Take Me, Andrew

Lanie

I pierced his gaze with mine. “I want you more than ever.”

Andrew’s lips parted, and his breathing quickened. We continued to stare at each other, lust and admiration filling the air till it seemed as if the room would explode from the force of it all.

“Wait here,” Andrew huskily said.

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

Jumping from the bed, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a condom. I watched him hungrily, my fingertips itching to get a hold of him. Andrew came toward the bed, but before he got the chance to put the condom on, I shimmied over and kissed the tip of his length.

“Lanie,” Andrew murmured.

How did he do that—turn my name into music? I wanted to hear it again and again. Lightly stroking the base of his dick, I swiveled my tongue over the tip. A bit of pre-come leaked out, and I swallowed it down. I wanted to taste everything he had to offer me. Nothing could go to waste.

Opening my mouth wide, I swallowed him down, not stopping until his tip hit the bac