His hands were everywhere then, smoothing over her body and learning every line and curve. His mouth moved away from hers, nibbling a trail of hot, wet kisses down her body, making her pant and whimper with need, until at last he was kneeling in front of her. He swirled his tongue in her navel. Pushed her legs apart. Dipped his head…and licked, slowly, leisurely into her folds.
She jumped and moaned. He slid up a little to tease at her clit, and looked up at her, making her cheeks flame at the sight of those hot eyes, that incredibly talented tongue flicking into the red curls at the juncture of her thighs. “Did you come already and not make a sound?” he asked, pushing his face against her body and stroking deep before sliding away again. “Because you’re so wet.”
Oh, God. She couldn’t take it. The words he was saying, the way he was talking…she felt like she was going to come, just from that. She shook her head, unable to speak.
“No, you’re not wet?” He gave a mischievous laugh. That’s not what she meant, but—
“Ohhhhh,” she sighed, as he pushed one strong finger into her hot, clasping passage.
“You’re so tight, too,” he whispered, licking her clit leisurely, as though she weren’t feeling restless and needy and completely uncertain what to do with her suddenly shaking hands.
He pulled away. She wanted to tell him not to leave, but she was too embarrassed to say the words aloud. Thankfully, he seemed to read her mind, because in the next moment he slid his thumb upward to replace his mouth, rubbing around her clit as he pushed his finger back inside her body.
So good. So, so good. Meredith moaned and arched, fluttering her hands over Andrew’s hair before settling them atop his head, the thick weight of his hair adding to the sensual pleasure of his fingers moving in and out of her. Every nerve hummed with anticipation, the tension starting to coil tighter and tighter with every stroke.
Her climax was so close, but she couldn’t quite reach it, even though she was straining so hard that her muscles were beginning to ache.
“Relax, baby. Relax,” came his voice, floating up toward her even as she gasped for breath.
Oh, she loved to hear him call her that. She sighed at the words, her body opening up a bit as she exhaled, and Andrew chose that moment to put his mouth on her again, pumping his finger harder, deeper, as he sucked and tongued her clit.
“Andrew!” Meredith exploded then, coming with a loud cry and clenching her fingers in his hair as the spasms shook her body, making her buck her hips against his mouth. It was incredible, the feeling of complete release that rocked through her bones and burst through every last inch of her skin, leaving her panting but oh so sated. He waited until she’d come down from her orgasm before he rose, pulled her against him, and kissed her deeply, hot and wet. She could smell herself on the skin of his face. It made her squirm and whimper beneath him, wanting more, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him for it, to ask him to please fuck her now.
But once again, she didn’t have to say a word before Andrew was guiding her back toward the bed, holding her as they both sank back onto the mattress, his body atop hers. He kept kissing her, stoking her need once more, and his hard cock pressed into her thigh, stiff and powerful and hot. She rose against it, trying to signal to him what she wanted.
Luckily, he got the message. He pressed a brief kiss to her nose, and then leaned off the bed to grab his tuxedo trousers, pull out his wallet, and find the condom inside. He sheathed himself so quickly that she barely had a chance to really look at him, to explore the hard muscles along his stomach, the dark hair that curled around the base of his thick, long erection, before he braced himself above her once more and kissed her until her legs spread wide, inviting him in.
His body felt so good against hers. Warm skin against her breasts, the substantial weight of a strong, handsome man against her belly, and lower, his large, stiff cock sliding back and forth between her wet folds. They lay like that for what seemed like hours, until he tore his mouth from hers, panting hard, looking as though he wanted to say something profound, and she strained toward him. But instead of saying anything, he only stared hard at her, eyes burning into hers, before he pulled his hips back, then in a single, powerful motion, thrust deep inside.
***
“Oh, my God!”
Meredith gasped out the words, but not in pleasure. No, her voice was strained, and he could feel her inner muscles clenching, protesting his body’s invasion, and Andrew froze. He had to grit his teeth and lock his arms to fight against the urge to keep sliding in and out of such a hot, wet, incredibly tight—holy fuck. Too tight. Just like her face, her arms. Clamped down and struggling against discomfort.
Fucking hell. She was a virgin.
Or had been, anyway.