Hi y'all!

First of all thank you so much for the warm welcome I received, between reviews and everyone who followed and favorite my story it's feels amazing and I appreciate it very much!

I hope you will like my second chapter it might me a little M rated (I still think is not tho). Let me know what you think

Special thanks to Lillibet my beta, Mary and Jules for all the help.

Enjoy

2.

The room is quiet, there is no motion and the only sound is her deep breath. Andy finally moves, very gently. He takes off his shoes and socks, enjoying the relaxing feeling the carpet brings under his feet. He gets on his keens behind her almost naked body and takes a minute to admire her perfect figure. She feels his presence and his breaths are burning her skin. It's not enough. She is starting to get impatient for his touch. But again no sound, no motion.

"Andrew," he hears her say. The voice is low, warm but petulant.

He doesn't respond, but starts touching her right ankle, slowly, his fingers like feathers caressing her skin just above her black high heels. The first touch is always the one that hurts the most. After all that waiting is not a relief, oh no, it is always pain. The palm of his hand is slowly moving up her calf but stops right before her knee. He repeats exactly the same movements on her other leg, always slightly touching.

She is starting to get flustered, her body is building up the tension, and relief won't come soon enough.

He is getting closer to her, she can feel it. He kisses the back of her knee, and then licks it making small circles. She bends her knees a little, after the first touch between his warm tongue and her cold skin. He doesn't wait long and repeats it on her other knee. Her breathing starts to increase but the room is still silent.

"Turn around", he says, his voice doesn't change, still demanding and rough. She doesn't. She wants more, more touching on her calf more kissing on her keens and her tights are still waiting. This time she makes no sound, no motion. He waits.

"Turn around, Sharon!" his voice is louder and raw. She obeys.

He is so close to her that he needs to lean back slightly so she can turn around. He wants to see her body moving, every muscle in her legs and her back. Suddenly their eyes meet. Her green eyes reminds him of liquid mint ice tea, she is glaring at him, shooting ice cubes, like to ask him to stop, but stop what? He watches her from underneath, his warm, dark eyes full of passion, like chocolate melting under the sun. It soothes her. She takes a deep breath again and waits.

He crawls closer to her, not underneath but quite. He opens her legs more, feeling that her motions are heavy and uncooperative hm… let's do something about it he thinks. He grabs both her thighs from behind in a very firm and possessive way. His palms are open and his fingers are on her inner thighs. And then the first gasp fills the room. He moves his hands up and down. There is nothing delicate in his movement, he is pinching her skin under his fingers, with the full intention to leave marks.

Before he can place his mouth on her thigh he scratches it with his teeth. He hears a nearly audible "Ok" and a deep breath that follows. He lifts his head up to look at her. Her eyes are shut, her bottom lip is fully covered by her upper lip. She gets it, good! He loosens his gripon her, now he is caressing, now she can reopen her eyes

He sits on his bent legs, and puts his mouth on her thigh kissing it on the front. He takes her leg and gently nudges it to the side so he can have better accesses to her inner thigh. This time, there is no hesitation on her behalf. Much better. Placing his mouth fully open, he starts licking her from above her keen till the hem of her purple lace panties. His tongue is making a zigzag pattern on her skin. He can feel her shaking in anticipation, like a leaf in the spring wind.

Sharon closes her eyes and tries to focus on his touch, her body still feels the initial pain, that awful pain. It will vanish, eventually. The tension is rising.

He starts to lick the outline of her panties, starting very slowly from the bottom of her thigh reaching to her hip, and with his teeth he grabs a piece of her skin right where the small string of her panties lays and gives it a bite. She hums. He repeats it on the other thigh, very slowly. But this time at the end of the journey he places a sound kiss on her hip. She smiles.

He looks in her eyes, they are distant, he doesn't have access to her yet. It reminds him of foggy autumn days. He bends his head a little and with the tip of his nose pokes lightly at her sex through her panties and starts his journey from her entrance; moving slowly upwards, applying just enough pressure to her until he reaches the hem of her panties. He places a kiss right where he can see a tiny ribbon on the lace. He moves on and arrives on her belly button, lapping at it with his tongue. He stops, needing a minute and he places his forehead on her stomach. He breathes her in.

Her body is flush from wet waves of heat, he can smell it on her, feel it on his chin. She is trying not to drown under them, trying to navigate with him, with his touches, with his deep breathes. The pain is still there. He knows it, he sees it. In her arms the familiar tingling is building. Ah more pain. She tries to squeeze her hands, to move them so maybe it will fade.

He stands up. Placing his hands on her waist and with open palms starts moving them up to her ribcage. His fingers are tapping her skin like a piano player who plays his favorite music. He kisses her between her breasts, one single, simple kiss. With his nose he starts to trace very delicately the outlines of her bra, from right to left, from left to right, up and down. Goosebumps are beginning to showing up on her flesh. She is amused by her own response, after the heat and the burn, now she feels like snowflakes are falling down all over her. She wants to touch him badly, but waits

He is nibbling her neck, finding her secret spot right below her ear, the place where he caught her putting on perfume sometime. She moans, her body respond to him, going weak, he knows she is breaking.

Sharon feels the pain slowly fading, like the wind that always chases the awful clouds that obscure the bright and warm summer sun. Now she feels pleasure, now she feels free. Now she can touch him. He is smiling, she can feel him on her neck.

"Took you long enough", she hears him whisper.

His hands are in her hair, her brown locks interlace around his fingers. He places his mouth to her other ear and says "Take off my clothes, Sharon". He stays still, she take a step back and watches his dark eyes. She makes no sound, no motion.

He waits.

Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think, please.