continued…

See… I had a plan to incorporate this into the new chapter but it's not working out so ill just give it to yall separately… do you love me, or do you love me… or do you hate that you love me… either way you love me, huh? Anyway here is the smut that will fill your filthy minds. I dialed it down ALOT because... just because... and did I proof read this? no... im sorry.

This entire thing is rated M:

"…Are you trying to get into my pants again?" Her voice is hoarse as he is trailing light wet kisses to one side of her neck as he brought her closer by the blanket that draped around her.

"Well… since you don't have pants on… or underwear, I'm just trying to get into you."

Pulling away from him, she held his face between her palm before gasping playfully.

"Robert Sullivan are you trying to… seduce me?" He let out deep chuckle from within his throat before pressing his lips against hers followed by multiple.

"Only if it's working…" He whispered bringing his hand around from her back and caressing her waist softly. "Is it working?"

She says nothing, their noses touching as feels his fingers inch closer and closer to the one place that would force the pads of her toes to meet the sole of her foot. The undeniable heat filling the pit of stomach while her breathing became heavier. His other hand rubbing against her thigh lightly.

The anticipation of something… anything causing friction on her lower half was almost enough to make her burst. That and the gaze that each of them held with one another.

"Is it?" He asks again and he pulls away from her lips, having just a few centimeters separate them again. Moving his hand down, she could feel her heartbeat throughout her entire body as his hand closes the distance.

She inhales deeply once his thumb just barely grazes her clit and he goes lower catching arousal with his finger. "Seems like it's working." His eyes go to trace the cupid's bow that edges the top of her lip then returns to her hooded lids.

Sighing at the feeling of his finger being dragged back up. "Oh…it's working.". Even if only twenty minutes ago she had her teeth sunk into the skin that covered his shoulder attempting to silence herself at the intensity of the peak.

"Yea?"

Andy nodded her head never breaking eye contact, as his thumb repeatedly moved over her essence and she leans her forehead against his, it was not enough. She needed more. Earlier, she didn't mind the tease, the nibbling and biting, the touching slowly, all of it. She did not mind it, but now, she was in no mood for patience. She could feel him hard underneath her and it was just increasing the pace of the blood that circulated through her veins.

The wait, it was excruciatingly painful… and the only thing that would accomplish subsiding it was him. Him being deep inside her, her sighing and moaning into his ear, encouraging him to go faster… or slower, or to keep the pace that he sets. Just the imagery that makes its way into her head causes the flood between her thighs to overflow and her head tilt back just an inch.

She feels the warmness of his breath lightly on her neck before his teeth bites on the same place sending a chilled shiver down her spine. She only has a small bit of restraint and it is gone in twenty seconds. She takes ahold of his wrist, the one that is attached to the hand that is purposely making her wait, the one that is seemingly making a mockery of her excitement. And she bring her head forwards and they watch each other, he has a taunting smirk wiped over his face as she narrows her eyes to him.

Licking over his bottom lip, he looks down at her hand and back up with the same sneering look. She knows the game he tries to play, she ends up losing every match. "Sully…"

He doesn't say anything, he just keeps eye contact for a few seconds… she pulls his hand out and he lifts his eyebrow.

Andy sit up on her knees, palm him in her hand and she can feel the veins that surrounds him pulsating. She gives him a few strokes and places him directly where she was easily sink down, but she waits, it kills her to do so but she does.

"mm… then what?" He teasingly whispers up to her, awaiting her next move. Slowing letting her thighs relax, she tugs at her lip as she hears a sigh escape him when she sinks lower and lower until it is all she can take. She takes a minute to allow her muscles to contract to his size, it has been two months and thirteen days since they've let themselves connect in this way if you do not count the intercourse they both shared moments ago. She rest an arm on his shoulder until she feels as though she is ready. His eyes are dark and his breathing matches hers but he holds his when she looks directly into his eyes. He takes a look in between their bodies and watches as he disappears and come back into his sight. Appearing glossier each time she would take him in.

He knows that she is holding back on something that he takes so much pleasure in hearing. It causes him to look up and her bottom lip is between her teeth, muffling the moans that would be heard throughout the house, but no one is there. Snaking an arm around her waist, he stops her movement and now only the tip is inside. Both of their chests heave up and down and she's confused. It feels way too good to stop, she takes an attempt to push back down but it doesn't work, his arm only grips tighter for restriction.

The blanket that is doing a poor job at covering her chest, he brings it over her, exposing one shoulder. There is a mark there from earlier that she scolded him about and he places his lips in the same spot then he moves to the crease in her neck and sucks there for a short time and trail them to her lips. The feeling of just the tip being left inside her was testing every nerve that his body hosts.

"Pl-" Just as she is about to plead, he slams her down onto him roughly causing a loud gasp to fall from her lips. He takes a few seconds to calm himself down as he looks up at her parted lips and her eyes are closed. Gently wrapping his free hand around her neck, he brings her face to him, touching their mouths together.

"Andy…" He groans and she moans softly into his mouth. "Your eyes… open them."

She takes a minute, but they flutter open, but not wide, they open just enough for him to a slit of her pupil. He removes his hand and places both underneath her to assist her to move. A light coat of sweat covers his forehead as she struggles to keep her eyes open from the sensation of him being buried deep inside of her as she cries out profanities into his mouth. She can feel him thrusting forward, meeting her halfway each time, intensifying and causing the feeling in the pit of her belly to grow faster.

A "Fuck" groans off his tongue when she clenches herself tighter around him over and over. She is surprised when he wraps her hair the is fallen over her back in his fist and softly pulls her hair back. Her mouth is open but nothing comes out as he fucks her senseless and kisses every inch of her chest. Her breast bouncing up and down and he takes a second to admire them before he hears her announce that she is about to release. He lets go of her hair and usually he would try to make her hold on to it… try and prolong it until he is ready, but he is with her.

She mutters a gritted "Oh my Go-" into his ear as she spills all over him while squeezing his shoulder hard and he is right behind her, riding their highs out together. Her face falls to the crook of his neck and his head falls back onto the sofa seat.

Ten minutes of gradually fading heavy breathing and the thoughts wondering both of their head of what just took place, he places a kiss to her forehead. "Do you have school in the morning?" His voice is raspy and it makes the hairs on her arm rise. She shakes her head and buries her face closers to his neck. "Tomorrow's you off day?" She shakes her head again. "You're tutoring someone?" And that's when she tiredly nods her head. "I will do it for you…" He brings the blanket and covers her bare back with it and she lifts up pecking his lips once.

"Thank you."

"We'll take a shower and we'll take the drive back to Seattle."

"I'm tired."

"You can sleep at the loft..." He says and he stands up from the ground with her legs wrapped around his waist. Walking them upstairs, there is a bathroom in the room that was assigned to him and he turns on the water.

"I should probably go apologize to Maya…but I can do it tomorrow."

Sitting her on the counter as they wait for the water to warm, she wraps herself in the blanket more.

"What happened?" He asks as he tucks her hair behind her ear, and she shrugs.

"I've just been bitchy for the last couple of weeks and she's dealt with it… I told her she was being possessive when she told me not to come see you tonight…"

"I'm sorry…" He says softly, grabbing her hand and moving his thumb across the finger that once held her ring.

"It's okay… I don't want to talk about it anymore…" He notices that she keeps her eyes looking anywhere but his lower abdomen and shoulder.

"Andy…" She looks directly up at him and he sighs and reroutes from the conversation that he knew wouldn't be good right now. "I begged Vic to not tell you… its not her fault. She wanted to so many times, but I would not let her. Same with Lucas."

She rolls her eyes and looks to the shower, but he turns her head back in his direction. "I said I don't want to tal-"

"I know… but still. She only came over there twice not including the day you found out and each time she cursed me out in words that I didn't even know existed in the English language… Don't be mad at her… she loves you and so does Lucas."

"She sent me a Valentine's day gift…"

"And I continue to get cursed out each time you don't answer her calls. I have an entire essay in my text messages about it." Andy giggles and pushes him back, heading for the shower.

"No funny business Robert. I'm sleepy."

"Mhm…"

hopefully i will have the next chapter out soon.