My Fallen Angel

"Kenna."
I opened my eyes at his husky tone, my eyes roving to meet his. Andy hesitated a moment, gazing at me as if he was weighing some kind of decision.
"What is it?" I asked, pulling away from his hand. "What's wrong?"
"I ---," he stared at me another moment, and then pressed his hand into my hair, tangling his fingers in it gently. He tugged me forward, and a rush went through me as his lips tentatively grazed mine.
I pressed mine against his eagerly.
His tongue traced my lips, begging for entrance, and I parted them, letting him in.
He groaned, kissing me harshly, his torso abruptly covering mine and forcing me on my back.
I ran my fingers through his hair, the strands like silk, and his hand grazed my hips, wrapping firmly around my thigh and pulling it against his hip as he slipped one knee between mine, bunching my dress around my waist.
I gasped for air as his lips left mine, disappearing to my throat. I felt his teeth graze my skin, and I jerked harshly on his shirt, ripping it over his shoulders where I could touch him.
I wasn't sure at what point I'd fallen asleep, but this alcohol induced dream was great.
I ran my hands over his chest greedily, feeling the firm muscles tremble at my touch.
I'd been wanting to do this for so long!
My fingertips brushed his ribs, and he shivered.
I moaned as his hand grazed my thighs, pushing them farther apart as he settled himself firmly between them.
He bit lightly at my throat, and I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulder.
Oh, how I wanted him!
I growled impatiently as his jeans brushed against me, and I slipped my hands between us, jerking his belt open and tugging them down his hips best I could.
He rolled suddenly, putting me on top.
He reached forward and tugged my dress over my head, leaving me in nothing but underwear.
I was so glad I'd worn the pretty ones.
I leaned down, feathering kisses across his chest, working my way down his abdomen, following that trail of hair to where the hem of his jeans waited.
His hips shifted, allowing me to fight him out of his tight jeans.
He groaned, his hand burying into my hair as he pulled me to him, kissing me desperately, his breath quick.
In one part of my brain, I knew this wasn't a dream, but I wanted him so badly I was willing to keep up the fantasy; it was like all my worries and inhibitions had flown out the window with all the liquid poison I'd consumed Tonight.
I loved him, I wanted to be with him.
"Kenna," he breathed against my lips, rolling me under him. He nuzzled my throat, his hand ghosting slowly and teasingly down my body, his touch like fire across my skin.
I moaned, squirming beneath him, wanting him.
"Andy," I whined, digging my nails into his flesh impatiently.
He grinned against my lips, and his fingers crept between my thighs. He nudged my panties out of the way, and I gasped as he slowly inserted one finger inside of me, my heart racing.
"You're so tight," he grunted, forcing another one in and slowly thrusting them.
Sounds of pleasure wrenched from my throat, and I pulled him closer to me, needing him to be inside me, to appease the throbbing need I had.
"Please," I whimpered, unable to take much more.
His was driving me crazy.
He smirked, his tongue running across my breast In response.
I gave a cry, arching my back as he found my spot of pleasure.
Oh god I wanted him so bad I was in pain.
I heard something rip, and then his fingers were stopping their onslaught. I opened my eyes, my chest heaving.
Andy kissed me again, grabbing my wrists and forcing them above my head.
His hips shifted against mine, and I could feel him, his tip nudging my entrance.
"Don't tease," I growled when he didn't immediately move.
He grinned, and then abruptly slammed into me. I shrieked in surprise, and he didn't give me time to adjust, just thrusted again, each time harder and harder until I was a writhing, hot mess under him, enjoying every stroke, every brief flash of pain that only escalated the pleasure.
He groaned, gasping as I ground my hips desperately against his, needing to cause him as much pleasure as I could.
His lips tore from mine as he leaned back on his knees, angling my hips higher where he could get a deeper thrust, and I gasped, my hands clenching in the sheets as I moaned.
Fire raced across my skin, and Andy groaned, leaning back over me as his thrusts started to become sloppy, out of rhythm.
He kissed me desperately, and I locked my arms around his neck, ensuring our bodys were pressed against each other.
He slipped my hand between us, his thumb stroking me, and I tightened my legs around him, feeling hot flares shoot through my stomach.
He suddenly pulled almost completely out, and then rammed into me, tearing a scream from me as I suddenly lost control, my nails dragging down his back as he came with me.
"Fuck," he gasped, collapsing over me. I panted, all of my muscles trembling from the exertion.
God that had been intense, more then it had ever been before.
And I was so tired.
He nuzzled my throat, breathing just as hard as I was, and pulled his hips from mine, making me grimace at the movement.
"Sorry," he rasped, rolling to his back beside me.
I looked up, seeing the stars still sparkling above us.
"Kenna?"
"Mmm?" I rolled my head sleepily, forcing my eyes open.
Andy hesitated, and I felt his hand caress my face as my eyes fluttered closed again.
"Please don't regret this," he whispered, kissing my cheek.
He pulled me into his warm arms, tugging the sheet over our naked bodies.
Why would I regret something that had to be a dream?

Notes

Well, there's some Kandy action ;)
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