Asking for Andre (9 page)

“Yes, I’ve been with a man before. But it was a while ago.”

And he definitely didn’t touch me like this.

“I’ll be so gentle with you. Teach you everything you need to know.” Andre pushed her back until she reclined into the plump pillows crowding the back of the couch.

“We already had a lesson on kissing but I was so distracted by your charms that I rushed things a bit. So it’s probably best if we go back and cover it again. I want to take my time, explore this beautiful body.”

Casey’s heart rate started galloping, memories of his first kissing lesson flitting through her mind. Her nipples immediately tightened and pressed against the thin fabric of her bra. Apparently they remembered it as well.

“I love how responsive you are.” He crawled up next to her and nuzzled her neck. His fingers went to work on the row of buttons on the front of her blouse. She stiffened when he reached the last button. Even though he’d seen them before she still felt self-conscious about being topless in front of him. But instead of trying to take her shirt off as she expected, he slipped a strong arm under her back and anchored her against him, holding her steady as he pressed against her from chest to thigh.

“You blush pink all over when you’re aroused.”

His head dipped and his tongue traced a path from her shoulder to her ear. She shivered as he traced the outer shell before biting the lobe gently. She relaxed into the pillows, giving herself over to him completely. She’d never felt so cherished and protected.

Andre must have sensed her surrender because he grew bolder, propping himself up on one arm above her. Slipping the last button on her blouse free, he nudged the edges open.

“Let me see you, Cassandra.”

She stared deep into his eyes, noting the banked lust swimming in their depths. He quickly shed his shirt and she sucked in her breath. He was lean like a runner but his muscles were well defined.

Emboldened, she shrugged out of her shirt and hurriedly unhooked her plain, white bra. She wanted to cross her arms over her chest but forced them to her sides. When she finally summoned the courage to look at him again, she was shocked by the raw carnality in his gaze.

“Lie down.” His voice was gritty and his tone left no room for argument or negotiation. A shameless part of her felt proud that she could push him to the brink of his control. As she lay down, she gave a small wiggle of her hips and his eyes followed the tiny movement with intensity.

“What?” Casey swallowed nervously as he slid down between her legs. Was he really going to…?

He was. Her heart stuttered a few beats before pounding madly. He pushed her legs open and stared at the damp cotton as if it held the answers to every question he wanted to know. As he traced the edges of the thin white panties with his fingers, she reflexively tried to close her legs.

“Be calm,
piccolina
. I’m just looking at you.” He gently pulled her panties to the side, baring the neatly trimmed curls on top of her mound. At his sudden, harsh groan, she was glad she kept the lips of her sex shaved bare. She did it for cleanliness but apparently it was arousing as well, probably the only sexy thing about her.

“You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you.” He tugged the thin panties down her legs before slipping his arms under her bottom to hold her open.

Then he put his mouth on her.

Casey cried out, a long, keening sound that filled the room. She clenched her thighs, and he grunted at the pressure but didn’t raise his head. When his tongue darted out to flick her clit, she stopped breathing.

“Again. Do that again.” Her head fell back into the cushions of the sofa, her neck no longer capable of supporting the weight. Need consumed her. She wanted more.

She wanted the nip and thrust of his tongue. She thought back to their earlier conversation, at his promise that she had only to ask for anything she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she pushed up on her arms. He raised his head in inquiry.

Considering that he was now her sex tutor, she shouldn’t be embarrassed about stating what she wanted but she squeezed her eyes shut anyway. “I need you to put your tongue inside me.”

There was a heartbeat of silence before she was yanked by the legs until she fell flat. She opened her eyes and then let out a long, slow breath. Andre hovered over her, his beautiful eyes glowing, the veins in his neck standing out as he clenched his jaw.

She thought briefly that he looked like a warlord, ready to ravage and conquer. He was more than man enough to deliver what she needed and enough of a gentleman to ensure that she’d never regret it.

“Anything you ask for is yours.
Especially
my tongue.”

She was stunning.

Andre felt as if he were swimming in the deepest part of the ocean with no oxygen tank, no life vest. He was surrounded by her scent, overwhelmed by her taste.

He was drowning in her and loving it.

She tasted salty and sweet. The silky-soft skin of her sex was so warm under his tongue. Her core pulsed like the beat of a heart. He could taste her arousal rising with every sweep of his tongue. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every trembling breath. Rearing up, he took one in his mouth, tonguing the nipple until it swelled and hardened.

“Andre…please.” Her voice sounded deeper, huskier and he marveled at the change. Could he really be the cause of that sultry tone? Were her soft cries all for him? He loved it, hearing her lose control, watching her slender fingers ball up into fists.

He returned to lap at her pussy again before coming back to bite and lick at the twin points of her breasts. He took turns licking them until they were both plump and red. Despite her delicate build, she had perfectly proportioned curves. He could happily spend all day alternating between sucking on the juicy tips of her nipples and lapping at her creamy pussy lips.

He grabbed one of the extra throw pillows from the end of the sofa and pushed it under her hips, elevating her until she was at the perfect height. He settled between her thighs, intent on taking his time. He would enjoy this, not just the physical act of having his mouth on her but the emotional aspects of making her scream his name.

He wasn’t exactly sure why he was so obsessed with binding her to him sexually. He’d always thought himself an extremely modern man. With previous lover’s he’d never been possessive or jealous. He could enjoy a night of lovemaking with a woman and not be concerned about whether she might desire someone else the next day.

But the thought of his Cassandra, spread open before another man, taking someone else into the pussy he already thought of as his… Just the thought made him want to smash something.

When he’d seen her dancing with Milo at the Preview Gala, he’d felt an unreasonable urge to rip her from the other man’s arms. He wanted to be the only one to hold her close, see her smile.

He would imprint himself on her, in her mind until she couldn’t think of another man. He wanted to be the only one who filled her dreams. He’d love her pussy so well that it would accept no other.

He took another long lick of her core and knew this would be unlike any other sensual encounter he’d ever had. She was hot and sweet like a pastry, enticing his tongue to seek out the sweet cream of her arousal. Her silky skin bloomed under his mouth, the heady fragrance of her surrounding him, overtaking him as he drew the lips of her sex lightly between his teeth.

“Andre! My god…” Her voice broke. Her back arched as he sipped at her with long, measured strokes of his tongue. Although there were no rules to this game, he’d thought not to penetrate her until after she felt more comfortable. As she whimpered, the mouth of her sex contracting under his lips, he realized the high price of his restraint.

Every instinct roared to spread her open and sink deep.

Andre groaned against her skin, fighting for control. The rumble of his lips must have vibrated in the right place because she shrieked his name and started coming, her hips bucking, grinding her pussy against his face.

He moved with her, soaking it up, burying his face in her folds and lapping up every drop of the abundant cream that spilled from her opening. He wanted the evidence of her arousal all over his face. He wanted it to soak into his skin. A second later she sighed, the innocent sound ratcheting his desire even higher.

“I can’t believe I came so fast. I never do that when I’m alone.”

He swore softly under his breath and pushed his cock down with an impatient swipe of his hand. He wanted to slowly ease her into physical intimacy, not jump on her and rut like an animal.

“You mean when you touch yourself?” Andre watched in fascination as she nodded bashfully.

“I would love to see you do that.” He’d dreamed about her touching herself, her tiny fingers holding her pink pussy lips open for his viewing enjoyment. It was one of his favorite fantasies.

“I couldn’t do that with you watching.” Her eyes wide, she peeked down at his lap, her curiosity more than evident. He’d wanted to give her time but god help him, if she touched his cock he’d be inside her before she even knew what had happened.

He moved off the sofa, turning his back so he could catch his breath and regain some control without the tempting sight of her naked breasts before him. Her pink nipples were still puffy from his earlier attention. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Andre, are you okay? Was it something I did?” Her voice lowered a little at the end and he whirled around. Her expression appeared neutral but he saw shades of insecurity in her eyes.

“Yes, it was something you did. It’s entirely your fault.” He crossed over to where she sat and pressed her hand against the hard length of his cock beneath his slacks.

“Oh! I…um…I see.” Casey tried to retrieve her hand but he held it against his hard length, enjoying the friction of her touch too much to relinquish it yet. Her mouth dropped open but then she surprised the hell out of him by squeezing and rubbing her palm up over the head.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He panted as she maneuvered her hand down and brushed against his balls. His sac drew up tight and he gritted his teeth. He was on the verge of exploding in his pants, something he hadn’t done since having his first erotic dreams as a teenage boy. He’d be damned if he came in his pants as a grown man.

Andre grabbed her by the wrist and tugged until she stood. Not bothering to explain, he swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He set her gently on the bed before moving away.

“Tell me where you want to go from here. I won’t do anything unless I know you’re ready for it.” He leaned against his heavy mahogany dresser and watched her vainly try to cover her breasts with her arms. She finally slid beneath the sheets.

Andre covered his chuckle with the back of his hand. He’d just had his tongue inside her yet she was still shy about sitting topless in front of him. She was a fascinating bundle of contradictions.

“There
is
something I want to do.” She motioned for him to join her in the bed. He crossed over and sat next to her, on the outside of the covers.

She heaved out a breath and pushed back the silky strands falling in wild waves around her face. Their interlude on the couch had mussed her hair, giving her a well-loved look. It made him want to run his fingers through the heavy, dark mass, to hold it tightly as he powered into her from behind.

“You said the lesson on kissing was about more than kissing on the mouth.” She glanced up at him and then quickly back down to her fingers twisting the sheet into knots. “I want the chance to put my mouth on
you.
”

Casey threw back the covers and kneeled on the floor next to the bed. She glanced up at him briefly and when he made no move to stop her, she tugged at the zipper of his slacks. He stood quickly, allowing her to pull them off, along with his boxers, socks and shoes. When he sat back down he was completely naked.

His cock stood out proudly from a nest of neatly trimmed dark hair. She leaned forward and brushed her nose against the underside of his cock. It jumped under her hand and a drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She wanted to lick it and see what he tasted like. She wanted to bring him the same pleasure he’d given her.

“Just tell me if I do anything wrong, okay?” She licked her lips nervously and stroked him gently with her fingers. He was so warm and hard, like leashed power in the palm of her hand.

“Anything involving my cock in your mouth can’t be wrong.” Andre hissed as she nuzzled him, her mouth just a breath away from his tip. “Just use your lips to cover your teeth. Yes…”

His head fell back as she drew the head between her lips slowly. His taste warmed her mouth, like musk and man. Casey lapped eagerly at the liquid seeping from the tip, watching as his eyes glazed over.

“Yes, that’s it.” His voice had deepened to a rumble. “Now take as much of me in as you can. As much as you can fit.”

Hands on his knees, she hollowed her cheeks and allowed him to thrust deeper, until he hit the back of her throat. He cried out, his hands tangling in her curls as he held her steady.

She swallowed a few times, surprised when his hands tightened in her hair. The small bite of pain was somehow erotic. They’d only just begun and he’d already lost the thin veneer of control he usually wore like armor.