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I use my fingers to spread her open, giving me better access to her clit, flicking my tongue against it, feeling her body jerk in response.
Her breathless moans and the way her hips bucked against my face told me she was close. I redoubled my efforts, licking and sucking her swollen clit with renewed fervor, my tongue swirling around it in a frenzy.
Her juices coated my chin as she writhed beneath me, her nails digging into my scalp, her body taut with mounting pleasure.
Finally, she cums, screaming my name as her body convulses. I continue to lick her, savoring the taste of her orgasm. She's gasping for breath, and I smile up at her.
But I'm not done. My cock throbs, aching with a need to be inside her.
I position myself above her, and she looks up at me, and I enter her slowly. Savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
"Fuck…." I growl.
Andrea moans, and bucks as I fill her up, and I allow myself to get lost in the sensation.
I start to move, thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She meets me thrust for thrust, and I can feel our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
As we fuck, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can hear Andrea moaning my name, and I know that she's close too.
I reach down to rub her clit, and she cums again, screaming my name as her body convulses. I follow soon after.
"Andrea, baby…"
"I know," she cups my face as I fill her with my cum.
This is the first time we've had sex without protection. And I've never been raw inside a woman, but I know this woman will be my wife.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ANDREA
"Oh, my... this is awesome."
"You've never been to the Hamptons before?"
"No, not until now."
Damien's knife froze midair, its edge poised over a juicy strawberry, as he glanced up from his task of chopping vegetables and fruit for breakfast. He looks up curiously to watch me wander around the mansion. I have a cup of hot coffee in my hands and I’m only wearing one of his flannels. I lost my panties at some point during the night and, honestly, I'm not interested in getting them back.
When he told me he wanted me to spend the night with him, I didn't think this is what he meant.
I didn’t think he meant an entire weekend getaway.
Instead of taking me to his apartment, Damien surprised me Thursday night by waiting for me with two sets of packed bags.
He didn't say anything to me, but instead ushered me into the sports car and drove for almost three hours until we arrived at a property in The Hamptons, a place so large that just the driveway alone made me feel lost.
The home is at least four or five stories tall, and is a completely remodeled mansion. It’s been decorated in shades of white and beige, with touches of light wood and dark stone that stand out through the floors and the imposing fireplaces.
The mansion has an open, contemporary style. Damien stated upon arrival that this property once belonged to his parents, but a few years ago he bought it from them to make into his summer home, and after that he had it completely remodeled.
"This is where I come when I need to get away from the world for a while," he had said to me when wearrived.
Now, the sunrise is visible through the glass windows that completely cover one of the back walls of the house. Past that is an infinity pool, and beyond that, there’s a lake that appears to be as vast as the sea which has been painted gold by the rising sun.
"This is completely mind-blowing."
Damien comes over to me calmly, and sets down the cup of coffee he was drinking on one of the wooden tables that decorate the dining room. He settles himself at my back, allowing me to lay my head against his bare chest as he wraps his arms around my waist.
