“I want you, Andrew,” I murmured against his lips. “I want you inside me, I want to feel you for days.”
I felt him shudder as my words trickled down his spine. He groaned. “Fuck.”
Then he took my hand and led me to my room.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
There was no doubt about who was in charge. Andrew just took over, and I had no qualms in letting him. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, then held my jaw while he kissed me. He decided the angle, he decided the depth, the tempo. Everything.
He ran his hand down my chest to my waistband and popped the fly. He slid my pants over my hips and palmed my dick. He bit back a groan and murmured, “Lie down.”
I did, and he pulled my pants off by the hems at my ankles. Then he pulled off his own shirt, but his pants stayed on. He left me lying on the bed and walked casually around to the bedside table and found the condoms and lube, casting his eyes over me as he threw the foil packet and lube beside me.
I couldn’t help but notice the very prominent bulge in his pants. “You’re very overdressed,” I said, languidly stroking myself.
He smirked as he undid his trousers and kicked them off. He was pale in the darkened room, standing naked and perfect, his cock jutted proudly from his body.
My blood warmed and my balls tightened as I looked at his erection, knowing exactly where it was about to go… my body ached with want.
“Andrew, please.”
He knelt on the bed and edged up between my thighs and sat back on his knees. “I think we’ve left it too long,” he mumbled. “This is going to be over very quickly.”
“I don’t care. I just want you inside me,” I told him. “We have all weekend to get it right, so don’t worry about that.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said you’d be busy all weekend. I don’t plan on leaving this room much at all.”
I fisted my cock and swiped my palm over the head. Andrew pulled my hand away. “I believe your orgasm is my responsibility,” he said with a smile as he gripped me.
I hissed, trying to stave off the pleasure of his touch. Then he leaned down and licked my slit before taking the bottle of lube and popping the lid. He smeared his hand and fingers liberally, and this time when he gripped me, the slickness of his touch brought with it a whole new level of good.
Then his fingers went lower. He cupped my balls and squeezed gently before going lower still. He slicked my perineum with lube and slowly edged a finger around my arsehole.
“Oh, fuck. Andrew.”
He pushed his finger inside me. Just the tip, just enough. Then he pushed a little harder and a little deeper and stroked my cock with his free hand as he fucked me with his finger. When I whined in frustration and pleasure, he added another. Slow at first, but I was soon pushing back onto him, needing more. “Andrew, please. I’m ready.”
Then he took me into his mouth, sucking me as he fucked me with his fingers and when he touched something inside me, I saw stars. Then he did it again, and again, and I was lost to it. I gripped the sheets at my side as my orgasm shot through me.
My world went quiet, the room went dark, and my head spun.
I heard a faint chuckle before the sound of foil tearing, and the lid to the lube pop once more. Then he was back between my thighs, pushing my legs up higher and further apart. He leaned over me, his face just above mine, and with his cockhead pressed against my hole, he pushed into me.
He felt so much bigger. So much bigger. I watched in wonder as his eyes fluttered closed and his nostrils flared, a picture of such beauty as he breached me. But he was stretching me, slowly, torturously slowly, he was filling me with his huge cock, and when I gasped, his eyes flew open.
He stilled. “Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice hitching as he spoke.
“Fuck,” I whined. I inhaled deeply and breathed through the intrusion. “Yes. Keep going. Please.”
So he did. But he watched me now, resting on his elbows, his hands at my face. He pushed forward until he was fully seated inside me.
“This,” he whispered reverently. His eyes never left mine. “Oh my God, this.”
I gasped at the timbre of his voice. Not capable of anything more, I agreed with a nod. “This.”
He moved then, thrusting in and out, slow at first and building, faster and deeper, and his eyes squinted closed, and he slid his arms underneath me, holding me tighter. His fingers dug into my body, and he cried out as he stilled over me, inside me.
I grabbed his face and kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth as he came. His whole body trembled and shook until he groaned into my mouth and collapsed on me. All that was left was his hard breaths and the rapid beat of his heart against my chest. He slowly pulled out of me, only to fall on top of me once more. He buried his face in my neck, nuzzled into my beard, and didn’t move.
I traced patterns on his back until he sighed. “So worth the wait,” he murmured.