I Didn't Want to Get Married

Andrew adjusted how he was sitting. “Um, beg pardon?”

I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t going to take any guff, here!

I’d been put through the ringer, and I’d had enough! Originally, the anticipated course of events was that I would be soundly rejected, and I’d dealt with discovering that. I’d adapted reasonably well when things had changed and Andrew had turned out to be pretty marvelous after all, even coped with an unexpected marriage proposal. And when an official proposal turned out not to be forthcoming because my idiot parents thought it would be detrimental, I felt I’d dealt with that rather agreeably, for pity’s sake!

But I’d be damned if I was leaving tomorrow morning without getting exactly what I wanted in at least one regard! Not a chance I was going to marry Andrew a completely innocent, virginal woman while he had all the experience. He really thought I’d let him get away with having been with so many other women, but not me? Hogswash!

“Take your clothes off, Biersack! Did you really think I’d let you off the hook for having been with so many women-“ Instantly Andrew panicked, and was on his knees on the floor, with both my hands in his.

“I beg you, I beg you, (Y/N)! I did not engage in congress with any of those women, I’m so sorry! They mean nothing-“ I frowned and smacked his hands away.

“-You mean to say it means nothing to you when a woman pleases you with her hands or mouth?” I raised my eyebrows at him and stood up, putting my hands on my hips.

Andrew put both his hands in his lap and looked chastened.“ No, it’s not that. Just that… There were not that many, but they were very, very insistent in their efforts, (Y/N). I only surrendered after their diligent pursuit. I merely meant that I carry no affection for them in my heart, as I do for you.”

Andrew looked so despondent, and his words were so sweet, my heart fluttered, and I felt as though butterflies were in my stomach. “Andrew, I just don’t want those other women to have had something from you that I have not before my wedding day.”

Andrew stood up, and looked intensely down on me, his eyes seeming darker, concerned. “You are absolutely certain, my firebrand?” Again, my heart trembled at his words, and I was spellbound. He… he had called me a pet name! I nodded, feeling his fingertips brush my cheek. “Then go lock your chamber door. I will close the passageway.”

I turned from locking the heavy door and nearly choked when I found Andrew had already closed the passage, as well as removed his over shirt. His undershirt quickly followed, and I was shocked to see he had tattoos, like a heathen sailor! His face turned red. “Have you changed your mind?”

“Oh no!” It came out before I could stop it; Andrew was lean, wiry and finely sculpted. I had actually started to salivate looking at his torso alone! I wanted to touch him so badly my pulse was thundering and I realized I was panting a bit.

He smiled shyly, looking away as he ran a hand through his hair, and I felt, very abruptly, an intense desire not to wait until we were married to couple. The sensation of wanting Andrew to touch between my thighs was urgent and almost crippling.

Andrew looked over his shoulder. “Come.” He held out his hand, and I took it without thinking. He led me to the bed where I was to sleep, and he sat down.

When I moved to sit next to him, he gently stopped me. “Wait, (Y/N). Turn around.” I didn’t question; I did as he said. I might well have done jumping jacks if he suggested that was the next logical step. I felt him untie and loosen the corset-style backing to my dress, and my heart jack hammered even faster.

Andrew stood for a moment, bending to kiss my neck, making my knees feel weak. “Raise your arms. With your permission?” I just nodded and lifted my arms above my head. Andrew pulled my dress up and off, leaving me in my shift. He set it down carefully in a chair.

Then he surprised me by kneeling in front of me. He took my hands and put them on his shoulders for balance as he unbuckled my shoes and removed them, one at a time. Then he gingerly removed my socks and garters, placing a kiss on each knee and making me giggle.

As Andrew sat to remove his own shoes, I had time to look at his fine, broad shoulders; his long arms as they moved. I could plainly see that he had an erection in presence. I also had time to decide what I wanted to happen next.

Notes

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