“Would it kill you to say make love just once?”
“Depends on if you actually love me or not.”
Silence.
His fingers were now trailing the zipper on the back of my skirt, gently pulling on it as I looked into his eyes.
“I hate you,” I said, making him raise his eyebrow. “If you said all of those things just to get my hopes up, I’ll never forgive you.”
“You still haven’t…” He kissed me gently. “I meant every word I said.” He pulled my zipper down. “And I really need to know whether or not you still love me because…” He stopped talking.
My skirt fell into a puddle on the floor and he tugged my thong away from my waist until it snapped.
“Aubrey, tell me…Tell me right now.”
I gasped as he slipped a finger inside of me, as he groaned at how wet I was.
“Yes…”
“Yes?” He moved his finger in and out. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I—” I paused as he kissed my lips. “Yes, I still love you.”
“Where’s your bedroom?”
I looked to my left and he immediately tugged me down the hall, shutting the door behind us. He didn’t give me a chance to get undressed. His hands were all over me—unbuttoning my shirt, ripping my bra, and caressing my br**sts.
I reached forward and unbuckled his pants, pushing his pants down. Then he tossed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me.
I spread my legs beneath him, lifting my hips up so he could f**k me, but he didn’t. Instead he kissed my neck—whispering how much he missed me, how much he needed me.
“Andrew…” I felt his c**k rubbing against my thigh.
He slowly moved his mouth to my chest—swirling his tongue across my ni**les as he palmed my br**sts. His kisses traveled further and further, all the way down to my thighs.
I shut my eyes as he pressed his tongue against my clit, as he teasingly darted it against me in slow, sensuous circles.
“Ahhhh…” I tried to clamp my legs shut, but he pinned them to the mattress and looked up at me.
“Aubrey…” His voice was low.
“Yes?”
He circled his thumb around my clit, making it swell in pleasure. “Tell me that I own this.”
I shut my eyes as he increased the pressure, rubbing his thumb around and around.
“Tell me that I own your pu**y, Aubrey.”
“Yes…” I writhed underneath his hand. “Yes…”
“Say it.” He prevented me from rolling over. “I need you to say it.”
Tingles traveled up and down my spine and I finally stared back at him. “Yes…You own it.”
He smiled and pressed his head between my legs again, devouring me—making me scream at the top of my lungs, but he didn’t let me cum.
Instead, he flipped me over. “Get down on all fours.”