"Hey," Andrew greets me, finishing his call, and smiling in front of me while I'm still astonished by it, I was so sure he wouldn't come.

His hair is shorter and he looks so handsome, even if I almost can't notice his curls anymore, and all I think about is if it still long enough to pull it.

"Hi", I smile back at him while he catches my luggage from my hands and pulls me to him for a kiss.

I was expecting something different, a peck on my lips or my cheek, and not him claiming me in the middle of the airport in an awkward position. Andrew has my luggage in one hand and the other around my waist while I'm still embarrassed not knowing what to do with my hands. He continues kissing me and encouraging me to believe I was everything he was thinking about, that he missed me even without saying anything about it.

I plant my hand on his hair, it was driving me insane how handsome he is with his new haircut, still, I'm worried I wouldn't be able to do one of my favorite things.

Andrew smiles in our kiss when I pull it.

"I made sure not to cut it too short;" He tells, and again I believe it is for me and it means more than a lot of unsaying things between us.

"Come," he tells me when he realizes I'm dumbfounded, staring at him open-mouthed and that I won't reply or move. He takes my hand and heads us to the parking lot.

I'm still thinking about what Andrew said when we enter the car and then he is driving. I take my time observing him, he appears to be very exhausted, and I wonder if he is here for work. How can he manage to look so good even when he is tired? When I'm tired, I'm the worst version of myself, but he seems to be used to it.

I gaze at the city, it is evening here, so I observe the lights and the architecture, smiling each time a double-decker red bus passes us.

I squealed when Andrew turns to the left and it resembles we are on the wrong side of the road, he retains the car on the wrong side, and for a minute I thought we would hit another car and I remain expecting it, but we don't. I then perceive every car is on the opposite side, and that it has been like this since the airport. I forgot they drive on the left side here. I didn't pay attention to it before but I'm sitting on the left inside the car while Andrew is driving from the right. I steady my breath, hearing Andrew's laugh, recognizing how distracted I am.

He drives us to a nice area, with red brick buildings all around, the first ones are houses, each one having a different door color. I wonder if they are Victorian and I wish I knew more about architecture now.

The next area is surrounded by several five stories buildings, all alike, having similar architecture to old ones, but they don't appear to be old. Yes, that is how deep my architecture knowledge goes, old or new, anything more specific than that is out of my understanding.

I keep observing it, intrigued, I haven't realized Andrew has parked

the car. We moved in the direction of one of these buildings, he opens the main door, carrying my luggage. The hall is quite nice, big and white and we move to a small elevator on the right side.

The building is not high, it has five floors and Andrew seems to live on the top one.

It is confusing how large and modern his apartment is, only his living room is bigger than my whole flat. I remark there is no personal touch in his place, everything is black and white, some things are grey, but no other color, or pictures, or anything showing something about him. Is it his apartment? It must be freaking expensive having a place like this in London.

I'm in the middle of the living room, observing now the open kitchen before I turn to face him again, aching to ask about it when I'm met by his now piercing dark green eyes.

I gasp with what I find in them, stepping back once I see Andrew approaching me, unsteadying myself when the back of my knee touches his couch.

I feel his eagerness once he is on top of me, despite, I'm in such a mess, requiring a shower after a long flight. He doesn't seem to have the patience to wait any longer, not even to take this to his bedroom.

And I forgot any thought about it when he places his lips on my neck. He knows me too well, at least about my sexual needs he does. His lips move up and down my neck, my legs are now wrapped around him, pressing him against me, against the place I crave him. It's new coming like this, full clothed, me and him, his lips on my neck and him moving against my clit. We are barely doing anything how can it be so good?

So good I'm torn between having more, owning him inside of me, knowing that for that to happen we must halt our doings, he has to move away, and even if it is just for a small amount of time I don't want him away.

Something tells me the feeling is mutual, he takes off his shirt while continuously moving his hips, never halting the friction, and then he takes off mine followed by my bra.

Our hollow breaths are mixed, tangled as our stuck bodies, getting me satisfied once his bare chest touches mine but then the need of feeling more of him grows on me, I struggle in our position to open his belt and take it off. Andrew struggles to open my jeans and I regret not wearing a skirt or something more manageable.

He gets up to take off his pants while I'm rashly taking off mine, our bodies apart but our eyes not. It doesn't matter I have seen him naked a few times now, I can never take my eyes off him, it seems to be a constant first time.

It doesn't take long for Andrew to be on top of me again, skin against skin, every inch of us.

"Fuck! The condom", he complains getting up again to take it, I view his nice ass disappearing to where I can only imagine being his bedroom. No longer after, Andrew comes back, walking and rolling the condom on him at the same time, a double-action I believed until today to be impossible, but he has proved me wrong, and I'm thankful. It is becoming harder and harder to wait any longer.

"Eager?" I tease him smirking once he has finished with the condom and lift his head. His real head, not the one down there that has been covered by the condom and couldn't be higher than already is.

"You have no idea," he replies placing himself on top, right before I feel him entering me.

We both gasp, our breaths still hard from before, Andrew doesn't move placing his forehead against mine and taking a deep breath. He feels good, too good, yet I need more so I start to move on the way I'm able.

"Fu-, wait for a second Kelsey," he tells me placing his lips on mine and his thumb on my clit, until we are tangled again and Andrew starts moving slowly inside of me, my legs around him and his arms now around me, holding me impossibly close to him.

He increases his pace, maintaining the position, holding me carefully, one hand on my back and the other on the back of my head, distinct from the desperation from before. He stops

kissing to stare at me, his eyes so dark now staring into mine, becoming hard to stare back at him and keep eye contact.

I arch my back when Andrew moves faster, he uses his hand on my head to hold me facing him, intensifying, provoking it to be too much to handle and me trying to turn my head again to avoid his eyes. He doesn't allow me. I detect his lip between his teeth encouraging me to kiss him, yet he doesn't grant it to me as well.

I shut my eyes defeated, I was so close and then Andrew becomes slower, "look at me Kelsey", he demands, and my eyes got open again for him, trying to maintain my gaze on his.

He never uses words, so I'm studying his gaze. I had this impression of knowing him so well, knowing for a long time when we are staring like this, the problem is it seems he has the same reflection peeling off every layer of me.

I gasp, he takes my breath away literally.

He sustains his stare at me the whole time, my hand now carefully between his neck and ear, using all my straight not to close my eyes when I come, to be able to watch him.

I watch him panting and then biting his lip, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again, followed by them getting brighter now. That is such a beautiful sign, I love how his eyes change, and the mix of every color in them.

His forehead is placed against mine again, we are both panting and I feel his chest moving against mine for a while.

"Where is the bathroom? I really need a shower," I ask, the living room is the only part of his apartment I've seen.

"Come", he gets up taking my hand to help me, once I'm up he is taking the condom off and wrapping it. "I will take you on a quick tour." He says going to the same corridor he has been in before to fetch the condom.

"Usually the tour is the first thing polite people do", I respond, teasing him once more.

"Sorry, but I'm not even slightly sorry", he turns grinning at me. "Here is the guest room", he opens a door to a bedroom, looking a lot like a hotel room, I discern every piece of furniture in a bright color and a small pink bag on the corner of a table catches my eye. A female bag with hygiene products, some placed on the table outside the bag. I try not to focus on it and have any precipitate conclusions, wondering if I will stay here in the guest room.

Andrew then leads us to his bedroom, contrasting with the last one the furniture is in darker colors. I spot my luggage in the corner of his room interpreting I will probably stay in here. He must have brought my things when I was too busy observing his living room.

"And here is the bathroom", he opens a door showing a big and bright bathroom, I watch him throwing the condom in the bin and then taking a big plastic bottle of what seems to be shampoo.

"I will let you take your time and I'll take a quick shower in the other bathroom, there are washing products in there in case you need them, and towels here", he opens a drawer showing me the towels, and then he leaves with the bottle of shampoo in his hands.

After showering Andrew requests a delivery for dinner, offering me to taste some typical English dishes and we decide to go to bed when I start yawning after dinner, not caring it was only ten-thirty.

I caress his earlobe, but not for long before I fall asleep, I feel him adjusting us while caressing my hair and then I'm drifting away in my dreams.

It is usual for me to enjoy sleeping, but I confess I haven't slept this well for a long time. I'm awakening, still, I continue trying to adjust myself and fall back asleep not wanting to leave the warmth.

Turning again I hear Andrew groaning. I open my eyes halting my movements to watch him sleeping, taking my phone to discover it is already eight-thirty in the morning. I intended to wake up early to visit London today, but one more glance at his peaceful face and I don't have in me to wake him up. He looks like he needs the sleep, so I get up finding myself completely naked.

The first piece of clothes I found is Andrew's shirt and with this, I recreate a sexy dream of me wearing his clothes in his kitchen cooking breakfast. The biggest cliche I know, but I so want to perform this dream come true, so I do.

In his kitchen, I firstly do a tour finding ingredients I could use, yes I'm pretending to be an expert, I hope I can make this, it can't be too complicated cooking an omelet.

I'm stirring the eggs, with cheese and some other components I have found in Andrew's fridge and then arranging it on the frying pan.

"Uh, you are cooking?" I jump hearing Andrew's raspy voice in my ear and his hands on my waist.

"Yeah," I reply, turning to face him with a sheepish smile.

"How thoughtful", he says with his bottom lip between his teeth while he is tense analyzing the kitchen. His stare comes back to me determined, placing me between his arms against the counter on the side of the cooker. I observe his fingers adjusting the induction hob and I believed he has decreased the temperature or turned it off before he starts kissing me.

Andrew's hand sneaks under his shirt and he gasps moving his fingers against my bare skin, "no underwear under my shirt Kelsey?"

It makes me uneasy, is he mad I took his shirt? Yet the way he said my name turned me on. I forgot to put on underwear I simply wanted to be the sexy girl cooking breakfast in his clothes.

I stare back at him, Andrew takes a deep breath holding my waist possessively, lifting me, and placing me on the counter. When he settles me closer to him, I bite my lip understanding he is excited about it instead of mad.

He downs his shorts and briefs, allowing me to feel him against me, ignoring the burning odor I'm smelling. With his hands on my bun and him groaning in my ear," Fuck! the damn condom again".

I look at his irritated expression until he smiles taking me from the counter with my legs around his waist.

"Well, I'll be sure to place some condoms in the kitchen next time", he starts walking, taking us to his bedroom.

"Wait, I'm cooking", I shift to survey the frying pan, regarding now the completely burned omelet and concluding he has in fact increased the temperature of the induction hob before.

"Andrew," I gasp, hitting his shoulder, I can't believe he fooled me, I was so sure my omelet would be good. He let me down, turning it off.

"Yeah I forgot to mention, you are not allowed in the kitchen, we can't risk having a stomachache the whole weekend", he tells me grinning coming in my direction again.

He lifts me again, while I try fighting him, walking to his room, until we detect noises from his door. The door gets open and Andrew places me behind him when a female voice calls, "Andy?"

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