One Shot

Andy shifted as he woke up. His arms stretched completely straight until they popped at the elbows. The girl beside him had already woken up, but she was still very sleepy and hadn't opened her eyes yet.

After coughing once, Andy mumbled, "Good morning." He rolled onto his side to grab his pack of cigarettes off of the nightstand. He set the box down on the small of her back as he lit one up, and then he returned to his back with an arm beneath his head.

"Mm, good morning, my love," she murmured. Beneath the covers, she shifted her legs, but she stayed curled up to her pillow without opening her eyes.

As Andy took a drag, his eyes swept over her body. Her shoulders were taught hanging onto her pillow, her back fell in a gentle line until her ass, which was somehow the cutest and sexiest thing in the world to him. The early morning sunlight that filtered in from the window shone brightest on her before fading to him.

Andy tried to finish his cigarette, but after just a few moments of looking at her he had to put it out to be closer to her. He put it out on the nightstand, not caring about the wood at all, and leaned in close to her. He dug his nose into her hair, smelling the shampoo from last night's shower. He moved his cigarettes back onto the nightstand also before replacing the now empty spot of her back with his arm. Once again, she shifted to be more against him, but she still remained in the same spot.

"Lizzy," he whispered, cooing her. "Open those eyes for me, baby."

She smiled into the pillow before obliging, the soft green irises foggy in her current emotional state. She pulled her chin up just enough for him to kiss her once before she lowered her head again and shut her eyes.

Instead of pressing further, Andy sat up onto one elbow, leaving his other hand to run along her back. He pushed the black hair that had gathered at the nape of her neck away and leaned in to kiss that spot, and he could smell his shower gel on her skin. He faintly remembered her mentioning she had run out of her own, but he actually loved smelling his on her. She felt more like his this way; she belonged to the man she smelled like.

Andy's hand continued to wander over her. The tips of his fingers traced the line of her back all the way down to her butt, where he rested his hand as he nuzzled into her neck. She giggled at this and finally turned onto her back. The sunlight burned off the fog of her eyes so that they were as clear as glass. Andy ran his hand along her waist as he leaned in and kissed her, his lips already having missed the sensation. He shifted to be a little closer to her as he cupped the hinge of her jaw, and when they pulled away she kissed his palm as she took it into her own.

Like it didn't matter at all, Andy rested his chin just above the curve of her breast, her bare nipple merely inches away. "How did you sleep?" he asked quietly.

She started stroking his hair, earning another little coo from him. "Like the only thing in the entire world that could wake me up is you."

"That great, huh?" he teased, kissing the spot where he laid his chin before sitting up onto his hands. His lips found her nipple after that, kissing around it and gently blowing on it before taking it into his warm mouth. A tiny "mm" left her mouth as she tightened her hold on his hair. Andy couldn't tell if her goosebumps were because of him or the chill of the room.

As he moved to give attention to the other one, she pulled his head up to kiss her lips instead. He gladly obliged, their lips meeting again in a more passionate kiss. It was broken as she swung her leg around his and turned them so he was on his back instead. It was abrupt and surprised him for a moment, but she returned her lips to his and all was mended. One of her legs was curved up so she was on her knee, but their chests remained touching. He let his fingertips run along the natural shape of it, which just lead him back to her ass. He gripped a little firmer this time, and she just bit his lip and pulled enough to get across that she'd done it.

"Lizzy," he murmured, using his other hand to push her hair back from her face.

"Andy," she returned, leaning into his palm.

"You're my woman, right?" he wondered aloud, having never heard her say it.

She covered his hand in hers, taking it and kissing it again. Her lips then placed the lightest of kisses all over his body: his neck, his shoulder, his collar bones, his chest, his sternum. When she got to his stomach she moved back upwards to his chest and laid there for a moment before saying, "Whose else could I be? After all this time, you're the only one I could belong to."

He stroked his fingers through her hair now, detangling the scarce knots here-and-there. "I think I'm in love with you," he admitted. "At first this all felt wrong. It felt like I was never going to forgive myself for doing to her what I did." He wouldn't even speak his former flame's name, not wanting to ruin the sanctity of the morning. "But how could I feel sorrow for a girl I no longer loved? "

Lizzy moved her head so this time her chin lightly rested on his chest. She had to admit to herself there were too many facets of Andy that she loved that meant she couldn't deny she loved him too. From the way his breath smelled after a cigarette to the way his hands wandered her body like it was his own, even the way their fingers fit together when holding hands, she was head-over-heels in love. However, there was a still a nag to hold back, to not show herself completely to him. She'd made that foolish decision one time too many.

"What's wrong, honey?" Andy asked, his voice gravel that could pave the smoothest roads. He could see her hesitation in her eyes. They had clouded over again.

She shut them and rested her cheek on his chest, covering the tattoo he had for his former lover. "I'm not good at opening myself up like you are. You've given me your heart like a book to read, but I can't return the favor."

He comfortingly set his hand on her head. "Why not?"

"Last time I did that, the person reading ripped my pages out. Crumpled them up. Tore the spine off. Rubbed the cover so hard that you can hardly read the author's name." She shut her eyes, thinking about how terrible her ex-girlfriend had been to her. It was already making her eyes prickle with the need to cry.

"Lizzy," he said, and waited for her to look up at him. When she did, he continued, "The condition your heart is in is terrible, but I still want it." He finds one of her empty hands and laces it with his own. "I promise you, I'll cherish it. Straighten it back out. Help you rewrite anything missing."

"You still want it?" Her voice wavers.

"Of course I do. I love you, don't I?"

She shut her eyes to keep the tears at bay before sitting up again to kiss him. Her lips held a fervor he had to meet, but it wasn't hard to. He held her close, wanting his words to ring true in her ears.

"Make love to me then," she said, pulling back. "Don't fuck me. Make love to me. Prove it."

Andy looked at her for a long moment. Sometimes this was hard for him. Making love for him was an ultimate expression of care. In the moment, however, he had no inhibitions. He took her by the back of her head to bring her lips back to his. With his other hand, he took her by the back of her leg and turned them over again so he leaned above her. He cupped her cheek in his hand as he kissed her, his lips begging hers to believe him.

Just as her hand wound its fingers in his hair, he moved his lips. He kissed her cheek and her jaw before nuzzling into her neck, placing light kisses there. When she gave him a little sound of pleasure, he moved his lips down. They found the divot of her throat in between her collar bones, the actual clavicles, and the valley between her breasts before giving them any attention.

He started on the other nipple that he hadn't been given the opportunity to touch yet, blowing on it again. Lizzy loved the sensation of his breath-- the coolness from his mouth and the heat from his nose. Andy glanced at her face before taking the soft pink nub into his mouth. The heat was a different kind, making her shift as her hips started taking notice of what was going to happen. With his free hand, he took the other breast and rubbed his thumb along the underside curve, not going to the nipple for several moments. His tongue made small flickering motions or circles, and when he moved back to the other nipple the coolness of the room hit her full impact. Goosebumps found their way along her skin again, but it didn't deter Andy a bit.

His lips found the valley in between her breasts again, using it as a path down to her diaphragm, then even further to her navel. His hands ran along her sides before he sat up again to kiss her lips. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him close to her. She could feel his sincerity in every movement. Every breath he let out on her skin or gently placed kiss was him proving his words rang true.

It startled Lizzy when she felt his hand gently push her legs apart, but it didn't perturb her, after all he had touched her here more times than she could recall. Her hips angled upwards, a silent prayer begging to be touched.

Andy smiled to himself as her hips reacted to his touch. He firmly put his hand on her right hip and forced it back to the bed, and he could tell how much this frustrated the woman beneath him. However cute he found this, he didn’t stop his actions, and as he leaned into her neck he also moved his hand downwards, now resting over her sex. He could feel Lizzy’s desire coming off in waves and he greedily accepted them.

As Andy’s fingers found Lizzy’s clit, she found herself reacting physically the way she felt emotionally. She wanted her emotion to be able to seep into Andy’s skin and light it the way hers felt, and her body tried to do that. Andy seemed to be able to pick this up; his skin was as hot as hers.

With his lips on her throat and his fingertips rubbing her tender flesh, both of the young adults found themselves unravelling. While Lizzy’s was more physical, Andy’s was emotional. She found herself losing her body while he found himself losing his sanity trying to comprehend how much she meant to him. No woman had made him feel the things he did, and no man had ever gotten close enough to show her that he cared physically. It was exhilarating for the both of them.

Andy’s middle and ring fingers of his left hand straightened out together to rub circles on Lizzy’s clit. She was already so wet and it made Andy yearn to fuck her. He couldn’t wait to slip inside of her and feel how he made her pulse, but he employed some restraint. He wasn’t thinking about how to please himself, he was focusing on her. It wasn’t difficult-- she was rapturing.

Lizzy felt herself rising up to Cloud Nine, or maybe even Heaven itself. She couldn’t even think as she felt Andy all around her, his lips now on her breasts and clavicles. He was warm in a way most people weren’t. It was like he was only this warm for her. She tried to focus on keeping her voice down, after all they were in a hotel room, but she couldn’t help letting out small cries of pleasure.

There was a rustling of sheets as Andy sat up onto his free hand. Lizzy was beyond kissing him now, so he had to move his lips elsewhere. He used his thumb to continue his loop on her as he slid the rest of his body down so that his mouth was level with her snatch. As he placed kisses on her thighs to cool her down a bit, Lizzy’s legs moved restlessly. Andy chuckled to himself as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed down the thin strip of pubic hair she had before flickering his tongue against her clit.

Lizzy’s reaction was immediate. A moan changed the atmosphere of the room and made Andy smile. He glanced up at her as he kissed her labia before sucking on her clit, and while her eyes were closed her facial expressions made it for him. She bit down hard on her lip as her hand gripped onto the sheets. As he continued his torturous laps with his tongue, she grabbed a fistful of his hair. While it pulled slightly, this didn’t deter Andy. To him, every touch from her was pleasurable, even the pulls on his hair, the scratches on his back, and the bites on his neck and shoulders.

The room was thick with love and tension. Lizzy’s muscles ached to be stretched with her orgasm while Andy’s body just ached to be with hers. Andy could hold off as long as necessary, however. He was all too happy to make his lover come like this. While he pulled back to catch his breath, he took Lizzy’s hand off the sheet and intertwined her fingers with his own. When he returned, her hips lifted in a way to express how much more she loved it. He wound his free arm around her leg to try and hold her down. He could tell she was close.

Andy held her still as he nibbled on her clit. He knew she was fond of a little pain. This made her cry out in a way that had Andy panting. He felt how hard he was against the sheets and had to lean away from them to be more comfortable. It was getting more difficult to control himself.

He decided quickly when she would have her orgasm, and it was very soon. He removed his arm from around her leg and moved his hand underneath his mouth. He gently sucked on her clitoris as he slid two fingers inside of her. This had her moaning louder than before. He squeezed her hand and glanced up at her as he started moving his fingers back and forth, and if the way her thighs trembled wasn’t enough to clue him in, the way her eyes crinkled in the corners were. He pushed himself as he felt her hand tighten in his hair. While his fingers picked up speed, he lapped at her like he hadn’t seen water in years and she was an oasis. She was his oasis, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but smile.

Suddenly, a small eruption of noise came from Lizzy’s vocal cords that ended in “Andy!”. He knew that this was merely a reaction, but he could feel himself react to the way she cried his name out. The heat he felt in his waist and thighs was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. He couldn’t help but murmur her name back as he pushed her limits. His tongue could never get tired of the taste of her, however he needed her so badly. He moved his fingers in a way that he knew she’d react well to and sucked on her sensitive little clit. He needed her orgasm as much as she did.

Lizzy’s whole body felt like it was made of the ends of live wires. Every little thing she felt on her body was like an explosion of electricity, like when Andy’s hair brushed against her thigh or the way his thumb gently caressed her knuckle. When he said her name she felt like if she were standing her knees would’ve given in. She gripped onto his hair tighter as she let these feelings overwhelm her in a way they never had before, and suddenly the way his tongue curved around her sex sparked a wire that made her whole body catch fire.

She felt it in her hips first, and they rose from the bed as if trying to actually combust. The skin on her thighs were next, and the electricity raced from there to the tips of her toes and up to her tense shoulders and into her arms. Her body trembled, the orgasm shattering her in a way she had no idea could happen. She felt Andy’s head move up to watch her and he gently rubbed her still with his thumb, ensuring she would have an orgasm for as long as she could.

Even Heaven was too close to Earth to be able to aptly describe where the orgasm had left Lizzy. She felt like she had transcended. While Andy always made her come when he ate her out, this felt so much different. It felt like every emotion she’d ever felt was expressed by his tongue, and while she knew he cared for her she felt like she knew how much now. As her thoughts came back to her, she felt Andy moving again, his lips travelling up her body in a line to her mouth. While the nerve endings in her skin had died down, there was still live wires yet to combust in her lips, and she gladly let them spark when she felt Andy’s mouth on hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him close, because she couldn’t imagine them parting ever.

Andy openly accepted her invitation and parted his lips with her. He could feel how warm her skin was and it was intoxicating. “Andy,” she murmured, and it made the skin on the back of his neck heat up.

“What, baby?” he asked, kissing her throat and shoulder.

He was taken by surprise as she pushed him up. He sat on his knees as he watched her fold her knees behind her and sit up to meet his lips again. She held him close by the back of the neck and his face, and he couldn’t help but grab her waist and just under her jaw. Lizzy felt his arousal on her stomach and it made the muscles in her lower belly clench. However strong this feeling, she wanted to please him the way he had pleased her.

With the hand on the back of his neck, she gently pulled him around so his his back faced the headboard before pushing him to the mattress below. Andy’s eyes widened in surprise, but they shut again when Lizzy leaned down and kissed him again to soothe him. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, and he tried bringing her closer to him. She had different plans however.

Lizzy sat up again, looking down at the horny boy below her. His eyes were so filled with desire that she swore he might get up again, so she moved swiftly to hold his arousal in her hand. When his eyes shut and hid the desire lurking in them, she could hear it instead in his groan. She crawled down to be closer, feeling his hips waver around as her hand moved in a rhythm she knew he loved as much as he hated. Andy pushed his hair out of his face and held it back as his chin lifted a bit, his mouth parting in preparation for what he knew his vocal cords could produce. They both were excited for what was to come.

Lizzy moved her hand in rhythm as she moved her face closer to his arousal. Andy felt her warm breath against him and let out one of his own, leaning into his still bent arm. When he felt her kiss the small trail of hair leading to his dick, he nearly lost his self-control and almost thrust himself upwards to meet her. He held his breath until he felt the heat of the inside of her mouth, making him softly cry out. This made a smile tug at the corners of Lizzy’s lips, but she kept her mouth wrapped tightly around Andy’s cock and pulled him further in.

If the rhythm made with her hand was torturous, the one made by Lizzy’s mouth was agonizing. Andy found himself groaning into his forearm almost immediately. The feeling of the insides of her cheeks as she hollowed them was more than erotic as a thought, let alone an action. The feeling of her body against his own as she accepted him only drove him crazy, knowing every inch of her body like it were his own. He could picture the way her breasts looked delicately hanging from her chest, and how her ass would be angled upwards as if inviting him already. The tattoos all over her body were vivid in memory, and he couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of them as he drove into her. Her body was riveting.

As she pulled her head up to take a short breath, Andy made himself useful and collected her hair into one of his hands to hold it back for her. Lizzy gave him a grateful smile before placing a kiss on the head of his erection and taking it into her mouth again.

Andy cursed aloud, causing Lizzy to smile again. While she didn’t know it, this pleased Andy to no end. The little scrape of her teeth because of her smile was something he’d grown fond of, although he didn’t necessarily wish for it to become routine. He loved that he made her smile without even meaning to. The fact that she was pleased by pleasing him was a feeling he also shared towards her.

Lizzy knew that she couldn’t make Andy come before they actually had sex. He was a man, after all, and could only come once. However, she felt like continuing still. Hearing his moans of pleasure reverberate in the bare room was intoxicating to her. The way his voice managed to fill the space despite the low volume excited her in ways she didn’t even know how to explain. So she kept going, letting her lips and tongue move along him in a rhythm that she couldn’t help but quicken. When she needed a moment to breathe, she would pull away and lick a line along the length, or find a vein that was throbbing. These only made the noises coming from Andy more desperate, and she loved every sound he made.

Andy was panting after only moments. She gave the best head of any girl he’d been with. What her mouth couldn’t swallow her hand would take care of, and she did her best to take most with her mouth. The heat and moisture of her mouth was almost arresting. He could feel his abdomen tightening and his thighs quivering. She had always known when to stop but now it seemed like she didn’t care, or maybe wasn’t paying attention. Quickly, he cried, “Liz.” When she continued, he tried again, “Lizzy. Stop.”

While she pulled away, she immediately wanted to return. She wanted to give him that earth-shattering orgasm he had given to her. However, the slight pull on her hair was enough for her to cease those thoughts. After all, they still had more to come.

With his hands still wound in her hair, he lightly pulled her upwards so he could kiss her. Her lips were dry from friction, but this didn’t wane his need for her. They were both slightly out of breath when they pulled away.

Andy moved his hand from her hair to wind his arm around her waist, and the two lovers rolled back to the other side of the bed so Lizzy had returned to her back. While he held himself above her on his hands, she sat up onto her elbows, unable to find satisfaction in the space between them. With little thought, they both moved so his legs were in between hers. When their lips parted, their eyes found each others with no reservations. He caressed her cheek in his hand as she returned to the pillow, but her arms slid underneath his to hold him closer to her. As she pulled her legs further apart, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, and his arousal brushed against hers. They both shivered.

The thought occurred to Andy how much he loved the woman beneath him. While her cheeks were flushed and her hair spread around her in messy strands, he felt nothing but a deep pounding in his chest and knew it was because of her. “I love you,” he murmured, because he meant nothing more sincerely.

The same pounding in Andy’s chest resonated in Lizzy’s. “I love you too,” she breathed, having never truly meant the words until today. It was the first time she said these words to him, and the small grin pulling his lips upwards was enough to make Lizzy’s heart burst.

With their confessions lingering in the air around them, Andy wasted no more time and pushed himself inside her. Their eyes never left each other's, although her eyebrows furrowed, and once he reached the hilt she let out a small gasp.

He could hardly control himself. The way she felt around him boggled his mind. Until he had met her, he never knew that he could feel so good physically, or emotionally. She was his soulmate, he realized.

Similar thoughts buzzed in her brain. She couldn’t wrap her head around how good he always felt inside her, causing friction that heated her blood to a boil. She had never really been a fan of men before him, nor sex toys to simulate one when she was with women, but his dick had a very different effect on her, although if she said that aloud she feared it might make him a bit cocky (no pun intended). She couldn’t imagine letting anyone else with her like this, and it dawned on her how much he sincerely meant to her for this to have happened. She was in love with him, and could only imagine him as her forever, her soulmate.

Andy pulled out slowly and almost completely to enter again in similar fashion. Their skin both lit up, like sparklers on the fourth of July, as he repeated this again, and again. Lizzy looked down at their bodies, watching his skin meet hers as he withdrew and returned. She felt his breath on her hair, and it only made her skin warmer. She looked up to see him and was met with closed eyelids. She could see his lip trembling and she reached up, rubbing it with her thumb as her other four fingers traced along his jaw near his chin. He opened his eyes at her and kissed her thumb, not stopping his rhythm, and when she didn’t move her hand he took her thumb into his mouth and lightly sucked on it. This, for some reason, aroused Lizzy, and as he thrust she moaned out, the skin on her arms lighting up. In turn, Andy got the idea to move a little faster, pleasing both of them.

Lizzy finally moved her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, which was messy. She loved it this way, not the way he always tried to tame it. She locked their eyes again as she shifted her hips upwards and wrapped her legs around his thighs, trying to drive him deeper than he already was. He groaned as he tried to oblige, because for some reason they both couldn’t get close enough. As he did this, Lizzy’s moans became more frequent and finally her eyes shut as her head tilted back into the pillow. She had been washed over with sensation.

The sight of her completely lost set Andy’s body on fire. He felt engulfed as he moved at a pace that finally seemed to work, and he felt the tension in his shoulders, elbows, and hips as he watched her. The way she looked was almost inconceivable. From the curves in her arms as they lead up to him, to the shape of her cupid’s bow as breath passed it, to the way her breasts bounced back and forth with his thrusts, she was entirely the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the twenty-five years he’d been alive. He couldn’t put it into words. How was he supposed to describe this to her? Maybe he’d never be able to do it adequately, but he’d try every day he lived. Being so caught up with her, he rasped out, “Elizabeth.”

Immediately, her eyes opened and found his, to the point that it almost startled him. She, however, was the one who startled. No one had called her Elizabeth since she had lived with her grandparents, and even then they still called her Lizzy most of the time. Hearing the name roll off of Andy’s tongue was almost like hearing the name of a stranger. But... she liked it. “Say it again,” she murmured.

Andy almost smiled. “Elizabeth.” His hips nearly crashed into hers.

She shut her eyes again, his voice making her feel delirious. “Again.”

He leaned into her throat, taken by just how amazing she sounded when she pleaded for him. “Fuck, Elizabeth.”

She gasped loudly, her sex pulsating around him. The vibrations of his voice travelled into her own body and she could already feel herself drifting away to a cloud or a star. Her arm was still around his, so her hand scratched at his shoulder blade in a way to keep herself tethered down. “Andy,” she whispered.

He knew where she was, so he started dragging his hips as he pulled away, brushing against the higher parts of her core. She shivered beneath him, and he knew she wouldn’t try to fight him like she sometimes did. He pressed his forehead down into the mattress just above her shoulder, his lips along the edge of her clavicle, and one hand gently gripped her right breast. “Baby,” he murmured, moving his lips just below her ear. “When you come call my name.”

She moaned, not yet coming, but still his name reverberated in the room. He shook his head as he pushed harder inside her, his hips nearly out of his control. “No, baby. My name.” He sat up onto his elbow and leaned into her temple, feeling her erratic heartbeat. He moved his hand from her breast to her clit, rubbing small circles as he kept pushing.

In moments, Lizzy had come to the edge of the metaphorical cliff. She gripped tightly onto Andy’s back, her nails embedding in the pale flesh, but this didn’t keep her and instead she soared out and came hard. While her thoughts immediately started to jumble and crash into others, she still managed to cry out, “Andrew!”

While Andy had never been fond of the name on his birth certificate, he’d never had anything against it either. However, when Lizzy called out his name he had never wanted to return to his original name more in his life. She made it sound like Heaven, if there were one, and it made the skin touching her blaze brighter than the rest. He couldn’t help but mumble a curse word in her ear, but this only made Lizzy’s orgasm stronger knowing how she affected Andy. As the muscles deep in her belly started to clench and unclench, Andy moaned softly, the feeling almost indescribable, and he paused his movements to feel it.

Once again, Lizzy found herself lightyears above Earth. She had never felt so disconnected to her body before. When she started to come back she felt her lips first, trying to draw in breath, and then her lungs, her diaphragm, her eyes, and the rest of her body after a few moments. When she felt her eyelids she opened them to look at the man above her. He was still leaning into her temple, his fingertips just above her clit, and his breath was labored like hers. As the feeling in her fingertips returned, she brought them up to caress his face. He moved to look down at her, a small smile on his face, before leaning in to kiss her waiting mouth. She eagerly met his lips and lightly scratched at the nape of his neck, which he had confessed to her as his “pur” spot. He leaned into her touch as he kissed her, and he brought his hand up to hold her face.

And suddenly, like earlier this morning, Andy found himself on his back with Lizzy above him. While he knew the probability of them staying in one position was unlikely, he still wanted to feel closer to her. While riding him was something he often thought about and thoroughly enjoyed, he couldn’t imagine there being a space between them. So before she started, he sat up and continued to kiss her. He gently tried to pull her off of him, and when the look of confusion flooded her facial features he said, “Turn around for me, Lizzy.”

She raised an eyebrow, but did as asked. Her hair flowed down to just above her last rib, and the line in her back couldn’t look sexier to Andy. He gently guided her back as he sat against the headboard, and once she got the idea she managed to straddle his waist and slide onto him, earning a little moan from him. They had only done this once, but his back had been on the mattress and therefore was a little easier for them to figure out. Now, Lizzy struggled to be comfortable until she rested on her knees, and Andy had to sit up almost straight and move her hair onto her left shoulder. However clumsy this was, it didn’t diminish the loving, passionate atmosphere that was thick in the room.

Lizzy quickly found a rhythm again, feeling quite brave in this position. Her goal now was to make Andy come, even if he wasn’t ready, because she needed him to know how much she loved him. She had to express it through this act.

Andy knew this would feel good, however he didn’t know it would feel this fucking great. The change in position had him constantly pushing against the crown of her core, and her moans filling the room could make a man come just by thinking about them. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he dug his nose into her shoulder, and he felt her reach back and grab ahold of his hair again. He leaned into her neck and placed small kisses as he grabbed her breast, massaging it gently. He suppressed his moans into her shoulder still.

The way the two felt together was something neither of them could describe. The friction of his chest against her back was enough to spark all of their live wires again, and how he felt inside her made both of them wish they could do this forever. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, with their height difference creating the perfect distance for either of their mouths to travel to pleasurable locations while they fucked. Both of them knew this too. They had never felt so complete.

Something was starting to itch at Lizzy again though, and she didn’t know if she could continue these actions if she scratched it. “Andy, you’re going to make me come again,” she breathed. “I want you to come.”

“Go ahead and let yourself go,” he murmured in reply. He could only focus on how she felt around him.

This became a challenge for Lizzy, as all she could think about was the way he felt inside her. No, she thought to herself. She tightened her diaphragm as she started grinding against him as she lifted herself and again as she sank herself. She needed him to come. She had to make him.

Andy was no longer fighting his urges and completely let his body take control. As she pushed down onto his lap he began thrusting upwards, their bodies meeting with a soft smack! every time. He could feel this build up in his abdomen and hip again. His blood was boiling as he thrust up to meet her, and the sounds she fed him were divine. He move her right arm around his neck and leaned down to suckle her breast. “Liz,” he groaned.

As their two bodies crashed together, they both felt that heavy feeling in their heart. Lizzy knew she loved him, would always love him, and that nothing could change that. Andy knew this too, and he had no fear or shame in telling anyone and everyone, which he planned to do. He’d scream it from rooftops if he had to. He loved her, just like she loved him.

And surely but almost suddenly, Andy started to come. “Elizabeth,” he moaned, followed by incoherent sounds. His head tilted back and his eyes shut as he thrust upwards and erratically, his pattern frantic and uneven. He held her to him so closely around her waist, but in the back of his mind he knew they had not came at the same time. While he cursed into her shoulder and continued his high, he managed to move his hand down her body and start rubbing circles quickly into her clit, just as rapidly as he had been coming. While Lizzy had planned on finishing by himself, she quickly found her arousal again as he nearly beat the orgasm into her. He bit down onto her shoulder as he moaned, and finally as he finished coming she began. This was a much shorter, sudden orgasm than the last, but to Andy it only mattered that they had finished together,

Silence permeated the air for a few long moments. Even their breathing seemed hushed, although at an inconsistent speed. Once their heartbeats had returned to a normal level, Andy slowly rolled them over so they laid on their sides, being gentle with her. He could tell how exhausted she was, and he wasn’t feeling so spry himself, but he knew she was as happy as he was. He slowly pulled out of her and rested against her, apprehension nowhere in mind. Soft and naked or not, he wasn’t ashamed to be with her, particularly not after what they had just shared.

Lizzy felt like she had seen stars for the first time as she looked at the ones behind her closed eyelids. The man behind her had made her see them, and she would try every day for the rest of her life to try and repay him. She loved him, after all, more than there were stars behind her eyelids. She pulled away long enough to turn around and look at him before leaning back into him, letting his arms envelope her as she curled up to his sturdy chest.

The lovers had no idea what would become of them after this. World War III could’ve erupted and they wouldn’t have known, or cared at the moment. All they knew was how they had found true love in this hotel room, and how there wasn’t a force known to man strong enough to take it away.

Notes

As I said in the summary, if you leave me nice notes and are a pretty cool person I might use your name for the next one. Who knows.

~Niki X,,,,,,x