The Virgin Intern(30)

I go into what will soon be my studio. It’s beautiful, with a window seat and dark wood paneling. I can see in my head where I want the keyboard to go, and my computer set up. I’ll put up some noise dampeners and a microphone. Yeah—it’s going to work. I can practically feel the music itching under my skin, waiting to get out. I hear the front door to the apartment open and head back into the kitchen.

Andrew comes in with a box and puts it down. I’ll never get tired of watching him lift things. “That’s the last of it,” he says.

“Finally,” I laugh. “Now comes the hard part.”

“Yeah, but that hard part can wait.”

I frown. “Not really, because if we don’t unpack anything we’ll have nothing to sleep or eat on.”

He takes his shirt off in one motion and wipes the sweat from his face. “We will, don’t worry. But right now, there’s a different hard part that I want to pay attention to.”

“That might be the worst pick-up line you’ve ever attempted,” I say, rolling my eyes.

He’s smiling, while at the same time walking toward me. I know that walk. That walk that says ‘I’m about to seduce you.’ “I’m sure I’ll have worse. Besides, I think it’s important that we christen the place properly. Right away.” He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it behind him.

“We did that when we saw the place.”

“But we own it now.”

I cross my arms, but I’m still smiling. “You’re very motivated.”

“Yes I am.” He moves toward me, pulls my arms down, and covers my neck and chest with hot, fast kisses that leave me panting.

I wriggle out of my jeans as Andrew takes out his phone. “Let’s see, what shall we do today. I have some ideas.”

Him and that damn list. He’s very dedicated to it, and we’ve been crossing off things one by one. He pulls me into the living room. It’s a wasteland of boxes, but flooded with light from the windows. The rest of our clothes lose themselves along the way. “Kneel down,” he says.

I raise an eyebrow, but I don’t question. The things on the list usually end with me screaming Andrew’s name.

As soon as I’m kneeling, Andrew is on the ground, and then he’s underneath me and his tongue is inside me and I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure. “We’ve done this before,” I say.

“Not like this,” he answers, the vibrations from his voice moving through me.

He plunges his tongue further into my pussy, caressing me from the inside and making me shudder. He licks me from top to bottom and back, swirling and drawing designs across my clit. I can never tell where his mouth will touch me next, and the anticipation makes me wetter than I already am.

He hums against my clit, making it vibrate again. “I never get tired of the way you taste.” His are words are almost lost, more felt than heard.

Suddenly the very tip of his tongue is working me. Around my clit, up and down and over, dipping inside me before coming back again. Sealing his lips over me, he sucks me deep, and I feel the beginning of an orgasm rise. But that’s not what Andrew has planned.

Releasing me, he pushes me off his mouth and down his body to where his cock is waiting, tilting me back until I have to put my hands on the floor behind me for support. As I lean backward, he thrusts into me firmly and immediately. “Oh,” I say, because it’s all there is to say. This is a position we haven’t tried yet, though now I’m going to kill him for not picking it from the list sooner. From this angle he fills every part of me. He’s stretched against the walls of my pussy, pushed in to the hilt, and sitting like this he feels even bigger than normal.

I roll my hips, pushing him out and in, and I hear a deep sound from Andrew. I roll my hips again, and he moves his hips with me, and I have to close my eyes. My body knows what it wants, and I can barely control the movement as I ride him and he fucks me, both of us approaching the edge together. I reach down and touch my clit, circling and pressing and sliding, and oh god there it is, yes yes yes.

It is shattering. My eyes are closed and my hips are still moving, milking the shocks of pleasure his cock sets off inside me with every movement. I’m heaving in air and still feeling aftershocks when I feel Andrew’s body tighten underneath me, his strokes growing short and fierce. I don’t hesitate, pulling off him, turning and moving and covering him with my mouth. He thrusts again once, twice, and I feel him come before I taste it. I swallow it all down, the creamy taste of him mixing with my own juices on his cock. He groans, reaching down to pull me off him. “I don’t think that was part of the plan.”