Page 81 of Some Things Never Change

“Give it back,” I whined desperately.

He laughed as he held my legs open and his face dove back down to my entrance. I moaned loudly when he flattened his tongue against my entrance. After a few strokes of his tongue, his wet mouth went to my clit and my eyes rolled back.

“Oh my God,” I heard myself moaning out loud. My voice was so distant I almost didn’t register it as my own. “Andy!”

My hands dragged through his hair as he continued to kiss and lick his way through me and my nub of satisfaction, pushing me closer and closer to my release. Then his fingers slipped in and started pumping. With each pump in, his fingers lightly curled up to hit my sweet spot. I started to shake, cry, and mewl all at once as I tugged and pulled on his hair and bed sheets.

When I came, he replaced his fingers with his lips. He tongued and lapped lewdly as he loudly groaned into my sex, enjoying every second of tasting me. Meanwhile, I was squirming and barely hanging on under him. He came back up and hovered over me once his wet tongue finished and left me breathless.

“I love you so much,” he said, placing tender kisses on my forehead, across my nose bridge, and cheek.

“I love you, too, Andy,” I said back as I brought my hands up to his broad shoulders. “Now fuck the hell out of me.”

He gave me the biggest, cockiest Cheshire grin as he licked his drenched lips. “Hell, earth, and even heaven with all the stars,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “I’ll fuck it all and this entire universe out of you.”

His lips came crashing down on mine and I eagerly pulled him into a kiss as I continued to shake under him. We kissed each other with wet, sloppy kisses again and again as his hands went behind my knees.

Andy tenderly brushed and stroked the skin there before pinning it to the bed. I let out a yelp into his mouth as he slipped his length back in and going deeper, exploring newly found territories I didn’t even know existed. I clawed his hard shoulders violently as he picked up his pace. He let out low groans into the nape of my neck as he did so. His temple pressed into mine as he began to bury himself deeper into me with each violent crack of his hips.

“Andy, yes,” I heard myself whisper into his ear. Then I let out a weak groan. “Sweetheart, right there.”

With the intensity of each of Andy’s hard, deep thrusts, I was simultaneously becoming undone as the coil in the pit of my core tightened up more and more. My body could only handle so much before I was teetering on the edge of my climax as we both moaned in unison. My legs shook under the weight of him and the way his girthy length filled me up to the brim over and over again.

Andy pulled away from my neck to hover over me and look down at me with his intense, breathtakingly beautiful eyes. Even in the slow growing darkness, I could still make out the beautiful green flecks in his hazel eyes.

“I want to see the way your beautiful face looks when you come on my cock,” he panted. “I want to see the way your face twists and turns and hear your screams when I make you come, Julie.”

With two of Andy’s deep, vigorous, rolling thrusts, I broke. I grabbed onto Andy’s arms for leverage as my body violently convulsed and clenched around him as my pleasure boiled over onto the bedsheets. His deep thrusts became sloppier as his pace became lightning fast.

He was close to his own bliss as well. I was still in my prolonged high as I let out an embarrassing, long chant of cries mixed with his name when his body shook with the peak of his own release right after mine. A deep moan from the back of his throat roared out.

We both slowly came down from the high of our climaxes together. I kissed his brow as he came down to kiss my chin and jaw. We were gasping for air, fanning hot breaths across each other's faces as he pulled away to watch me. He kissed me again on the forehead, lovingly and tenderly, as he cupped my face in one of his hands.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” My words slurred together onto the tip of his thumb.

Andy flushed. “Yeah? Well, that was even better than I could ever imagine.”

“You’ve been fantasizing about me, pretty boy?”

I brought his hand to my face and drew it down to my chest, then across my stomach, letting him write unknown scriptures and poems across my damp skin.

“Hardly anything as great as this.”

Andy gave me a lazy smile before another quick kiss. He pulled out of me and I whined, telling him no. He laughed with the shake of his head. He got up and went to the bathroom, showing me his glorious backside and the red scratches I left all over his upper back.

I looked away, embarrassed, but that all dissipated when he came walking back in his naked glory and a hand towel in hand. With a thin film of sweat all over his light golden skin and his now sweaty dark hair slicked back, I knew I wanted to leave more marks on his beautiful body.

Andy stopped in his tracks to stare at me laying on his bed on my side. I stared back, curiously. He let out a long exhale. “Jesus, Julie. How are you so perfectly beautiful?”

I chuckled. “I’m not.”

He walked up to the bed with a smile. He leaned over and parted my legs and, with the hand towel in hand, he went straight to my heat. He wiped the sticky mess we made away from my inner thighs with the warm, wet towel. I couldn’t help but notice how he smiled triumphantly at the pink bite mark he left behind. He looked back at me, looking like a living and breathing Greek god in his post sex glow.

He eyed me from head to toe. “You’ve always been perfect and beautiful and everything wonderful under the sun.”

“Why don’t you show me how perfect I am again, then?”

Andy’s lips tipped up into a wolfish grin. His eyes twinkled with desire again. “I gladly will. But let’s make some grilled cheese sandwiches first.”

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