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asked, "Rest up?"
    His lips trailed up my neck until we were face to face. "I planned to keep you up for quite a long time tonight, Ms. Moore."
    "Well, then, I'm grateful you let me 'rest up.'"
    "Are you ready to go?"
    I was a little disappointed that we were leaving. "I thought we were going to start here." I said timidly.
    How does he do that to me? One minute I'm a nervous wreck, the next minute I'm a whore wanting to be spanked.
    "What?"
    Apparently, that last thought came across on my face. "I missed you."
    "I missed you too. I thought the hotel would be more comfortable."
    I took a better look at Andrew, who was freshly showered, hair wet and in disarray, and he smelled like…hmmm…then I kissed him. Actually, French kissed him. We were far from the niceties. I wanted him, and I was sure that I couldn’t wait until we reached our hotel.
    Andrew moaned into my mouth as he wrapped his arms around me. I squeezed out of them and pushed him onto his back as I straddled him. I yanked at his pants, as he helped me slide them down. "It's been too long, and I can’t wait."
    "I love when you take what you want, baby."
    He was going to really love me, because I was about to take exactly what I had been craving for. I quickly started to unbutton his shirt. Andrew finished for me, tossing it to the side while I pulled off my cardigan and lifted the tank top over my head. I looked down as he stared at my breasts. The look of anticipation in his eyes was priceless. I loved how this man made me feel. He always seemed to want me, and God knows I always wanted him.
    I unhooked my bra letting it fall to my side as I stood to slide my pants and panties off. Andrew’s eyes glided down my naked body as if he was seeing me for the first time. For a split second, I felt self-conscious. His eyes dissected every inch of me, and when they reached my breasts, they stood at attention, ready to serve him in every way. His brow rose, as he moved back against the headboard signaling me to follow him.
    I climbed back on top of him as he took one nub into his mouth. My head fell back, as the sensation of his tongue sliding back and forth surged down to my core. I swear there was a line attached from my breast to my sex. Every nip, bite, and suck spoke directly to me, and when Andrew moaned, the vibration sent shock waves throughout my entire body. "Ah…I missed your mouth on me."
    Andrew looked up with that smirk and said, "I missed being buried inside of you." And with no warning, he lifted me up and slammed me down to the hilt. I screamed out, as he held me down, not moving until I brought my head forward to look at him. "Move," he commanded.
    I circled my hips, as I indeed moved. My speed picked up as the sensations grew. "Aug," was all I could pant out, along with incoherent words. The sounds from the friction were erotic as I continued to feel every stretch from Andrew.
    "Bounce, baby. Harder!" he groaned out.
    I placed my hands on his thighs behind me for leverage, while I did exactly that until I heard, "Oh. My. God!" as Amy's voice ranged out.
    We both looked over at her as she stood staring at the two of us like a deer in headlights. "Get out!" Andrew yelled.
    It took her a minute, but she finally came to, and left.
    Now, you would have thought that I would have been appalled, and climbed off Andrew right then. Surely, not continue on as she stood horrified while she watched. Yet, there was something about her seeing exactly what I could do for Andrew….
    Mine! Kept repeating over again in my mind. All the games she had played, and all the effort she had been making to try to "win" Andrew away was futile. I fell on top of Andrew's sweaty chest, as he twitched a few more times. We laid there while we both caught our breaths, not wanting the connection to break.
    "Sorry, about that," he said.
    "You're apologizing for that ?"
    "For Amy."
    "Why didn't you lock the door?"
    "I did."
    "How did she get in?"
    "She has a key."
    "Did you hear a
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