Page 45 of King of Hearts

“Andy, if you don’t stop I’m going to come already.”

“Good. I have been starving for you my whole life. Now, come on my face.” He pressed a finger inside me, quickly followed by another and took hold of my nipple with his other hand. My hips were moving of their own accord, desperate for the all-consuming feelings building deep in my core. I wanted to look at him, navigate his body with my eyes and appreciate the catalyst for the way my heart raced, but the bubbles still camouflaged my view. I’d never found pleasure without a visual, without the clear view of an attractive man, but this was beyond that. His touch was heat. It was simultaneously light and heavy – weighted everywhere. Just as I wondered how good it was going to feel to have him buried inside me, the familiar explosion ripped through me as I shattered against his tongue.

“Andy!” I screamed, certain the populous of Sydney would have heard my pleasure-soaked plea. He continued to lap at me as I shuddered through the aftermath of the best orgasm of my life.

Grabbing hold of his face, I pulled him away a little, my now too sensitive skin pulsing under his touch. When he looked up at me with a mischievous grin which lit his entire face, I felt my heart pinch.

“Mr. Gloss, that wasthehottest thing I have ever experienced.”

“Come here.” He commanded and his order sent goose bumps coursing over my skin and down my spine. Pushing off the edge of the spa, I lowered myself into the water, while the soft sounds of Lewis Capaldi entwined with the jets of the jacuzzi. We faced each other as the seconds ticked by, both of us lost in our thoughts. A post-climactic pleasure surging within as I searched his face for any insight into where his mind was.

“Back to thetruth– it was meant to be. That’s why I couldn’t be interviewed by anyone else. It was meant to be you.” He swiped his thumb across my lip in a move which felt subconscious. His honesty was jarring and after the moment we just shared I was mindful of that more than anything else. I searched for his non-existent smile or a sarcastic lilt in his eye, but sincerity was all I could see.

Did that mean he felt the indescribable pull too? The unspoken connection we appeared to share.

Too overwhelmed to speak, I met his mouth with my own, kissing him with everything I didn’t know how to articulate. He responded instantly, pulling me back onto his lap and I quivered when I felt him still hard against my tender flesh.

He kissed down my neck in between heavy breaths, “What are you doing to me?” He whispered before sucking my lower lip into his mouth and I wondered the same. This heady insatiable need to have someone surely wasn’t a given. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. The faint taste of beer lingered on his tongue and mixed with the bubbly remnants from my own as we tethered ourselves at the mouth. It was a glorious concoction, and I was suddenly ravenous. I couldn’t recall a time where I spent this long kissing someone, but with Andy, I didn’t think it would ever be enough.

Shifting my body back, I dipped my hand beneath the water and loosely took him in my grasp. His eyes widened hungrily before they drifted shut and he allowed his head to fall back.

His olive skin glistened against the chiaroscuro lighting, and he let out a low groan as I ran my hand down to the base of his hard cock.

Pausing at the tip, I used my thumb to trace a circle before moving back down. He blindly reached for me as I positioned him at my entrance, my hand still rising and falling gently.

“Fuck, give me a sec.” He grumbled and I stubbornly raised my hips, refusing to move too far away. He lifted me easily and placed me on the ledge before I heard the faint rip of foil. When he spun around, he grabbed my hips and yanked me back onto his lap lining himself with my centre. It felt as though he was staring into my soul, a silent question in his eyes, and when I nodded he pulled me down and joined our bodies as one.

“Oh, Christ.” I groaned, leaning into his neck as I adjusted to the full sensation. He stilled, obviously realising I needed a second and I felt his chest rising and falling against my own.

“Sorry, it’s been a while.” I apologised.

“God, you feel like nothing I’ve ever felt.” He bit out, his teeth gritted. Bringing his hands up to frame my face, he kissed me so tenderly that the change of pace threw me. Pulling away, he rested his forehead against mine and I slowly began moving up and down. Anything to maintain both the physical and emotional feeling growing between us.

“I could come already.” He ground out, still through clenched teeth.

“Don’t.” I panted into his mouth and I felt his lips twitch into a smile against my mouth. I basked in the warmth of the water along with the comforting pressure of his body and in that second I was certain I could die a happy woman. His hands held my hips and I moved slowly until any remnants of the initial discomfort were replaced with pure lust.

Reaching for the edge on either side of his head, I took hold and thrust against him at the perfect angle. He let me set the pace, watching me from beneath his hooded gaze.

“Oh my god, you feel soooooo good.” I breathed, overwhelmed by the way having him inside me, while in his spa, was everything I never knew I needed. He feverishly kissed along my jaw before reaching up to take hold of my breasts. He licked at my nipple as I continued to ride him as if my life depended on it.

“These tits are fucking perfection.” He said, gently tugging one of my nipples between his teeth sending a throb to my clit.

“Oh, that’s hot.” I confessed, thrusting my chest closer to his mouth. I continued controlling the tempo as his hands roamed. My whole body was on fire, skin tingling through to my bones as the pleasure intensified with every thrust. When he collared my neck, the dominance was intoxicating and sent me soaring over the precipice. Screaming unintelligibly as I reached my second climax of the night, he finally took control.

Grasping my hips harder, his thrusts became ferocious.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Arna.” His gravelly voice vibrated against my ears, prolonging my climax.

Just as the sensation became too much, his face fell against my chest and my name left his lips in a muffled cry as Andy became lost to his own release.

We were both breathing hard, neither of us moving to untangle ourselves from what could only be described as desperate sex, and I could feel him twitching inside me courtesy of the last of his pleasure.

He raised his head and brought my chin down, pressing three consecutive kisses on my mouth. I ran my hands along the sides of his hair, watching the water droplets fly into the night as I took in his features.

“Next time, I’m going to bend you over that ledge and fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.”

“Has anyone ever told you how romantic you are?” I replied and Andy barked a husky laugh. His post-sex voice reigniting my libido.

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