And I wholeheartedly agree. Right now, my center is buzzing from the contact, desperate for more.

He slips a finger past my swollen lips to discover how wet I am. A low sound of approval erupts from his throat when he finds me soaked. I can’t help but jerk my hips up, searching for more contact. He chuckles in a way that sounds both delighted and villainous.

Andrew keeps kissing me, all the while teasing me, his finger dancing around my entrance but not breaching it. I hear a whimper and realize it’s mine, a wordless request for him to push inside me.

But he doesn’t. Instead, to my surprise, he rolls right off me.

I go up on my elbows, blinking rapidly, trying to figure out exactly what the hell happened, and see him tossing all the pillows on the bed to the floor. I’m about to say something when he flops onto his back, head near the headboard, and says to me, “Come here.”

I crawl over to him, and my face must display my confusion because he gestures to take my hand. When I hold it out for him, he drags me beside him.

“Now straddle my face.” There’s zero waver in his voice and I feel my cheeks heat.

I’ve had a guy give me oral sex before—of course I have. But I’ve never sat on someone’s face. Something about it feels a little crude and a lot dirty, and although embarrassment is my first reaction, my core tingles at the thought.

So I do what he says, figuring if he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t demand I do it.

As soon as my knees are on either side of his face, Andrew hooks his arms under and around my upper thighs, dragging me closer to his mouth. His assault is immediate.

At the first swipe of his tongue, I grip the headboard. My fingers dig into the padded fabric as he concentrates his efforts on my clit.

I glance down to see him with his eyes closed, concentrating on the task at hand. As if he can sense my attention, his eyes pop open and meet my gaze. I’m transfixed as I watch him lap at me. He uses the hand around my thigh to force me even farther down. I was trying to keep myself hovering a bit so that I wouldn’t suffocate the man, but he seems to want my weight on him.

He groans as though my taste is enough to satisfy him for days. He flicks the bud back and forth while one hand snakes up my abdomen and cups my breast. Then he sucks on my clit as he pinches my nipple. The duality of the pleasure and the pain has me throwing my head back.