I Didn't Want to Get Married

Curious, I had propped myself up on my elbows, having intended to watch Andrew complete the whole of whatever strange undertakings he had in mind. I strongly suspected he was about to perform oral sex upon me! That spot in between my thighs, just above my vagina, seemed like a veritable hotbed for hedonism, how had I never known of it?

I observed as Andrew spread open the petals of my ladyflower with his fingers and exhaled sharply at what he saw. “Oh God, you’re so wet!” Andrew gently rubbed my inner petals with his thumbs; I saw his cheeks were growing pink as he stared raptly at my moist womanhood. I’d never paid much heed to the structures of my privates, but I noticed that when Andrew’s touch shifted upwards, the pleasure intensified tenfold.

One of my elbows wobbled and gave out as I submitted to the bliss radiating from Andrew’s touch. This feeling, I wanted it never to stop; I just wanted more. I felt immediately enthralled and obsessed.

But the moment Andrew dipped his head between my thighs and wrapped his lips around that magic spot, all my plans to observe him at work were forgotten. I threw my head back into a pillow and moaned as his strange kiss ran rampant and I felt its effects throughout my whole body. Tension gripped me along with incredible euphoria. I had to resist the urge to grab Andrew by his dark hair, to mash him aggressively into my personals to bolster him onwards, to hold him there forever!

The elation blossoming from my privates told me urgently that, surely, there was no better time than the present for Andrew and I to fornicate, to rut like beasts? "Andrew! I want you! Take my virginity!"

I felt his fingers move to take over as he rose to speak. I craned my head to look up at him, and I had never seen a more devastatingly handsome sight! His lips were a bit puffy from his constant kissing between my legs, and shiny with my desire. His long, dark hair was a mess!

He smiled at me as his fingers worked their magic. I started to pant raggedly, need and lust like I had never felt compelling me under his spell. "You like this?" I grabbed at one of his arms, letting out a small moan. "I told you, we have to wait. Though you are so tempting, you have no idea. You have perfect breasts. See?"

Andrew took my hand and held it with his, cupping my left breast. “Feel how ripe and exquisite you are!” Then he squeezed, making me clutch my own bosom! Matched with his filthy talk and caresses of that magic spot, the urge to couple became overpowering.

I yanked my hand free from Andrew’s and grabbed his shoulder. "Andrew! Help!"

In response, Andrew just smirked and returned to administering cunnilingus. At first I wasn't sure how that would help, but soon my doubts vanished. I could feel nothing but Andrew’s lips, his tongue, and his sure hands as they massaged my chest. I felt as though I were on a sled, at the top of a steep hill, the steepest in the world! Despite myself I buried my fingers in Andrew’s dark hair as I held on, feeling as though my connection to reality remained only by Andrew’s grace.

And then: everything else was eradicated in a single moment. Nothing but mind-boggling ecstasy remained, pulsing through my entire body, stemming from Andrew's most intimate, primal kiss. I cried out, muscles clenching, uncoordinated, as I lost my vision for an instant. The euphoric waves gradually grew less frequent, and I felt profoundly satiated, though also weak and vulnerable.

I felt Andrew moving to lie beside me, and was grateful when he gathered me to him. I curled against his lean body, at a loss for words. He bent down and kissed me lightly, and I was overcome by echoes of what had just happened, making me moan softly into Andrew’s mouth.

Andrew chuckled. “Was that your first orgasm?” I felt myself blush, ashamed, as I nodded. “You can pleasure yourself with your own hands, you know, just as I did-“

I shook my head. “-Are you mad? It wouldn’t be nearly the same!”

Andrew grinned widely. “I just meant, until we are reunited. Shall I show you how the deed is achieved again?”

Andrew slid his hand between my thighs, but I batted it away, while I could still think clearly enough. “No! I want you, I want to feel you inside of me, Andrew! Have not other women-“

Andrew frowned. “-(Y/N), please! I told you, I’ve never had intercourse with a woman. If you mean, well, um, if… er-“

Poor man! Too proper to say, ‘fingers in twats.’ “-I envy the women who have felt your fingers in their-“

Andrew looked scandalized. “-But (Y/N)! Those few women were not virgins, that I cared for, and you are! I don’t want tonight to be tainted by pain. I just wanted to please you, to satisfy you. You can take your maidenhead when you return to your home. You can even practice with your fingers, or other things, if you prefer. Hopefully, then, our wedding night won’t be so terrifying.”

"Andrew..." I looked at him, and I felt a heat in between my legs begin to throb, mild but insistent. "I want you to do it, before I go."

Notes

What do you think? Will Andrew cave?