Andrew lay Jill down on her bed, her golden hair fanning out on the pillow beneath her head – like the rays of sun that shone through the leaves in her photograph.
He marveled at how beautiful she was. From her bright hazel eyes that just grabbed him and held on, to the way her breasts pushed perfectly at the fabric of her shirt as if calling to him.
There wasn’t a spot on Jill’s body that didn’t live up to all of Andrew’s teenage fantasies, and then some. All he could think in that moment was that he needed to make this experience perfect for her.
He joined her on the bed, pressing his body over hers. He burned a trail of kisses from the soft spot behind Jill’s ear, down her neck, and over the gentle outline of her collarbone. Each kiss sent heat burning right back through his body.
In an instant, Andrew was hard and coiled and barely hanging onto control. He slowly unbuttoned the pearl buttons on her sheer white blouse – the blouse that had been driving him to the brink of insanity the entire night. He slid the light fabric off her perfect, creamy white shoulders.
“God, you’re beautiful, Jill.” He wasn’t surprised to hear his voice was reverent, reflecting his awe. He couldn’t honestly say he had ever seen anyone so stunning, so breathtaking as Jill, as she lay before him.
He lowered his head to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth through the lace of her bra. He sucked and nipped, feeling her body peak under his tongue. And when Jill gasped and pushed her breasts toward him, as if asking for more, he was only too happy to oblige.
He slipped her arms out of her blouse and then turned his attention to her other breast. He used one hand to unfasten her bra and strip it away.
Jill moaned and writhed beneath him with each new spot he found. He always made sure his bed partners were satisfied. He found a certain amount of pride in hearing a woman cry out his name before he allowed himself satisfaction, but pleasuring Jill brought him to whole new heights of arousal himself.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
Andrew had to force himself to move slowly, take his time, while he worshipped every inch of her gorgeous body. He ran his hands over the smooth, soft skin of Jill’s stomach, over the tiny swell of her tummy, then up to her breasts.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, Jill,” he said.
God, please don’t ask me to stop. Please.
She let out a gasping sob. “If you stop, I’ll die.”
Thank you, God.
Andrew laughed softly, his lips against the swell of her breast. He caressed the soft section of skin on the inside of Jill’s elbows and wondered if his need to touch her would ever be sated.
He thought he could touch and taste her forever, listening to her soft moans. He watched in awe as Jill responded to his hands. He explored the curves of her legs, her hips, the tiny waist he’d noticed poolside all those years ago.
Andrew moved back up to Jill’s mouth and captured her lips again, teasing her lower lip with a small bite. He was rewarded with the press of Jill’s body into his.
“Please, Andrew,” she begged on a gasp.
“Please, what, sweet Jill? Tell me what you need,” he murmured as his hands found their way to the waistband of her pants. He began to slide them down Jill’s hips, slowly, torturously.
“More. Touch me more.” It was a whispered plea, one he was all too happy to oblige.
With a half groan, half roar, Andrew pulled Jill’s legs free of her pants and covered her with his body. He buried his face in her neck, caressing her soft skin with lips that couldn’t get their fill as his body met hers. One hand wove into her silken hair and the other dipped between her legs to do her bidding.
Jill was hot and wet and past ready for him. That knowledge sent his own arousal soaring. But Andrew wouldn’t give in to the voice in his head that screamed for his own release.
He needed to taste her. He moved down her body, wanting to feel her come on his tongue. To taste the sweet release of her pleasure. To hear her cry out for him.
Using his hands and mouth, he brought her to a crashing orgasm. He drew out Jill’s pleasure as long as he could, only stopping when he saw her go completely limp and glassy eyed.
Smiling, Andrew waited for her to come back from the dream state he had induced. He continued to kiss her soft skin, slowly driving himself to the brink.
He knew when he finally entered Jill, he would likely only be able to last seconds before he came and he wanted her fully back with him when that happened.
As Jill began to rouse from the murky ecstasy of the incredible orgasm, she could feel Andrew’s mouth traveling the length of her body. He dropped kisses in every erogenous zone she had, most of which she hadn’t known existed.
Is this how sex was supposed to be? She had never felt anything close to this kind of passion and heat and sheer pleasure with Jake.
Lying in bed with Andrew, she was suddenly angrier at her ex than she had ever been. Then ‘sweet Jill,’ the good girl next door, who rarely swore and tried not to hurt anyone’s feelings, couldn’t help herself.
“That fucking jackass,” she said loudly, bringing a rough laugh from Andrew.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, sweetheart,” he promised.
Good Lord. She shivered in response to his words and knew he would follow through on them. Follow through and then some, she would bet.
Andrew quickly donned a condom and slipped in between Jill’s legs. He paused while looking into her eyes.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes. She shivered in anticipation, knowing what was coming would be like nothing she had ever experienced. She strained against him, pressing her hips toward him, silently urging him to enter her.
He smiled and dropped a kiss to her lips.
When he pressed into her in one strong stroke the pleasure brought a cry to her lips. Andrew filled Jill so completely, bringing pure blissful sensation to every ounce of her body, quickly spinning her up and out of control again.
She was drowning in his touch, his kisses, the soft murmuring of his words in her ear. They came together, orgasming quickly, and Jill marveled at the sensations she felt as wave after wave of her orgasm flooded her body.
Andrew collapsed on top of her and the heavy weight of him felt so good. She locked her legs around him, wanting to hold onto every feeling, every sense for as long as she could.
“I can’t believe I missed out on that all these years,” she said into his chest.
“Mmm hmm.” Andrew’s answer was muffled by Jill’s hair as he nuzzled his face against her neck. “You truly married the world’s biggest ass. The good news is, we have seven years to make up for. We’ll have to be diligent and work hard, but I think we can do it.”
She laughed as he finally released her and slipped from the bed to clean up. When he returned, she pulled back the covers and he slipped into the bed and pulled her tight to him once again.
She was relieved when he didn’t make excuses and run from her right after they’d had sex, though if she were honest, she’d half expected it.
“Well,” Jill said with a playful undertone, “I wouldn’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I mean, you shouldn’t have to work so hard to make up for Jake’s mistakes.”
“I’m very driven,” Andrew said. He held her tighter and lightly nipped the soft skin on her shoulder, sending shivers through her again. “And I like a challenge.”
Some time later, his teeth scraped the curve in her arm opposite her elbow, a spot she was quickly discovering was directly connected to the hot center between her legs.
She was suddenly ready to get back to work, too.
Jill felt Andrew’s erection pressing into her thigh as he quickly brought them both back to life. “I think I like your work ethic, Andrew,” she said as he rolled her beneath him for round two of their new project.