12. Katy
Katy
I wasn’t really a person who did sleepovers. Usually when I slept with a guy I tried to go to their place or stay at a hotel so I could leave when I was ready. I hated how awkward it was when I had to kick a guy out of my bed, even if I’d told him ahead of time they couldn’t sleep over. They always wanted to sleep over.
I also wasn’t much for snuggling. I liked to have my space in bed to move around. I hated feeling constricted or trapped. I didn’t need to see a shrink to understand why after a childhood where I had to be on high alert I hated to feel trapped.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up curled into Andrew’s side, our legs tangled together, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Meanwhile, my arm was resting across his abdomen, and I was using his shoulder as pillow. I was hot, I realized. The guy was throwing off heat like a furnace. Somehow I didn’t mind.
I trust him, I realized with a jolt of surprise. How did that happen?
“You’re thinking too hard,” Andrew mumbled. “Just relax.”
I wiggled against his hold on my waist. “I have to pee.”
His arm tightened briefly. “Promise you’ll come back?” he asked. “It’s not even seven yet. There’s no reason to get up this early.”
I should have told him no, instead I heard myself agreeing. I headed across the hallway to pee, and on instinct also used my finger and some toothpaste to ‘brush’ my teeth before swishing some mouthwash. When I came back to the bedroom, Andrew stood up, setting down the cat he was holding in his lap. Goldie sent me an annoyed look, like it was my fault.
“My turn,” Andrew said.
His hair was sticking out at all angles, and his jaw was covered in a dark scruff that was doing funny things to me. He looked younger, more carefree, and a little bit like the bad boys I’d always avoided in school. Assuming that the bad boys had worn tee shirts reading, “Lawyers Do It By the Hour”.
He pointed to the bed. “Get in,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.”
I should have bristled at his bossy tone, but once again I just went along with him. What was happening right now? The truth was I wanted to stay in bed with him. It was early and the house was a little bit cold, and I really loved the feeling of being held in his arms.
That’s when I knew I was in big trouble. Nothing good could happen from this. With my feelings so muddled, I should be avoiding him, not snuggling with him.
When Andrew returned I caught a whiff of mint, telling me I wasn’t the only one who’d brushed my teeth before coming back to bed. He pulled me into the small spoon position, but my mind was racing after realizing how quickly my feelings for Andrew were growing. He wrapped himself around my back, petting my shoulder and side, before he flipped back over with a deep sigh.
“We are not going to be able to get back to sleep until you relax.”
Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back and Andrew was sliding down beneath the blankets.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, pulling off the blanket.
His head popped up like a human prairie dog. “I’m going to help you relax so we can go back to sleep.”
Before I could process his words he’d whipped my sleep pants off my body, tossing them onto the floor, my panties right behind. Holy shit, was he going down on me?
“You want to leave your socks on?” he asked as he spread my legs and kneeled between them.
“Yes, please.”
Sure, it wasn’t sexy, but my feet were cold. All. The. Time.
Andrew shifted, and then he was laying between my legs, his face even with my mound. He blew out a breath, making me shiver, then stared at my pussy for so long I started to squirm.
“Be still.”
I squeaked as he gave me a light smack right between the legs. That was quickly followed by a rush of arousal that would have embarrassed me if I wasn’t so turned on.
With excruciating slowness, Andrew lowered his head, licking and sucking on my labia until I was ready to beg him to do something else. Hearing my silent plea, he used his fingers to spread me open, then licked me from bottom to top in one long, leisurely lick.
“I knew you’d be delicious,” he growled.
I liked oral as much as the next woman. And like a lot of women, most of my experience with oral felt pro forma, like the guys weren’t particularly enthusiastic about it but knew they needed to do it now and then to not look selfish. But Andrew seemed to have none of that reticence. He explored my pussy with an eagerness suggesting that he’d just discovered the secret to life.
And I was here for it.
Andrew swirled his tongue around my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure and my hips lifted off the bed.
“Holy shit.”
He stopped immediately. “Is it too much pressure?”
“God no, it’s perfect.” I pressed on his head to redirect him. “Keep going.”
When he chuckled against my pussy I shivered. And then I forgot my own name as Andrew licked and sucked and tapped his way through my folds until I was writhing beneath him, begging for release.
“Are you ready to come, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I choked out, hardly able to breathe with all the sensations flooding my body. “Please.”
I had never begged a man for anything in my life, but right now I’d do just about anything to come.
“You got it.”
I made a squeaking noise as Andrew inserted a finger into my opening, then immediately added a second, pumping in and out of me with controlled precision. His mouth returned to my apex, circling around my clit, and I shamelessly grabbed a hunk of his hair and directed him to exactly the spot that made me fall right over the edge.
“Holy… I… Oh!”
Words were impossible right now, I was only capable of garbled sounds as my orgasm hit me with the force of a tsunami. Andrew continued pumping in and out of me roughly with his fingers and sucking on my clit as waves and waves of pleasure rocked my body, only letting up when I sagged against the bed, completely sated.
Andrew pulled the blankets back up and before he’d even settled next to me I was fast asleep.
When I woke up again Andrew was sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard and reading something on his phone. I sat up with a jolt.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
He glanced over with a soft look that made me feel kind of gooey inside, which was weird because I was not a gooey woman.
“Sorry for what? Sleeping in? I’ve only been awake for fifteen minutes myself.”
I shook my head. “You got me off and I didn’t reciprocate. That was so rude of me.”
“Sex doesn’t have to be a quid pro quo kind of thing,” he said patiently. “I got a lot of pleasure out of watching you break apart under my mouth.”
“Still…”
Andrew moved quickly, somehow managing to push me onto my back and cover me with his body before I even registered that he’d moved. The man had ninja moves.
“I know it’s hard for you, Katy,” he said softly, his mouth only an inch away from mine, “but let someone take care of you. You deserve it.”
Then he kissed me until I forgot what we were even talking about.