I gasped as he lifted me, carrying me up the stairs to
his bedroom. His thick arms around me felt so right, as he laid me across his huge bed. Every piece of furniture looked dark and severe, but the twinkle in his eyes lightened the atmosphere.
“What makes you think you know how I feel?” I asked, as he hitched my dress up, then pulled it over my head.
His palms held my face still as I tried not to shake. “The way you kiss me. It’s magical, Jenna. If you want to do nothing but kiss all night, that’s fine, but you’re sleeping in my arms.”
That gruff voice might have sounded arrogant if it wasn’t so disturbingly sexy.
Andrew kissed my forehead, then released me to lean back, his gaze raking over my body and my light peach lingerie. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he murmured.
“I’m not–”
His kiss silenced my protests as my fingers began to unbutton his shirt. He unhooked my bra, and by the time I realized he’d tossed it behind him, his lips had already wrapped around my nipple.
Pushing the fabric away, my palms slid across the firm skin of his chest, taking in his warmth. He shrugged the shirt off, moving his lips to the other breast. As his teeth grazed my nipple, I heard myself moan. The way his hands wandered so gently over my skin was heavenly.
He caressed every inch of me, not seeming to care that I was a bit bigger in places. The way he gripped my hips and butt so possessively made me gasp loudly.
I didn’t care that I was about to cross all lines and sleep with a client. All I could think about was feeling him. All of him. Completely.
He stood up for a second to strip off his pants and shorts, then laughed as he saw my expression. Blinking, I couldn’t believe how long and thick his shaft was, but it was also sexier than I would have imagined. Reaching out without thinking, I wrapped my hand around his skin, moving along the surface.
Andrew remained still, allowing me to explore his body, his eyes locked on mine. “That feels so good, baby,” he murmured, running his hands through my hair. “A little too good. I need to taste you first.”
He gently nudged me onto my back, peeling my panties down my legs. He stared at my most intimate skin hungrily, slowly spreading me wider.
“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he said gently. “And delicious, I’ll bet.”
Feeling his breath on my skin as his mouth hovered over my bare pussy made me twitch. Strong hands skimmed up my inner thighs, then his thumbs carefully parted my folds. “Where would you like my tongue, Jenna?”
His eyes met mine as I heard myself whisper softly, “Anywhere you want.”
The soft, wet pressure of his tongue sliding straight through my crease made me moan too loudly, making his eyes widen in delight.
Andrew’s humming groan as he licked delicately around and through every fold made my skin vibrate. Raw heat surged through my veins as the pressure inside was building quickly.
My hands clutched the blanket under me as I tried to keep my hips still. My skin was prickling from every touch, as I realized that it was only a matter of moments before I came on his tongue.
I was so wet that it felt like I was dripping, but he lapped up my juices with a satisfied smirk. Circling my clit slowly, his finger parted my inner lips.
My moaning gasp made his tongue spin faster. As his thick finger slipped inside me, I thought I was losing my mind. Slow, steady thrusts, not too deep, but just enough to hint at what was to come.
The realization that I was truly about to have sex with this huge, delicious man sent me spiraling. My climax spilled through me like a tidal wave of pure lust and heat, shaking me to the core.
“Mmm,” he murmured, licking steadily until I stopped squealing and twitching.
Kissing his way up my body, I felt the heavy pressure of his cock against my mound. My excitement outweighed most of my nervousness, as my heart thumped erratically with anticipation. His kisses around my throat made me wriggle under him, unable to be still.
Andrew reached into his bedside drawer for a condom. He tore it open and slipped it on quickly. “Tell me to stop, Jenna,” he whispered huskily against my ear as he slipped his length slowly through my folds.
I shook my head, spreading my legs wider. “Don’t stop.”
His naughty grin was absolutely adorable, as I felt him begin to press inside. A pang of nerves fluttered through me, wondering whether I should tell him this was my first time, or if he could tell.
He worked his thickness inside me an inch, then paused. “You’re so tight, gorgeous. Are you sure?” I loved how carefully he watched my eyes.
Nodding quickly, I murmured, “Please, just kiss me as you...”