**Warning: smuts scenes to come that maybe can make some people uncomfortable**

I stay a little bit longer than necessary leaned against my door frame. I won't deny watching Andrew's response to my outfit amuses me.

Seeing him losing control and clumsy constating I have a certain power over him satisfies me.

The uneasiness caused by him and whatever it is between us is exhausting me, being constantly nervous, losing control, and granting it to him.

We are always hot or cold, my messy hormones are all around out of government. This is only temporary anyway, it doesn't worth the stress.

I'm set to tease the hell out of him tonight being absolutely sure I will have the fun of my life. With my eyes on him, providing a little bit of space for him to enter the flat, assuring my breasts are brushing against him all the way.

"What have you brought?" I ask once I close the door and positioned myself on his side pretending I'm inspecting the bags.

"Huh..." He starts scratching the back of his head, it seems he has to think about it, has he forgot? He was the one picking the food, after all, he must know what it is.

I enjoy this moment to stroke his arm with my hands, coming closer until it is between my breasts.

"Is it Mexican?" I ask while checking the bag, I don't eat spicy food he knows it already.

"Oh, yeah it is Mexican," he responds, however, his eyes are on my lingerie the entire time, he doesn't give me the courtesy of looking me in the eyes for even a second.

"Eyes up here."

"You can't expect me to look in your eyes when you are wearing this." He declares with his eyes still on my lingerie, showing it with his fingers as I still need a piece of evidence.

"I can assume we will eat later?" he asks confidently, his eyes finally reaching mine evidencing his usual sparkle.

"Yeah," I reply taking the bags in his hands and placing them on the kitchen counter, I would prefer keeping this teasing longer, but let's face it there is no way I will eat dinner wearing this lingerie, it doesn't make sense having one hand on my food and another taking my panties off my butt because they are too small.

I take a white wine on my fridge and then search for two glasses on the air kitchen cabinet, the one that is out of my reach. Andrew's warm body joins mine in the search positioning one hand on my waist while the other reaches for the glasses.

I take them fast escaping from his embrace and serving us the wine before turning around and leaning against the counter to observe him. His eyes were clearly checking my ass, so I remain composed until they meet my eyes again to pass him a glass.

I'm sipping casually my wine, while Andrew practically drank it all in one gulp, growing impatient by each minute.

"Kelsey..." The timbre of his voice is full of lust and annoyment and it sends a delicious shiver through my body. His eyes are reinforcing his feelings, making my body temperature rise with the pace of my breath, "hum?" I pretend not to be disturbed by him, by his voice, his eyes, and even his deep breaths.

I casually clean the wine on my lips with my tongue serving him another glass and sliding it in his direction.

He imitates my movements, taking a small sip as I do and being the one cleaning the wine from my lips this time.

He sucks feverishly the wine from my lips as I do with his, the mineral taste from the wine bonds perfectly with his own taste and then with mine.

He places me on the counter being between my legs and pulling me near him. I use my legs, enveloping his waist to bring him even closer meanwhile he moves his hands over my thighs going further on my back until it reaches the clasp of my bra.

He groans when I halt his movements, taking his hand on mine and leading us to my room. As soon as we are inside Andrew's restrictions are throw out the window as he throws me on the bed, running desperately his hands all over my body, while I try controlling it and patiently driving things slowly.

I turn us around, being on top of him and taking off his shirt, casually brushing my hands against his torso, pausing each time his hands try to unclasp my bra to stop his actions. I hear him sighing after his third attempt, finally understanding he will have to follow my lead.

"Is this your way to compensate for poisoning me?" He asks annoyed.

"No, this is my way of having my fun," I state finally succeeding to take his shirt off, directing my hands to his belt. Annoying him with my lazy pace.

"What did you have in mind for tonight?" I ask him while my hands are now opening his pants and sliding them slowly out of him.

I watch his eyes sparkling, him automatically taking my ass on his hands possessively, while I'm struggling to continue to slide his pants out. "I want to try something new with you if you want to."

In the depth of my mind, I know exactly what he wants and undeniably a part of me wants it as well. Still, I need things to occur naturally and at my pace.

Once I finish undressing him, I place myself straddling him with my hands on his chest. He is eagerly waiting for my response while my hands are running on him, "Tonight, the first round is on me". I declare continuing to move my hands, raising in the direction of his neck.

I feel his excitement under my legs while I let my body accompanied the progress of my movements until my lips reach his ear, "and if we get a second round, then it is on you." I finish it sweetly biting his earlobe. I sense the quiver on his body admitting it to be a sensitive part of him.

Once I'm back to my straddling position I'm able to see the mischief sparkle in his eyes mixed with his amusement. I know how much he likes a challenge and he knows how much I like the control.

In the continuity of me exerting it and Andrew granting, I proceed my tour kissing each part of his body, once again teasing and not delivering what he craves. Not yet at least.

I unclasp my bra halting his keen hands on the way to take them, and pinning his hands above his head.

"Patience is a virtue," I tease him again, with a smirk on my face, backing on my duties of teasing him with my lips and now brushing my breasts as well.

"Fucking tease," he complains pouting, keeping his hands where I left them.

When I take him in my mouth I watch his hands again eagerly charging at me, stopping my movements to look at him and giving him time to restraint his wishes, and quietly placing his hands on his side.

I continue pleasing him, teasing, watching his expressions hearing his groans. Damn all of it, it gives me pleasure seeing him like this.

When I positioned myself straddling Andrew again he moves fastly to a seating position capturing my nipple on his mouth before I could react to it, and my body responding arching my back with his suddenly hot lips on me, providing him even better access.

I grab a condom on my nightstand, opening it with my teeth and rolling it on him, sliding him inside me ridding as I pleased, I place my arms on his shoulder for support moving slowly at the beginning until I find a good speed.

I feel Andrew's finger in my asshole, intensifying every movement, he doesn't move, neither direction, he keeps his eyes on me waiting, figuring out if I want it or not, while I'm still unsure.

Not lying to myself I'm curious; I desire to try it and I want to apprehend if I would like it or not. And especially, I want to experiment with him.

I continue my movements and Andrew continues his, it transforms the sensation from weird, to good and then to pleasure.

The pleasure starts to grow mixed with fullness, my muscles contracting and relaxing, the nerves on my body are all awake. My eyes close when it gets all too much, arduous to continue my movements until I finally reach that delicious sensation embraced by Andrew gasps following me.

He shifts our position leaning on our side, sliding out of me, but continuing playing with me, his soft lips on my neck and his hot breath are contrasting the icy sensation of the lub, and me getting used to it, enjoying it as he has the motivation he needs to be ready again.

The gentleness taking over him I have never seen before, his fingers touch me with care, being tender and slow. When he starts sliding inside me again, yet in a different place, his hand doesn't hold me as usual, possessively. They are barely holding me in place, showing me I can move freely and if I got uncomfortable, I can simply go

away from him.

I wince with sharp pain, tensing and contracting all the muscles of my body in response and only intensifying the pain.

"You need to relax Kelsey," I hear Andrew saying in my ear, and thank him for his British accent and exceptional way of pronouncing my name. It provides a little bit of distraction, completing with one of his hands touching slightly my skin.

I sense goosebumps from my waist, then in my belly gradually moving south. It doesn't matter I was expecting him to touch me exactly there, and anyplace else, still, I practically jump when his finger finally touches my clit, oh so slowly, yet possessing the full attention of my body.

"You want me to stop?" he asks in my ear again, the kindness present in his voice assures me. Tingles are dancing along my neck when I sense him brushing my hair away, cleaning my neck from any strand of it, his thumb touching the curve between my neck and shoulder while the air of his breath provokes my skin.

When he brushes his lips against the very same part of the skin, I'm a goner.

"Kelsey, it is still hurting? Should we stop?" His question is quite not clear, to be honest, my body's full attention is on his lips and fingers, meaning it is not hurting anymore and providing me no will to stop it.

"No", I barely whisper, I don't want to break the spell, he succeeds to set me in a place, a good place, where my body is completely relaxed and gladly he takes the hit and continues with his distraction.

He starts to move inside me, his finger distracting my mind when the first moves are not quite pleasant, strange but not hurtful anymore. His finger raising my bud of nerves, while he moves slowly inside me until it starts building something else.

I sense his breath again against my neck, a squeeze on my waist, I pay attention to his uneven breath, it somehow adds to the pleasure, driving me to miss the exact instant I start to enjoy his movements, the combination of it all. I curve my back giving in the loss of control, again I know what is to come, and again it is diverse. So, so distinct from any other time. Intense and tender, I never felt so intimate with Andrew before.

He drives us to our orgasm with an intense pick of energy, tangled with lust and care and passion and feelings all over.

I wince when he slides out of me and again when he takes me to the bathroom.

"Are you sore?" He asks while he is starting the shower.

"Yeah", definitely sore, but that I knew I wouldn't escape, he frowns with my answer supporting his forehead against mine and sighing.

We keep quiet, playing with the soap, washing each other, his attempts to wash my breasts are quite efficient, only in a different way, it ends up making it quite dirty... providing a smirk on his face when he realizes I wouldn't oppose the third round.

"Let's eat," he orders stopping every dirty thought on my mind.

We heat the food he brought, once more several options and thankfully the majority being not spicy ones.

"I won't be able to run with you for a few days", he starts informing and then explaining to me the type of training I should be doing this week.

"Ok," I agree with him when he finally stops describing it, getting up and arranging the leftovers, anticipating his usual peck on my lips and him leaving, but to my astonishment, he remains seat on the couch.

"Are you tired?" he asked me once I join him.

"Yeah," I reply, not wanting to push him to leave, but the intensity of tonight kind of expend all my energy.

Once more Andrew surprises me moving to my room with me in his hands, instead of leaving.

We prepare to go to bed, me wearing my pajamas and Andrew now wearing only his briefs. Once we are comfortable on it he pulls me closer. His thumb caressing my hand when he rises it and places my hand on his ear. He then moves his and starts caressing my earlobe, showing me exactly what he wants. I can only laugh at his silly behavior before caressing his earlobe as well.

He can be so childish sometimes, it is amusing, he is not used to asking for anything, but I have learned to understand his ways, understanding as well that tonight has changed things. That it was more important than we intended to be. Everything that occurred tonight was a clear game-changer.

Especially for Andrew.

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Voilà... I hope you have enjoyed the smut chapter; I know some people can get uncomfortable by it, so I put a warning in the beginning.

Next week I will probably update only once again 😒

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