I nod, words too complex for my brain to figure out right now.

While still holding my gaze, he moves his hand away and I whimper from the loss. But he snakes his hand down past the elastic waist of my leggings to my mound.

He wastes no time spreading me, groaning when he feels how wet I am. “This all for me?”

Again, I can only nod. He grins a self-satisfied smile, and though that same grin probably would’ve pissed me off the night we met, right now it holds the kind of promise I’m looking for—like he knows he’s already earned it.

He pushes one finger into me, then another and curves them. My hands tighten in his hair as the sensation rockets through my core and radiates outward.

I assume he’s going to continue, but instead, he drags his fingers out of me and brings his hand to my breast, rubbing his wet fingers over my nipples and spreading my essence there. Then he moves in and sucks hard on one, then the other.

When he pulls back, he looks up at me and licks his lips as though he’s savoring the taste of me. “You taste so fucking sweet, Kenz. A man could get addicted.”

It’s a strange juxtaposition to hear his posh English accent say such dirty things, but I like it. No, I love it and I want more of it.

His hand goes back down into my leggings, and this time when he pushes his fingers into me, he scissors them and drags them out. One hand stays in his hair but my other goes to his shoulder and grips hard. He does the motion again, and I feel his muscles move in his shoulder each time he pulls out of me.

Andrew adds his thumb to the mix, circling it over my clit while he’s inside me. His gaze goes from roaming my face for a reaction to looking down at where his hand disappears into the dark fabric of my leggings. He picks up the pace and takes my nipple between his teeth.

I cry out as the tension grows more taut until I’m panting on the edge of release.

The sound of him fucking me with his fingers is obnoxiously loud but somehow not embarrassing. No, it’s a fucking turn-on how wet I am for him, how wet he makes me.

With every stroke of his fingers against my G-spot, I inch closer to release, and when he presses harder on my clit with his thumb, it’s as though he’s hit the detonator and I explode.

My fingers dig into him as I cry out and spasms cause my body to jerk uncontrollably. Bliss radiates out of every pore and I’m buzzing until my orgasm recedes as he coaxes me down gently with the flutter of his fingers against my clit.