“You still haven’t…” He kissed me gently. “I meant every word I said.” He pulled my zipper down. “And I really need to know whether or not you still love me because…” He stopped talking.

My skirt fell into a puddle on the floor and he tugged my thong away from my waist until it snapped.

“Aubrey, tell me…Tell me right now.”

I gasped as he slipped a finger inside of me, as he groaned at how wet I was.

“Yes…”

“Yes?” He moved his finger in and out. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I—” I paused as he kissed my lips. “Yes, I still love you.”

“Where’s your bedroom?”

I looked to my left and he immediately tugged me down the hall, shutting the door behind us. He didn’t give me a chance to get undressed. His hands were all over me—unbuttoning my shirt, ripping my bra, and caressing my br**sts.

I reached forward and unbuckled his pants, pushing his pants down. Then he tossed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

I spread my legs beneath him, lifting my hips up so he could f**k me, but he didn’t. Instead he kissed my neck—whispering how much he missed me, how much he needed me.

“Andrew…” I felt his c**k rubbing against my thigh.

He slowly moved his mouth to my chest—swirling his tongue across my ni**les as he palmed my br**sts. His kisses traveled further and further, all the way down to my thighs.

I shut my eyes as he pressed his tongue against my clit, as he teasingly darted it against me in slow, sensuous circles.

“Ahhhh…” I tried to clamp my legs shut, but he pinned them to the mattress and looked up at me.

“Aubrey…” His voice was low.

“Yes?”

He circled his thumb around my clit, making it swell in pleasure. “Tell me that I own this.”

I shut my eyes as he increased the pressure, rubbing his thumb around and around.

“Tell me that I own your pu**y, Aubrey.”

“Yes…” I writhed underneath his hand. “Yes…”

“Say it.” He prevented me from rolling over. “I need you to say it.”

Tingles traveled up and down my spine and I finally stared back at him. “Yes…You own it.”

He smiled and pressed his head between my legs again, devouring me—making me scream at the top of my lungs, but he didn’t let me cum.

Instead, he flipped me over. “Get down on all fours.”

I caught my breath and slowly obliged, and the next thing I felt was him palming my ass, kissing his way down my spine.

“I still haven’t claimed every inch of you…” he said, squeezing my cheeks harshly. “But I’ll save that for when I think you’re ready…”

I murmured as he slid into my pu**y inch by inch, making me lean forward. He took the elastic out of my hair and pulled me back, whispering, “It’s going to feel just like this…Maybe even better…”

“Ahhhh…”

“And when it happens, you’re going to let me cum inside of you…” His other hand skimmed my sides and squeezed my br**sts. “I want you to feel every last drop…”

“Andrew.” I gripped the sheets.

“Yes?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

He was slapping my ass as he pounded into me, giving it to me rough as he whispered my name.

I met him thrust for thrust, unable to let go of the sheets, and when I felt myself nearing the edge—coming close to it as he tortured my clit with his fingers, he denied me once again.

He pulled out of me, making me whimper, and then he made me face him once again. Immediately burying himself inside of me, he stared into my eyes—slowly sliding his c**k back and forth, suffocating my screams with his mouth.

I felt his c**k throbbing inside of me, felt my muscles clenching as he cursed against my lips and as we locked eyes again, we both came at the same time.

I fell forward against his chest, panting. “Andrew, I…”

He cut me off with a kiss. “I love you, too…”

We lay there connected for what felt like forever—him threading his fingers through my hair, me rubbing my hands against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes…”

He rolled out of bed and stood up to toss away the condom. “Come here.”

I couldn’t move. I was still feeling weak from my last orgasm.

He shook his head and slipped his hands underneath my thighs, picking me up and carrying me out of the room, checking each door we passed. When we reached the bathroom, he set me down on the floor.

“I don’t think I can stand up long enough for a shower…” I whispered.

He ignored me and turned on the water. “We’re not going to take a shower.” He picked me up and gently placed me into the tub.

Climbing in behind me, he grabbed an empty bottle and filled it with warm water. Then he gently poured it over my head.

He grabbed some shampoo from the ledge and squirted a few drops into my hair, lathering it to suds.

I heard him asking me questions, something about how I was feeling or if I wanted to talk to him about whatever I had on my mind, but as his fingers continued to massage my scalp, everything went black.

I woke up in bed alone.

There was no note from Andrew, and all of his clothes were gone.

I was starting to think having sex with him was all a dream, but I spotted his wallet sitting on top of my nightstand. I pulled the covers off of me and smiled once I saw that he’d dressed me in a silk slip.