Chapter 16

Sophie

“I’m a virgin.”

The words were out before I could second-guess myself. Andrew deserved to know the truth before we lost ourselves in the moment. That kiss was hot and full of an intensity that took my breath away. When we broke apart, the world spun. My head felt like it was detached from my body. I could barely think. My heart pounded so hard inside my chest that I could hear it in my ears. If I didn’t tell him before he kissed me again, I knew I wouldn’t be able to.

As I stared at his face, fear spread through me. I wondered if my confession would turn him off, if his desire for me would suddenly disappear. My mouth opened slightly. I struggled to find the words that would make him magically okay with my virginity. I couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“Andrew.”

Before I could formulate a full sentence, Andrew’s lips were on mine. He groaned and pulled me forward, our bodies colliding against each other like magnets. I moaned and opened my mouth wider. His tongue slid between my lips. I shivered, and another moan escaped my lips.

Andrew twirled us around. His back was to the hotel room door. Without breaking the kiss, he stuck the key card in the door and kicked it open. It slammed against the inside wall with a loud thud. I knew our neighboring guests would hear, but I didn’t care. Nothing was real but Andrew’s lips on mine.

He pulled me inside the room, his hands never leaving my waist. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him harder against my body. Every inch of my skin was on fire. I was quickly losing the ability to breathe.

With a gasp, I pulled away from Andrew’s lips. His eyes met mine, both the blue and the green darker than ever as he searched my face. No one had ever looked at me that way before. There was so much unspoken need in his eyes that I couldn’t look away. I just stared at him, waiting for him to make the next move.

“Are you okay with this?” he finally asked. His voice was low. Rough.

I nodded and kissed him again. This kiss was lighter than the last. It was sweet and gentle. Andrew’s hands stroked my sides as he danced his lips softly over mine. I could tell he was holding himself back. He didn’t want to scare me. I smiled and pulled back just enough to speak.

“I’m fine,” I whispered against his lips. “I want this.”

Andrew groaned at my words and kissed me harder, his tongue desperately searching for mine. Our kiss deepened, but Andrew kept his movements slow. He pushed me backward until my legs hit the side of the bed. I stumbled slightly before he pulled me against his chest to steady me.

When he pulled away, my lips were still begging for his touch. I leaned forward instinctually, silently begging him to kiss me again.

“Wait,” he said. He took a small step back and slid his hands around to my stomach. With his eyes locked on mine, he lifted the hem of my shirt just an inch. He paused, waiting for me to either stop him or give my permission.

I stared back at him and lifted my arms in the air. Andrew pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, his eyes scanning my body hungrily.

“That look is going to be the death of me,” I said.

“What look?” Andrew’s eyes found mine again, and I felt my stomach flip. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

“That one.”

We crashed into each other. Andrew’s strong hands stroked my skin as he frantically unhooked my bra. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling on the hem until Andrew ripped himself away from me to undress himself. Neither of us could wait another second.

While Andrew stripped down to his boxers, I slowly unbuttoned my jeans with trembling fingers. I wanted to be with him. I wanted this to happen, and yet, my nerves were undeniable. Andrew saw my hands shake and put his own over my fingers. His eyes never left my face as he pulled my pants down slowly, letting me step out of them when I was ready.

Suddenly, I was standing in front of Andrew with nothing separating us but his boxers and my panties. I glanced down at my body, worried that he might not like what he saw.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Andrew said. His voice was so low that I barely heard him.

My eyes snapped up to his face. He meant every word he said. I trailed my eyes quickly down his body, feeling more confident by the second. His chest and abs were chiseled with well-defined muscles that made my panties flood with desire. He was even sexier than I first thought.

“Come here,” Andrew said.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid me back on the bed, positioning himself above me. He kissed me like he was trying to maintain control of himself. I hated him for holding back. I wanted him to let go, to ravish me the way I knew he wanted.

I threw my legs around his waist and tugged him down. He groaned and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming freely over my body. We rocked against each other, kissing and clawing at each other’s skin until the anticipation was too much to handle.

Andrew yanked his lips away from mine, but they soon found my neck. He nibbled my skin, growling with renewed desire while I moaned beneath him. He kissed and licked his way down my body, teasing my nipples and making my entire body come alive.

“I want you,” I breathed. “Now.”

His teeth grazed my nipple again, and I cried out with pleasure. Everything he did sent waves of sexual energy washing through my body. My panties were soaked. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing itself against me.

“Andrew,” I moaned and tried not to let on just how much I enjoyed him hovering above me.

He trailed his tongue down my stomach, his hands flying to my panties and ripping them from my body in one smooth motion. I held my breath while his tongue moved farther down.

Andrew buried his face between my legs, and in an instant, the entire world stopped.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned and raised my hips to meet him.

He attacked my clit with desperation. I cried out with pleasure and gave myself over to him. Andrew brought me so close to the brink that my entire body was flushed. My mind was empty. I couldn’t think, nor did I want to. Long strokes of his tongue had me tensing up and moaning in rhythm with his actions.

“I feel you getting ready.” He glanced up, his lips wet, the smile on his handsome facing drawing me in.

“So close,” I whispered roughly and reached down to touch the side of his face. “Make me come.”

“Not yet,” he said, pulling away and sliding his boxers off. The cocky smirk grew. Fuck me. I was going to fall in love with him.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, knowing my plea was useless.

“You’re gonna come, baby,” Andrew said roughly. “I promise you that.”

I wiggled on the bed and watched his body move toward me again. Nothing about this moment was how I pictured it, but I didn’t care. It was better than anything I could have imagined.

Andrew kissed me gently, spreading my legs with his hands. He stroked my sopping wet pussy with his practiced fingers. I trembled and held onto him tighter, digging my nails into his back.

“Are you sure?” Andrew asked, his face just inches from my own.

I couldn’t speak. I nodded and kissed him again. I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life.

“Good. Let me grab a condom.” He kissed the tip of my nose softly and moved back to grab the condom.

I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh, trying hard not to shiver. A million thoughts moved through my mind by the time he hovered above me again.

Andrew spread my legs farther and positioned himself above me. He kept his face close to mine. His eyes held my gaze as he pushed forward. The burn of being a virgin pinched deep in my stomach, and I stifled a groan of pain.

He was hard and big. For a split second, I worried I wouldn’t be able to handle him. I was wrong. My body opened for him instantly. With one gentle thrust, he was buried deep inside me.

“Oh god,” I gasped and dug my nails deeper into his skin.

Andrew froze, watching me for a sign that I might want to stop. My body slowly came alive. With him inside me, my desire took full control. I lifted my hips, watching as Andrew’s eyes rolled back with pleasure.

“You’re so wet.”

I watched as his resolve faded away. His desire for me was stronger than anything else. He pushed his hips forward, hard and fast. I moaned, lifting myself to meet each of his thrusts.

Andrew took me without restraint. His grunts were deep. Each one sent shivers running down my spine. I closed my eyes and arched my back, letting my body take control. Every move Andrew made sent waves of pleasure rocking through my body. My legs shook, and my toes began to curl as he brought me closer and closer to the brink.

“Are you okay?” Andrew panted.

“Hell yes,” I moaned, and Andrew moved faster inside of me.

I cried out and held onto him while he continued to thrust in and out with vigor. He was groaning and growling, his eyes barely open and his lips parted just enough that I could see his teeth. My own eyes fluttered between open and closed as I let myself enjoy the sensations coursing through my body.

“Fuck,” Andrew grunted and gripped my hips between his fingertips. He held onto me so tightly that I was sure he would leave bruises. I couldn’t bring myself to care. My legs were shaking as an orgasm built deep within me.

I cried out in a wordless moan as pleasure crashed down around me. I collapsed onto the bed, my hips going limp and my breasts heaving with exertion.

Andrew wasn’t finished with me. He continued to rock his hips forward, making my pleasure last longer than I imagined. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, my body came down from the high. My toes were curled tightly together. My head felt light, but I never wanted Andrew to stop.

I reached up and dug my nails into his back, sliding them down his skin while he groaned with pleasure of his own. His face told me he was just seconds away from release. He pounded into me harder than ever, and I let my head roll back. It hit the bed just as his rock-hard cock began to tremble inside me.

“Fuck!” he yelled and fell forward with two more powerful thrusts.

His body was covered in sweat as he laid down on top of me. I stroked his skin and gently kissed his shoulder, tasting his skin while he held onto me with shaking arms. We were both unsteady and neither of us could breathe. I’d never been happier or more satisfied in my life.

“Are you okay?” Andrew asked later as we lay in the hotel bed, still naked but no longer shaking.

“I’m great,” I said, and I meant it. “That was…”

I trailed off. I couldn’t find the words to describe the experience, but I didn’t have to. Andrew wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his chest. I buried my face in his skin and let my eyes fall shut.

It wasn’t long before Andrew’s light snores filled the room. My entire body was exhausted and begging for sleep, but I couldn’t turn off my brain. Sex with Andrew was nothing like I expected. It was more intense, more overwhelming, and more amazing than anything I’d ever experienced. As I lay beside him, I found myself wanting to wake him up and do it all over again.

Instead, I forced my eyes closed and let my mind wander. In that moment, I knew I was falling for Andrew Hopper. I didn’t yet know if it was a mistake. So many things proved that we were wrong for each other, but I couldn’t help myself.