The Sexpert

He takes the stack of small frames from my outstretched hands and laughs. “Kittens?”

“Yeah, so? I like kittens. I was like, fourteen when I bought these, OK? This is my first apartment! I was living with my father a week and a half ago. And I had to save up for two years to afford to move to the TDH. I didn’t want to dip into my savings to redecorate so I just brought my childhood bedroom with me. Sorry if I’m not up to your level of sophistication.”

He softens a little because that was harsh. Then hands the pictures back. I tuck them away in the closet and close the door.

When I turn to face him again, he’s looking at me weird, his head tilted to the side a little. “What?” I ask.

“Where’s your office?”

“Office,” I huff. “It’s a studio apartment. There’s no office.”

“Where do you keep your computer?”

I point to my tote bag on the floor. “In there.”

“There?” he asks.

“I mean… when I want to use it, I put it on the coffee table. Or prop a pillow on my lap and sit it on top of that.”

“Hmmm,” he says.

“What’s that mean? Hmmm.”

He rubs his hand over his face, absently feeling the delicious shadow of stubble on his jaw. “OK.”

“OK?” I ask.

He shrugs. “It’s not you.”

“I told you it wasn’t me!” I say that too loud. And I’m pointing my finger at him.

He walks across the room towards me. It’s such a small apartment, it only takes him a few steps. He reaches for my pointing finger, wraps it up in his warm hand, and says, “I’m sorry. It’s just… you’re just so…”

“So what?” I ask, moving towards him. Into him. Because he smells good, and he’s so handsome, and I really, really, really like him.

“So fucking Sexperty sexy.”

“I’m really not. I’m just…” I shrug. “I’m just a simple girl, Andrew. That’s all. I like pink, and kittens, and cupcakes.”

“You’re killing me.”

I pout a little, kinda confused. “I don’t get it.”

He leans in and kisses me. He’s warm and his soft lips are like a gentle touch. I get lost in them as I open my mouth and our tongues do that sweet little dance I’ve come to love. And then he whispers, “The fact that you don’t get it makes it so much sexier,” right into my mouth.

And then I stop caring about what he’s talking about. I don’t care about cupcakes or kittens or how I turned a trendy TDH apartment into a pink princess palace, because his fingertips are playing with the string tied at the back of my neck.

I shudder a little as the soft silk tendrils brush against my bare back, and then his hands come around to squeeze my perfect, perky, braless breasts.

He lets out the sexiest breath of air, so soft and filled with desire, I want to die.

“Jesus,” he says, his hands squeezing tightly. He places his mouth on one of them, over the fabric, and bites at the erect nipple that’s been stimulated to attention, making itself known.

I run my fingertips through his hair. And my heart is beating so fast right now, I think he probably hears it.

He lifts his head up but I can’t bring myself to stop playing with his hair, so my arms lift up, stretching my breasts into their fullest, most perky position, the sides of my boobs peeking out from the curve of the dress where it arcs its way down my body, and he just… shakes his head as he gazes down at them.

“You kill me,” he says, walking me backwards, his hands lifting my hem, his fingers tracing the seam of my black stockings and the garters holding them up. He nibbles on my earlobe and whispers softly, “Kill me dead,” as he bites at the flesh and I groan from deep in my throat.

I am also sorta thinking about how wearing stockings and garters was in the Have Your Cake video and I really nailed that tip. But then again… sorta not.

Because who gives a fuck?

I take one more step backwards, kneel down a little, and look up at him.

I know that’s a tip in some video I’ve made as well, but that’s not why I do it.

I just want to look up at him as I unbuckle his belt, pop the button on his pants, slide the zipper down, and take out his cock.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – ANDREW

“Oh, my God.”

“What?” she asks. “Is this OK?”

“Yeah, cupcake. It’s more than OK. I was just thinking… You actually should take up rock climbing. You’ve got the grip strength for it.”

She giggles, and I grab her by the ass, lifting her back up and pulling her to me. I want my mouth on hers. She begins pumping on my shaft as we kiss. I want to take her hard, in exactly the same way you want to tear into some kind of delicious dessert, but I also want to savor every bite of her. I decide quickly that both things are achievable.