Page 78 of Some Things Never Change

I smiled and leaned over and gave him a small peck on the lips. “Of course.”

Andy gave me a gentle smile before leaning back in. He kissed every corner of my lips from my upper lip, to lower my lip, to the corners of my mouth, and my cupid’s bow with much vigor. I returned his kisses with the same passion. The world was spinning and the only thing that kept me from falling was the gentle pressure of his full, soft lips against mine.

The lust from yesterday immediately began burning intensely again in the pit of my core. I had never wanted anyone more than him. I was never the type to want to be this intimate on a first date. Like Andy, I usually wanted to take everything slower. But this was with him. He always made me feel safe and comfortable, and I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.

Our hands were roaming all over each other’s upper bodies. Andy’s hands were always close to my breasts, but he would move past them to my hips or up to my shoulders again. I could feel the hesitation in his fingertips. Letting out a small whine, I grabbed one of his hands and brought it up to one of my breasts.

Andy abruptly pulled away from the kiss, breathless. He swallowed thickly at the sight of me pulling up his other hand to my chest. Now both of his hands cupped both of my breasts. He let out a shallow, unsteady breath. With my hands still over his, he gave my breasts a gentle squeeze as his thumbs lightly brushed over my bra, right over my nipples. I let out a mewl, and he leaned back into me.

“Are you sure?” asked Andy hotly on my lips.

“I think I should be asking you that instead.” I smiled. “I have never been more sure, Andy Hughes. I know you wanted to take it slow, but?—”

"Forget about it. I want you, too."

He drew me back to his mouth with the tug of his hand on my neck. We kissed fervently until he trailed wet kisses down to the base of my neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. His other hand on my breast squeezed gently and I let out a moan. With my lips parted, Andy’s mouth was immediately back for another kiss as our tongues danced to a tune I was now addicted to.

The car suddenly felt too small for the two of us, especially with the divider between the driver and passenger’s seat. I could touch and explore all I wanted of Andy’s burning hot upper body, but it wasn’t enough. We needed to get rid of the stupid divider. Now. I wanted more of Andy.

"Get in the backseat,” he whispered. His voice was gruff and demanding.

Goosebumps raised all over my body as I immediately did as he requested. After clumsily clamoring into the back and slamming the car door shut, I eagerly climbed into Andy’s lap. I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he was there even before I was. I lifted the dress I wore up to my waist to straddle him with my bare legs. Our bodies finally pressed against each other, and I could feel his growing arousal through his pants with each passing second.

For a moment, we sat there just staring into each other’s red faces and heavy, lust-ladened eyes as I began to rock against him. Andy’s hands sat hotly on my hips, guiding my every movement meticulously as I felt him expand hotter, larger, and thicker. I licked my lips at the way the light knit top he was wearing hugged his chest seductively. It was short sleeved, and his well-maintained, exposed arms were on full display.

Thank God for the warmer, sunny weather today.

I quickly reached behind me to unhook my strapless bra. I pulled it out and threw it to some random corner of the car as I tugged the front of my dress down to fully expose my top half to him. Andy watched me with fully blown pupils as he took in the sight of me and my naked breasts.

“Beauty is what you are,” he breathed softly.

With an audible gulp, he reached out to cup my face. I crooned into it with a smile. “So are you,” I said. I reached out and touched the outline of his chiseled jaw as softly as I could.

Andy shook his head. “You don’t understand.” His eyes and hand traveled from the fullness of my cheek down to the column of my neck to my clavicles and down to my naked top half.

“You are the beauty poets have written sonnets for millennia. That is what you are.” His hand slipped over one of my breasts and cupped it, squeezing it lightly.

“Andy, I want you.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.”

Andy pulled me into a quick kiss and then he descended toward my breasts with a trail of wet kisses. I mewled, as he took one nipple into his wet mouth while his hand continued to play with the other. I was getting wet with anticipation just as his arousal grew to its fullest size with each rough rock of our hips against one another.

"Take me to your room," I whispered in his ear.

Andy pulled away with a thick swallow. He looked up at me with burning, hungry eyes.“Why don’t you turn around first?”

“Turn around?”

“Yeah, I want your ass in my lap.”

I did as he kindly asked and shifted around on his lap. I rolled my ass back as his hard erection sat right behind my left butt cheek. His breath hitched sharply as he pulled me closer to him. With the expanse of his wide chest behind my back, his lips pressed a soft kiss to my ear.

“How about this? I’m going to make you come on my fingers. Then, we’ll go to my room. Sound good?” His voice was in a low whisper, making my knees weak.

I could barely breathe out my answer. “Yeah.”

I craned my body a little to my left so I could get a good look at his face. His dark, intense eyes didn’t waver from mine as his hands traveled to two different places. One back to my breasts and the other now under my dress. He kissed me softly as both of his hands palmed my breast and my sex in unison. I let out a moan, arching into Andy’s hand as his middle finger grazed along my sensitive entrance.

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