I moan into his mouth, and he hitches my leg up over his waist. The effect is that the tip of his cock is pressed against my most sensitive part and he grinds into it. A whimper escapes me and his hand dives into my hair, pulling down so that my chin rises and exposes my neck. He runs his tongue over my exposed flesh as we continue to grind against each other.

“We have too many clothes on,” I pant.

I get no argument from him. The next thing I know, Andrew is lifting the hem of my sweater over my head. Next, he makes quick work of my bra. I pull off my leggings, socks, and underwear while he rolls off the bed and gets all his clothes off in record time.

Now we’re both naked and taking each other in. It should be awkward, but it’s not.

While Andrew’s gaze feasts on me, I study the dips and curves of his body. His cock is thick and proud as it points up, the tip only an inch or two from his navel and, I realize, uncircumcised. I’ve never been with a man who wasn’t circumcised and briefly wonder if there’s anything I need to know or do differently.

Since it’s winter in New York, his skin is pale, but he’s fit and muscular. Not overly developed like a gym rat, but lean and strong. The whole of him is hot as hell, but oddly it’s his forearms and the muscles and veins there that my gaze trips on.

He puts a knee on the king-size bed and crawls over to me, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. I can’t help but lick my lips, and he notices because his cock jerks in response.

He must have grabbed a condom out of his wallet or his pants or something because I didn’t notice it before, but I do now when he tosses it to the side of my body.

“I hope you have more where that one came from, seeing as we won’t be going anywhere in this storm.” I glance at the window where the snow is still coming down.

“Do I strike you as a man who doesn’t come prepared?”

I bite my lip and shake my head.

“I plan on feasting on your pussy until you’re begging for my cock, Kenzie.” He pushes a hand in my hair and grips it tightly. “Are you ready to beg?”

I grin. “Let’s see if you can make me.”

His lips are on mine in a flash, and our tongues fight for dominance. Andrew uses the hand in my hair to tilt my head at whatever angle he wants while his other hand trails down my stomach. When he reaches my mound, he grips it possessively, as if saying without words that it belongs to him.