up tighter in his arms and kissing me hard.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, as though he doesn’t believe I could ever want him in this way, which is utterly absurd to me.
I struggle to find the meaning behind his thought-process, and I come up short.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I say. “Andrew, I meant what I said: I can’t breathe without you. Last night, after you had been gone all day, I sat down on the edge of this bed and was literally breathless. I thought you had already left and I started thinking about how I didn’t even have your phone number and that I would never be able to find you—”
He touches my lips with his finger, calming me. “I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”
I smile longingly and lay my head against his chest. His chin rests upon my head. I listen to his heart beating and the sound of his breath as it comes out through his nose in an even, quiet motion above me. We lay like this for hours, hardly saying a word. I realize this is exactly where I’ve wanted to be since I spoke to him on that bus that day.
I’ve broken every rule…Every. Single. One.
ANDREW
30
THE HEART ALWAYS WINS out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way. The mind may be what’s best, but I don’t give a shit what my mind is telling me anymore. Right now, I just want to live in the moment.
“Get up, baby,” I say, patting Camryn on the ass.
She fell asleep in my arms again after we woke up together earlier this morning. I think maybe I did too at some point, but all I’ve thought about since last night is her and if I was ever asleep at all I’ll never know.
She moans in protest and rolls over to face me, her body tangled in the white sheet, her blonde hair a matted mess, but still sexy as hell.
“Oh come on, baby,” she says and my heart thumps hard a few times hearing her call me that, “let’s sleep all day.”
I throw on my t-shirt and step into my shorts and sit on the bed beside her, grounding one arm on the other side of her body.
I lean over and press my lips against her forehead.
“I want to do everything with you,” I say, smiling so big that I realize how awkward it feels, but I don’t care. “We can go everywhere, do whatever idea falls into our laps.”
I’ve never been this happy before. I didn’t know happiness like this existed.
Camryn smiles so sweetly up at me, her blue eyes glistening still with that just-woke-up innocence. It’s like she’s studying me, trying to figure me out, but enjoying the process.
She reaches out both of her arms.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to carry me around everywhere,” she says.
I reach out and take her arms into my hands and she lifts to sit upright on the bed.
“Well, I have no problem with that,” I laugh. “I will totally f**king carry you around—it’ll get a reaction out of people, but so what—But why do I need to carry you?”
She kisses me on the nose.
“Because I don’t think I can walk.”
Realization teases my smile into a dark grin.
She starts to get up from the bed, letting her legs fall over the side and I see the discomfort in her face.
“Oh shit, baby, I am so sorry.” I really am sorry, but I can’t stop smiling.
Neither can she, really.
“I’m not saying this to stroke that sexual ego of yours,” she says, “but I have never been f**ked like that before.”
I laugh out loud, throwing my head back once.
“The shit that comes out of your mouth!” I say.
“Hey,” she points up at me, “that’s all your fault. You’ve turned me into a foul-mouthed, perverted, nymphomaniac that will apparently be walking funny for a day or two.” She nods her head once to underline these facts.
Carefully, I lift her into my arms, both legs over one arm instead of making her straddle me in her ‘condition’.
“Sorry babe, but you were already kind of foul-mouthed when I met you,” I say, grinning down at her looking up at me with a puffed-out upper-lip. “Perverted? Maybe. But that was already in you, I just helped bring it out. Now nymphomaniac? That would mean you want to do it all the time, even if you’re walking funny for a couple of days.”
Her eyes grow wider and wider. “No, I am definitely out of commission, at least until tomorrow morning.”
I kiss her forehead and carry her into the bathroom.
“Sounds good,” I say, trading jokes for a softer expression. “I wouldn’t let you anyway. Today, Camryn Bennett, you will be pampered. And first on the agenda is a long, hot bath.”
“With bubbles?” she asks with a Bambi-eyed pouty face.
I smile down at her. “Yes, with bubbles.”
I run the bath water while she sits on the counter where I put her, nak*d to boot.
“Bubbles might be a problem, babe,” I say, squeezing what’s left of the shampoo in the trial-sized bottle the hotel provides.
“You know what?” she says, swinging her feet back and forth with her hands propped on the edge of the counter. “I’m out of just about everything—my toothpaste tube is flat and I could use some body wash, or somthin’.” She reaches down and feels her bare legs. “I practically have scales.” She makes a face.
Twisting the inside of my mouth between my teeth I say, “I’ll go to the store.” Letting the tub fill up behind me I turn to her and check out the stuff she has lying on the counter. Then I go back into the room and come back with a tiny hotel pencil and a palm-sized square notepad. “What do you need?”
While she’s thinking about it I write down what she already mentioned.
“Toothpaste, body wash—.” I look up at her, “that’s just liquid soap, right?”
“Well, not really,” she says and I’m trying not to check out her boobs. “It’s not hand soap, it’s—well, you’ll figure it out.”
I jot down: not liquid hand soap
I look back up at her. “OK, what else can you think of?”
