Asking for Andre by Minx Malone

movement with intensity.
    “What?” Casey swallowed nervously as he slid down between her legs. Was he really going to…?
    He was. Her heart stuttered a few beats before pounding madly. He pushed her legs open and stared at the damp cotton as if it held the answers to every question he wanted to know. As he traced the edges of the thin white panties with his fingers, she reflexively tried to close her legs.
    “Be calm, piccolina . I’m just looking at you.” He gently pulled her panties to the side, baring the neatly trimmed curls on top of her mound. At his sudden, harsh groan, she was glad she kept the lips of her sex shaved bare. She did it for cleanliness but apparently it was arousing as well, probably the only sexy thing about her.
    “You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you.” He tugged the thin panties down her legs before slipping his arms under her bottom to hold her open.
    Then he put his mouth on her.
    Casey cried out, a long, keening sound that filled the room. She clenched her thighs, and he grunted at the pressure but didn’t raise his head. When his tongue darted out to flick her clit, she stopped breathing.
    “Again. Do that again.” Her head fell back into the cushions of the sofa, her neck no longer capable of supporting the weight. Need consumed her. She wanted more.
    She wanted the nip and thrust of his tongue. She thought back to their earlier conversation, at his promise that she had only to ask for anything she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she pushed up on her arms. He raised his head in inquiry.
    Considering that he was now her sex tutor, she shouldn’t be embarrassed about stating what she wanted but she squeezed her eyes shut anyway. “I need you to put your tongue inside me.”
    There was a heartbeat of silence before she was yanked by the legs until she fell flat. She opened her eyes and then let out a long, slow breath. Andre hovered over her, his beautiful eyes glowing, the veins in his neck standing out as he clenched his jaw.
    She thought briefly that he looked like a warlord, ready to ravage and conquer. He was more than man enough to deliver what she needed and enough of a gentleman to ensure that she’d never regret it.
    “Anything you ask for is yours. Especially my tongue.”
     
    She was stunning.
    Andre felt as if he were swimming in the deepest part of the ocean with no oxygen tank, no life vest. He was surrounded by her scent, overwhelmed by her taste.
    He was drowning in her and loving it.
    She tasted salty and sweet. The silky-soft skin of her sex was so warm under his tongue. Her core pulsed like the beat of a heart. He could taste her arousal rising with every sweep of his tongue. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every trembling breath. Rearing up, he took one in his mouth, tonguing the nipple until it swelled and hardened.
    “Andre…please.” Her voice sounded deeper, huskier and he marveled at the change. Could he really be the cause of that sultry tone? Were her soft cries all for him? He loved it, hearing her lose control, watching her slender fingers ball up into fists.
    He returned to lap at her pussy again before coming back to bite and lick at the twin points of her breasts. He took turns licking them until they were both plump and red. Despite her delicate build, she had perfectly proportioned curves. He could happily spend all day alternating between sucking on the juicy tips of her nipples and lapping at her creamy pussy lips.
    He grabbed one of the extra throw pillows from the end of the sofa and pushed it under her hips, elevating her until she was at the perfect height. He settled between her thighs, intent on taking his time. He would enjoy this, not just the physical act of having his mouth on her but the emotional aspects of making her scream his name.
    He wasn’t exactly sure why he was so obsessed with binding her to him sexually. He’d always thought himself an extremely modern man. With previous lover’s he’d never been