What Her Dad Doesn't Know(14)

I remember that I’m not wearing any underwear just as his fingers discover the same thing. His eyes widen. I like that I surprised him.

“Did you have this all planned?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips.

“No,” I say truthfully. “But I hoped.”

Andrew couldn’t wait any longer. He drops down into the chair and pulls me close to his face.

“Lean back,” he orders. His breath is hot on my exposed folds, kissing down one side of my inner thigh and up the other. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his lips on the sensitive skin. He’s in no rush, and the anticipation concentrates to a single spot between my legs. I can feel every breath, every single touch of his tongue and his mouth. It’s driving me crazy, and I buck up my hips towards him, trying to show him where I need his attention to be. Here’s a man who knows how to please a woman, I think for a brief second before he kisses my waiting folds.

“Wait,” I plead when he withdraws his tongue. “Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures me. “I’m right here.”

And he was as good as his word. His fingers part me slightly, and his tongue delves in again, deeper than before. A shock of pleasure races up my spine into my brain, and I instinctively arch my back against the hard wood. I had sex all wrong the last time I tried. That boy hadn’t even touched me down there before jumping in with his cock. And here was Andrew, still fully clothed, about to make me come. We aren’t even fucking yet. My first time was not sex, that’s for sure. Sex was supposed to feel good. It was supposed to feel like this.

He’s moving fast and slow now, thrusting and caressing my slick mound in a rhythm that builds and builds the pressure inside of my core. His tongue probes deeper inside, to some hidden spot inside and I moan again, louder this time. It occurs to me that Miranda can probably hear me on the other side of the walls, but then the thought is cut off as he lifts his tongue up to my clit, sucking hard on the nub and making me see stars.

I have trouble keeping it together. I barely remember to breathe. I’m writhing on top of this stupidly uncomfortable desk, but I don’t even care. Andrew is making me feel things in places I didn’t know existed. Pleasure courses through my veins, rising like an ocean tide. And then it crashes over me, washing me away. My vision explodes as my whole body tightens up and releases all at once, flooding me one last time with pleasure. My back lifts off the desk one last time and then I fall back. The whole time Andrew is there, lapping me up.

Even when I’m by myself, it never feels this intense. My gasps are shallow, and it takes a minute or two before I’m able to blink and open my eyes again. My legs are trembling as I ride out the last shock waves of my orgasm. This, this, was why people had sex all the time, I thought, finally understanding.

“You taste amazing Noelle,” he murmurs into me.

Andrew stands up and gathers me up with a kiss, my own sweet taste on his lips. I can feel his groin press against me, hard and unyielding. I grind lightly into him, craving more. Andrew fits perfectly in my cleft, radiating heat. It’s like I’m in the desert dying of thirst, and only he can quench it. Already I feel like we’re tied together, a chemical reaction that can’t be reversed. It’s good, really good. When he pulls away, I can’t help but whimper.

“Wait just a second,” he says with a laugh.

I hear the clink of a belt buckle and sit up on my elbows. Wow, I think, eyes wide, as he drops his pants down. His member bulges beneath the black boxers. I can see the thick curve of it rising from the thin fabric. And then Andrew tugs off his boxers and he’s standing in front of me, naked. There’s a lot there, I think with a gulp. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with all of it. He whirls me around, pressing me against his desk. My legs are still weak from my orgasm, and I’m glad that the desk can hold me up. There’s a crinkle of foil and then he steps forward and slides his cock against my still wet folds. His hand cups one breast, giving my nipple a light pinch between his thumb and finger that sends pleasure shooting down my belly and deep between my legs. I want that cock inside of me, stretching me wide already.

“What are you waiting for?” I whisper.

“I just wanted to remember this moment,” he says. “Seeing you like this, open and vulnerable just for me.”

And then Andrew enters, swift and commanding, his cock driving into me. I gasp, taking him in all the way. It’s painful and pleasurable, the sensations mixing together as he pulls back and pushes in again. This time I moan. I can’t help it. He’s stretching me out and filling me up with his cock. Each time he thrusts, another pulse of pleasure reverberates through my body. I’m gripping the edge of his desk as he speeds up. Soon he’s slamming into me, shaking the desk with his momentum. His hands are on my hips, the only only thing keeping me up. My eyes flutter closed, and I’m gasping and crying out his name, on and on, until the bursts of pleasure come so close together that its continuous and my stomach tightens and oh! OH!