Hungry.
Miss me?
You let your hair down, removed your work clothes and turned the tap off. You let out a sight of relief when you lay down in the hot bubbly water. For a while you lay perfectly still, focusing on the feeling of warmth. Then you were slowly drawn back to reality by a flicker in the scented candles, the tapping of rain on the window, the sound of the wind picking up outside, the soft murmur of the music from your ipod dock.
Andy’s plane was landing at 3AM, so you thought that you’d have a bath to calm you down but also to make sure you were perfect when he got back. You were going to make it up to him for starting another fight last night on the phone when you saw yet another picture of a girl getting too close to him. It was a mixture of this jealousy and missing him like crazy whilst he’d been on tour for 6 months that made you go on this diet, and now, though you could feel your spine bruise against the hard tub, the water rest in the valleys between your protruding hips, and a ball of hunger in your stomach, you still didn’t feel as pretty as the girls that were in the pictures with him. You felt fragile and weak and tired, though staying up till 4 am screaming at each other didn’t help. After this bath you’d have a nap and thus have plenty of energy for your reunion tonight. God you’d fucking missed him.
You lathered up your frail arms, and as you were rinsing Andy’s raspy voice seeped into the silent bathroom from the ipod dock. It was his cover of Lips of an Angel that he’d recorded just for you. It was un-edited and Andy has sang a bit to close to the microphone, so you could hear every breath and every drag he took from his cigarette and you got goosebumps before he even hit the first chorus. You shut your eyes and lay your head back. A tear trickled down your cheek, god you’d been such a fucking idiot, why was this angel going out with you? He was perfect and so precious. You couldn’t put into words how much you loved him. He deserved so much better.
As the song ended your eyes flung open as you were startled by the realization that someone was in the bathroom. Your head shot in the direction of the doorway and he was there, arms folded, his eyes fixated on your naked body.
Finally after a silent minute of him observing you, he rolled up his sleeves as he took a step towards you. You were transfixed as he knelt down next to the bath, and his arms reached for your strawberry shampoo, all the while his eyes never leaving yours. He poured water into your hair, and massaged the shampoo in. After he had rinsed it out, he picked up the towel and effortlessly scooped you out. Carrying you to the bedroom, and without a word, he dried you, placed your favourite panties on, and rummaged in his closet for a few minutes. Perplexed he returned to ask you something, when he had an epiphany and a huge grin spread across his face. He walked around to your pillow and pulled out his favourite shirt that was neatly folded away so that you could smell his cologne when you got lonely at night. He pulled it over your head and like a child you raised both your arms to fit into the sleeves.
He then sat behind you and gently brushed your hair, humming softly, as you stared into the flames of the lit fireplace. It was Andy who had found this place 7 months ago, it was small, cosy and practical with a spare room big enough for you both to use as a creative studio for art and music, and when you reached the bedroom and saw that it had it’s own fireplace you fell in love. You’d moved in within a week, but because Andy had to start practicing for the tour the month before he left, you had to unpack and decorate the home yourself. You’d spent hours trawling through thrift shops to find furniture, spray painting frames to hang yours and Andy’s drawings up. You’d wanted to surprise Andy when he came home and show him all his Batman posters framed in the entrance, with a few additions you’d sold some of your jewellery in exchange for. You’d put most of your energy whilst he was away trying to make this the place perfect. And now you were here on his lap, you felt safe and with Andy it was home.
Andy brushed your over your right shoulder, leaving the left side of your neck exposed. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he leant forward and kissed just below your earlobe. A spark ran through your body the second his lips landed on your skin. You became so aware of him, his strong yet slender torso, the smell of his skin, the warmth he was emitting. He smelled delicious and then it hit you. For all these months you were hungry for Andy. You needed him all of him. You wanted his flesh, his pleasure, his taste, all of him now. He kissed again slightly lower and you flung yourself around. The surprise on his face soon turned into a playful grin.
“-Miss me?-“ Before he could finish you push him down onto the bed, straddling him you give him slow delicate kisses down his neck as you tug his shirt off. Later you’ll retrace his tattoos with your fingertips and memorize every inch of his skin, but not now, right now you just want to satisfy the hunger. So you carry on the light kisses, which leave him breathless until he lets out a gasp when you reached his perfect hips. Your fingertips trace the skin just above his waistband and you feel it. He’s ready and god, you’d missed being able to show him how much he means to you. You unzip him and pull his dick out, and you lick and suck till you hear whimpers and moans escape his perfect lips. You’ll make him forget all those sluts and groupies as you swiftly pull your panties off and climb on top. You angle your hips in the position that you know makes you both cum quick and hard and you thrust. His eyes closed as the pleasure started to build.
“Babygirl, Fuck-” he moaned running his hands through your hair. You loved seeing him like this, giving him so much pleasure and it taking over his whole face. You moaned as you started to cum, and Andy’s eyes shot open. He snarled as he grabbed your thighs and made your hips move harder and faster. You moaned out a loud “Daddy” as you came. His hands clawed down your spine as he pulled you down to his torso and he gave a violent thrust and moaned into your ear. You road out your orgasms and lazily climbed off. You curled to his side and he kissed your forehead. “You’re my everything, precious girl.” and suddenly your eyelids are too heavy to stay open as you fall asleep in the tight embrace of Andy’s arms.
Andy’s plane was landing at 3AM, so you thought that you’d have a bath to calm you down but also to make sure you were perfect when he got back. You were going to make it up to him for starting another fight last night on the phone when you saw yet another picture of a girl getting too close to him. It was a mixture of this jealousy and missing him like crazy whilst he’d been on tour for 6 months that made you go on this diet, and now, though you could feel your spine bruise against the hard tub, the water rest in the valleys between your protruding hips, and a ball of hunger in your stomach, you still didn’t feel as pretty as the girls that were in the pictures with him. You felt fragile and weak and tired, though staying up till 4 am screaming at each other didn’t help. After this bath you’d have a nap and thus have plenty of energy for your reunion tonight. God you’d fucking missed him.
You lathered up your frail arms, and as you were rinsing Andy’s raspy voice seeped into the silent bathroom from the ipod dock. It was his cover of Lips of an Angel that he’d recorded just for you. It was un-edited and Andy has sang a bit to close to the microphone, so you could hear every breath and every drag he took from his cigarette and you got goosebumps before he even hit the first chorus. You shut your eyes and lay your head back. A tear trickled down your cheek, god you’d been such a fucking idiot, why was this angel going out with you? He was perfect and so precious. You couldn’t put into words how much you loved him. He deserved so much better.
As the song ended your eyes flung open as you were startled by the realization that someone was in the bathroom. Your head shot in the direction of the doorway and he was there, arms folded, his eyes fixated on your naked body.
Finally after a silent minute of him observing you, he rolled up his sleeves as he took a step towards you. You were transfixed as he knelt down next to the bath, and his arms reached for your strawberry shampoo, all the while his eyes never leaving yours. He poured water into your hair, and massaged the shampoo in. After he had rinsed it out, he picked up the towel and effortlessly scooped you out. Carrying you to the bedroom, and without a word, he dried you, placed your favourite panties on, and rummaged in his closet for a few minutes. Perplexed he returned to ask you something, when he had an epiphany and a huge grin spread across his face. He walked around to your pillow and pulled out his favourite shirt that was neatly folded away so that you could smell his cologne when you got lonely at night. He pulled it over your head and like a child you raised both your arms to fit into the sleeves.
He then sat behind you and gently brushed your hair, humming softly, as you stared into the flames of the lit fireplace. It was Andy who had found this place 7 months ago, it was small, cosy and practical with a spare room big enough for you both to use as a creative studio for art and music, and when you reached the bedroom and saw that it had it’s own fireplace you fell in love. You’d moved in within a week, but because Andy had to start practicing for the tour the month before he left, you had to unpack and decorate the home yourself. You’d spent hours trawling through thrift shops to find furniture, spray painting frames to hang yours and Andy’s drawings up. You’d wanted to surprise Andy when he came home and show him all his Batman posters framed in the entrance, with a few additions you’d sold some of your jewellery in exchange for. You’d put most of your energy whilst he was away trying to make this the place perfect. And now you were here on his lap, you felt safe and with Andy it was home.
Andy brushed your over your right shoulder, leaving the left side of your neck exposed. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he leant forward and kissed just below your earlobe. A spark ran through your body the second his lips landed on your skin. You became so aware of him, his strong yet slender torso, the smell of his skin, the warmth he was emitting. He smelled delicious and then it hit you. For all these months you were hungry for Andy. You needed him all of him. You wanted his flesh, his pleasure, his taste, all of him now. He kissed again slightly lower and you flung yourself around. The surprise on his face soon turned into a playful grin.
“-Miss me?-“ Before he could finish you push him down onto the bed, straddling him you give him slow delicate kisses down his neck as you tug his shirt off. Later you’ll retrace his tattoos with your fingertips and memorize every inch of his skin, but not now, right now you just want to satisfy the hunger. So you carry on the light kisses, which leave him breathless until he lets out a gasp when you reached his perfect hips. Your fingertips trace the skin just above his waistband and you feel it. He’s ready and god, you’d missed being able to show him how much he means to you. You unzip him and pull his dick out, and you lick and suck till you hear whimpers and moans escape his perfect lips. You’ll make him forget all those sluts and groupies as you swiftly pull your panties off and climb on top. You angle your hips in the position that you know makes you both cum quick and hard and you thrust. His eyes closed as the pleasure started to build.
“Babygirl, Fuck-” he moaned running his hands through your hair. You loved seeing him like this, giving him so much pleasure and it taking over his whole face. You moaned as you started to cum, and Andy’s eyes shot open. He snarled as he grabbed your thighs and made your hips move harder and faster. You moaned out a loud “Daddy” as you came. His hands clawed down your spine as he pulled you down to his torso and he gave a violent thrust and moaned into your ear. You road out your orgasms and lazily climbed off. You curled to his side and he kissed your forehead. “You’re my everything, precious girl.” and suddenly your eyelids are too heavy to stay open as you fall asleep in the tight embrace of Andy’s arms.
7/27/13