"I like this nightgown, it's pretty."
I raised my head up from his chest to meet his eyes. "You really think so, babe?"
He smiled and rubbed my back reassuringly. "Yes, I do. It reminds me of that milf from Little House on the Prairie."
I chuckled and nuzzled my head back into his chest. He'd recently confessed to me a fantasy he had about his favorite show, and though I laughed at him at the time, I was secretly curious about it.
"I'm glad you like it, baby. I got it just for you."
"Oh yeah?" I could hear the excitement in his voice and I smiled even wider.
"Oh yeah, Andrew." I lifted my head again and gave him a peck on the lips.
He raised his head to give me a deeper kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth a little bit. I love his tongue. I love to suck it, feel it twist against mine, feel it taste my skin. I sighed when he pulled back and smiled at me, he's so handsome. Caramel skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. Such a cute, goofy smile.
"I'm so lucky."
He chuckled, "How so?"
"Because I have you."
He blushed a bit and did that thing with his mouth he does without realizing it, I love that.
He tightened his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, I love these kinds of mornings. When we wake up and just lay with each other, it's like it's just us in the world at that moment. I wish this moment could last forever. I wish we could last forever.
"You know, I'm pretty lucky too."
I could hear his voice rumble from deep inside his chest and it gave me chills, he has such a nice voice. Deep, manly, a little sweet.
"How so?"
He gave a big sigh before answering. "Because I have such a cute girlfriend."
"Heck yeah, you do."
We both laughed at that. We've always had good chemistry, from the first day we met. We talked on the phone that night for hours, we fell asleep together. Things have only gotten better since it's a little scary. There's a little voice in my head, a voice filled with anxiety and insecurity. It tells me to slow down, push him away, don't believe the things he says. Don't let him in. This morning I've decided to ignore that voice.
"Andrew?"
"Yes, Summer?"
"I want you."
He sucked in a breath, his hands tightening into my nightgown. I know I drive him crazy, it makes me feel so powerful. I know that all I have to do is look at him a certain way and he's mine. He has the same effect on me.
"Okay, baby."
His hands immediately go under my gown to grip my ass, Andrew isn't one to beat around the bush. When he wants me, he takes me.
"Someone's not wearing panties," he whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"I want to give you easy access."
I push him onto his back and straddle him, his dick is already tenting his boxers. I sit on it firmly, my juices making the fabric cling to my bare pussy. I can feel his heat, I can feel him throb under me.
"Tell me what you want, daddy." I lightly scratch my nails down his chest, admiring the contrast of my pale skin on his dark chest. He groaned and flexed his hips underneath me, raising me a little and making me bite my lip.
"I want you, Summer.