Capítulo 16: CHAPTER 16: Touching Bodies

"Want some water?" I ask, standing in front of Andrew. He looks like he might pass out. "Hey, are you okay?" I continue.

He's just staring at me with wild eyes, he's breathing heavily and his chest is moving up and down.

"You did this to me" he says, trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah? What did I do exactly?" I ask him, doing my best not to smile but I couldn't help it.

Andrew looks so sexy and hot that I can't take my eyes off of him.

"You set me on fire" he says, with a low voice. Or should I say a deep sexy voice. It's Andrew's classy classic voice.

"I wish I can say the same to you but I think what you do to me is much more than that" I say, feeling my cheeks blushing. I actually feel like my cheeks are burning, I'm sure they're bright red right now.

He stand up and holds my face in his hands, I feel like a child when he holds me that way. I feel like a little girl who still needs her father's love, his hugs and relaxing words make me feel that way too.

I need him to tell me that he got me, that I'm no longer alone and that it's okay.

That everything will be okay. Perhaps, I am just a little clueless child in need of someone good to tell me that I don't have to worry about anything anymore.

"You make me feel things I didn't realize they're still there in me" I say, gazing at the blue of his eyes. His eyes are like an ocean, you can get lost just by staring at them for too long.

"Good things or bad things?" Andrew asks, whispering close to my lips.

I spot something in his eyes, something from the past, like hurt and pain. I see something pleading to be noticed.

"Good things" I answer, not able to stop looking at him. In this moment, I can see how much we are similar and clearly we both have been through bad shit when we were kids.

And all of the things we suffered made us what we are today. Our childhood made us into young adults.

"You are the only person ever that makes me feel good. The comfort I sense when I'm with you is indescribable" he says, as he hugs me fiercely and I bury my head in his chest, trying to feel warm and safe. Which is very hard to fulfill.

We stand there for a while, not saying anything to each other. We just stay there holding each other and mourning our lost naivety in silence.

There's a strange serenity in it, I wonder if he feels the same as I feel right now.

I look up at him and try to unpuzzle his expression, which seems neutral but I'm sure he's hiding whatever he's really feeling.

Eventually Andrew smiles at me and I attempt to return the smile.

"Let's go to bed. I want to be in bed with my love" he says, with his nasty look.

"I was thinking about that too" I say, trying not to laugh at him. But he laughs anyway so I join him.

He put a brief kiss on my lips and holds my hand so we go straight to the bedroom.

Andrew immediately closes the door behind us.

I sit on the bed; feeling excited as ever and I watch him coming my way, with his attractive posture. He is the predator and I am his prey.

However, I'm not acting like a prey, I feel very comfortable and ready for his attack. But he doesn't attack me, Andrew kneels before me, never breaking the eye-contact and he grabs my left foot with such a delicacy yet his eyes are saying something else. He wants to go hard on me. I can sense it.

Now I'm just enjoying his lips on my foot all the way up to my thigh, I can't stay in sitting position so I lay down on the bed and I put one foot on his shoulder as he moves to my inner thigh just below my pussy which make me sigh in response.

He still doesn't even reach the sensitive spots and I already feel a relief, like my whole body is exhaling pleasure.

Andrew looks up at me; he looks very calm and peaceful just like a baby, except for the hunger in his eyes. He needs to feel himself inside me, and I need that too.

He pulls down my panties with one quick move, not wasting any time as he goes back to his work and now there's not a tissue on his way.

There's just skin and his mouth, only thinking about it make me feel so good and excited for what he can do to me.

He kisses every spot down there very slowly and softly and I'm sighing as I feel the need for more.

"Jess you're so hot...it's killing me" Andrew says, as he looks up at me for a second then he resumes his good job.

I almost beg him to finish me, but I really want to savor every sensation that I can conceive, so I watch him as he studies me like someone who tries to figure out what a mysterious painting means and still don't understand it.

I purse my lips a bit too hard as he finally uses his tongue and licks in a slow motion, I close my eyes as he continues torturing me with his wet tongue.

To be honest, I don't know what is more wet, my vagina or his tongue. Anyway, he really does know his moves.

Out of nowhere I find myself thinking about the number of girls he slept with and if they were more beautiful than me.

I think they were beautiful, considering that I don't see myself as pretty and to be fair it is normal because Andrew is attractive and capital H Handsome. I mean you could be attractive but not beautiful and he is both, without making effort to look hot. It's just what he is.

I moan as he begins to suck on me, not very nicely but still softer than what I want to be. I tighten my hands on the bed sheets to stop from screaming, though I scream anyway as he speeds up his tongue moves. For a second, I get scared he might bite me, but he doesn't do it.

"Andrew...OH MY GOD!!" I say, almost screaming at the end. This time I say it unconsciously and out of desire.

I grab his hair and play with it as he is down on me, I feel the pleasure increasing by the second and I bite on my lower lip or otherwise I'll scream as loud as I can.

I tug harder on his hair as I feel a massive release about to happen inside of me, taking me away from my body. But Andrew stops just when I am about to come and I don't know why.

What did I do wrong this time? I didn't say anything, that's for sure. I keep looking at him in wonder, waiting for him to say something or explain why did he stop.

Until, a mischievous smile appears on his face.

I want to know what he's planning, as he leans towards me getting himself on top of me and not allowing me to say anything.

He closes the gap between us by reuniting our lips together; Andrew takes my hair in his right hand, though he seems careful not to hurt me as he grabs my boobs under my tank top.

I try to adjust my thighs around his body but he gets up and stares at me with a blank expression.

"Take it off" he orders me with a steady voice, pointing to my top. He watches at I take off the only thing left keeping me from being totally exposed and I throw it away.

Andrew takes my hands in his as he laces our fingers together and gets himself inside of me, it feels so amazing that I want to put my hands on his back but he fixes our hands on the sides blocking me from moving.

I meet his heated gaze and see that he looks so determined, while he moves his cock aggressively fast that it hurts, yet it is so intense.

Andrew gets violent again, though this time is better, given that we look at each other as he loses control on himself.

I clenched my pussy around his length as I feel myself reaching an unbearable pleasure, then he slowly stops as he is on the edge too.