Finding Grace

We barely made it inside.
I drug him with me to the bunks, my lips glued to his as I worked on his belt, jerking it out of his black jeans, kicking my shoes off. Andy lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his hips eagerly.
He pressed me back against the bunks, jerking my clothes over my head, his lips feathering kisses against my collar bone.
God I wanted him so bad.
When I'd seen him standing there, the sun at his back in all his black gear and those big blue eyes --- I would have been fine with a.trash can.
Andy turned suddenly, and I clung to him as he slipped us into my bunk. He slid me down beneath him, his fingers slipping down my stomach slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
I squirmed as he popped the button on my jeans, his hands warm against my skin as he slipped them off my hips. I caught his lips with an impatient growl, and he grinned. "You're ready today," he breathed, his fingers slipping between my thighs. I bit my lip, unable to hold still.
"Andy," I whined, pulling him closer to me, my lips. Catching the skin of his neck, intent on leaving a mark. He hissed slightly as I nipped at him, knowing what it did to him.
I didn't want foreplay, I wanted him.
His fingers suddenly left me, and I started to complain before I felt him, and I gasped in pleasure as he slid into me. My nails dug into his shoulder as he kept a harsh pace, his chest against mine in the small space, my lips devouring his.
This is what I had been missing, and apparently so had he.
I could feel my walls tightening as my climax built, and he moaned, his thrusts starting to lose rhythm.
"Leah," he gasped, "babe, I need too ---."
"Don't you dare," I growled, tightening my grip on him. "It's okay. Birth control, remem--- ah!" I arched my back in pleasure as he hit my spot, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He groaned, his fingers pressing into my hips roughly.
A few minutes later, he leaned his forehead against mine, panting.
"Maybe we should separate more often," he gasped, and I smiled. I let my fingers tangle in his black locks as I gave him a quick kiss, his hips shifting as he pulled them away from mine.
"I gotta go," he murmured. "I'm gonna be late."
"Better hurry then," I murmured, pressing a kiss against one of his tattoos. He growled, pressing me back against the bunk.
"I'm gonna get you back for this," he muttered, hastily grabbing all of his clothes out of the floor and jerking them on.
He gave me another kiss before darting off the bus.
Warped was gonna be fun.

Notes