He grabs my phone, tossing it onto the couch like it offended him, and continues working me out of my pants with impressive speed.
"Okay."
I can text them later.
Andy pushes me toward the guest bedroom with a grin, and in my haste, I trip over my own pants, landing flat on the floor like the uncoordinated dork heknows I am.
And he laughs.
There's so much love in his piercing blue eyes as he crouches over me, his hands framing my face like I'm the most precious thing in the world.
"Get your shit together and come give me my big surprise, you dork," he teases, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He stands, yanks off his shirt, and tosses it directly onto my face before heading to the bed. I hear the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor, followed by his boxers.
I'm still tangled in my own clothes, cursing myself as I struggle free and climb onto the bed to join him.
I go straight for his neck, noticing the faint purple marks I've already left behind, like secret constellations mapping our passion. Does he really need more? Probably not. My teeth graze his skin just below his jawline, earning a soft gasp that vibrates through his entire body. But what's one, or three, more? I suck gently, then bite down just enough to leave another memory of this moment. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if he can't get enough.
I trail down to his collarbone, leaving my mark again, small red blossoms that will fade but never disappear from our shared history, before he reverses our positions with a strength that always surprises me, taking control.
Andy straddles my hips, pinning me to the bed as his lips find my shoulder, the contact sending electric currents through my veins. Every touch from him feels like fire... intense, consuming, and utterly perfect. His weight on me is grounding yet intoxicating.
Then he slides down, his blue eyes locked on mine, and I can tell he's about to make me lose my goddamn mind. The way he looks at me—half-lidded, pupils blown wide with desire—makes my breath catch in my throat. He's not just looking at me; he's seeing me, all of me, and wanting all of it.
I love how Andy makes love to me.
It's never just physical; it's an emotional conversation we have without words, a silent understanding that passes between us in every touch, every kiss, every shared breath. He knows exactly where to touch me, how to move, when to slow down and when to speed up, as if my body is an instrument only he knows how to play. And God, does he play it well.
It isn't just physical, it's everything. He always wants me to feel good, to know how much he cares. Pleasuring me turns him on, and the connection we share in those moments leaves me breathless.
When he takes me into his mouth, his eyes never leave mine. The heat of him envelops me, a velvet fire that steals the air from my lungs. My fingers thread through his soft blonde hair, the strands sliding between them like silk as I praise him, letting him know just how incredible he is.
"Baby..." I murmur, the word ragged as my hips lift from the mattress. His eyes light up at the endearment, the blue darkening to midnight, and the way his lips curl into a faint smile around me sends a wave of heat coursing through me that has nothing to do with his mouth.
He knows what that word does to me, what it does to him. A secret language between us.
His tongue traces patterns against my skin, each movement deliberate and knowing. The scrape of his teeth sends shivers racing down my spine, a perfect edge of danger to the overwhelming pleasure. I watch him, mesmerized by the sight of this man,this beautiful, impossible man,worshipping me with his entire being. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as I arch against him, lost in the sensation.
"God, Andy... your mouth..." The words are broken, barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. He responds with a hum that vibrates through my entirebody, a current that starts at the base of my spine and spreads outward until my toes curl into the sheets.
His tongue works me with a rhythm that's both maddening and perfect, each deliberate movement pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers tighten in his hair, to ground myself, to tether some part of me to reality as the rest of me dissolves into pure sensation.
His eyes flicker up to meet mine, and what I see there undoes me completely. It's not just desire, though there's plenty of that. It's devotion. Worship. As if bringing me pleasure is his religion, and I'm the deity he's devoted himself to.
My breath catches, chest heaving as I fight against the urge to close my eyes. I want to watch him, to memorize every detail of this moment. Theway his blonde lashes cast shadows against his cheekbones, the slight flush spreading across his chest, the focused determination in those blue eyes that seem to see straight into my soul.
"Baby," I gasp, the word torn from me as he does something with his tongue that makes my vision blur at the edges. "That's... fuck..." I can't form coherent sentences, can't string together more than fragments of praise. My hips move of their own accord, seeking more of that perfect friction, that heat that threatens to consume me entirely.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to speak, his voice rough and low. "Not yet."
He doesn'tlet me finish. Instead, Andy slides back up my body, his skin leaving trails of fire against mine.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue finding mine in a dance that's both possessive and tender. For a moment, we just breathe together, our hearts pounding in sync as the anticipation builds between us. I can taste myself on his lips, a reminder of how completely he's claimed me.
Then, with a knowing smile, he shiftsback down my body again. His hand wraps around me, stroking slowly as his mouth descends to my balls. The wet heat of his tongue against sensitive skin sends jolts of electricity through my entire body. He takes one, then the other into his mouth, sucking gently before swirling his tongue in patterns that make my vision blur. His free hand grips my hip, holding me steady as I writhe beneath him.
"God, Andy..." I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair again. "That's... fuck..."
