This time it was even better if that was possible at all.
The feel of his naked skin on mine was more intense, each kiss was more demanding, more passionate. An all consuming fire burned between us, letting my skin prickle everytime his fingertips ran across my body. I felt like – now, that I finally was where I belonged – it was all gone. The worries were gone, the sorrow was gone.
“It’s all going to get better.” he whispered and made it sound like a promise while I sat on him and left a line of kisses along his neck. His hands lay on my hips and his mouth was lightly opened. “I hope so.” I replied. He sat up, crossed his hands on my back and gently ran his lips over my cheek until they almost reached my ear. “I can’t wait for you to come on tour with us.”
I looked at him, a little bit surprised. “You would –“ “I would do anything for you, Victoria.”
His words made me smile. Fascinated I ran my middle finger over his lower lip, light as a feather.
God, his skin was so perfect, so soft, so seductive, so tender. I would never ever get enough of him.
And then, without a reason, tears ran down my face. Even though there was now no reason for being sad anymore. It was all about to change.
I laid my hands on his cheek and leaned my forehead against his.
“Andy, I love you.”
His lips made an overjoyed smile.
“You’re shaking.” He stated whispering.
“Uhm … yeah.”
“Why?”
Undecided I looked around, not wanting him to notice my insecurity. “Because…”
He rolled us over so that it was me again who got pressed into the pillows and tenderly, slowly ran his tongue over the skin from around my navel up to my collarbone. I gasped. “That’s why.”
A self-satisfied smile appeared on his lips that made me lose composure. I felt my whole body craving for more. And after he had pressed his lips on mine again and taken possession of my body I forgot everything around me.

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“I hope he knows what he’s doing.”
“Of course he does. I mean after 8 months they both seem to be ready for it. Don’t tell me you suddenly have a problem with that. You’ve never complained before about the girls he had contact with.”
“Yeah but none of them moved in in his house. “
“So actually it’s HER you’ve got a problem with.”
“You know how I feel about him.”
“Yeah …and we both know that … he won’t hate you if you tell him about your feelings.”
“No he won’t. But I’m afraid of it and although I’m happy that he’s happy … it hurts. It hurts to see them.”
“I understand you but … I believe he really loves her.”
“Yes he does. I saw it in his eyes. But … I love him too.”
“I know. And I know it must be hard for you deal with it but I’m afraid this is the only way for you to get through it.”
“Yeah. For now.”

Notes

Have you got a suspicion for the last part? ;) Maybe you know who's speaking? ;D
Let me know! :)