Andrew's gallery event was a huge success and the small after-party was a delight for everyone! Keiko and I enjoyed ourselves, my boss didn't get wasted for once and Greta shared beauty tips and advertised her new sales. All was as it should be....except for Andrew.

Since he walked away with Hanson, this old friend from the past, Andrew's mood wasn't the same that night. Sure, he came back just fifteen minutes later with all smiles...but I could feel that darkness around him. I could see it in his eyes that there was something wrong. Even after we arrived back at his apartment well after midnight I couldn't help but ask him.

"Who was that guy?" I asked as I began unzipping the dress. As much as I loved the glamor that damn thing was heavy and uncomfortable after a few hours. I peeled it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor right in the middle of his living room, leaving me in my just in my soft slip.

"Nobody important." Andrew sighed as he threw off his coat and tie and flopped down on the couch.

"Sure sounded important." I folded my arms over my chest and joined him on the couch. With the colder weather coming near, I could easily feel the draft in his loft-like apartment. His heating bill must cost a fortune. "He made you so upset just by showing up."

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"Okay," I said, feeling defeated.

I could tell this irritated him, which is not what I wanted, but before I got to lighten the mood he exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Hanson was a friend from my teen years...who worked for my father."

"Oh?" I asked nervously. "What did he want?"

"Money..." Andrew sighed again. "My old man is dead. He left some stones unturned, owed a few people."

"I'm so sorry."

Andrew shrugged as he unbuttoned his shirt and leaned back on the couch. "I have no sympathy for him...I feel nothing. I told Hanson I didn't have any money and barely make by as it is. My father's debts are NOT mine to carry, and to fuck off...pretty much."

"That's good I guess." There was that awkward thickness in the air and I hated it. You know the one where a conversation just stops and hangs in the air like a piano about to drop on you. I had to ease his tension. Smiling I leaned over and straddled his waist and crawled right up onto his lap.

"What are you doing?" He smiled, still, I could tell he was exhausted.

"You looked very handsome this evening." I smirked "In your suit and little bow tie...Like James Bond."

Andrew scoffed and threw his head back, "Yeah, Agent 006 maybe."

"Hey, that's one number away from the big time!" I laughed.

Sliding my arms around his neck I kissed him. His lips were soft and dry and tasted of bubbly liquor and what remained of the butterscotch he ate on the way home. That combined with the rough silk of his tongue made me feel warm, and soon my sensual kiss of comfort turned into a make-out session on the couch.

Subconsciously my hips ground into him as his own arousal responded to my warmth. Sliding my hand between us I rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, getting a sigh out of him. Although he was still insecure about his most sacred area, I was slowly being allowed to touch him more and more....through articles of clothing that is.

"Touch me." I yearned against his mouth.

His fingers snaked up my side, sliding up under the soft fabric I wore and cupped both of my breasts. His large hands massaging me firmly set a fire between my legs that I've felt many times before but never been able to extinguish.

"Will you have sex with me?" I felt so fucking stupid saying that, and I don't even know where it came from. There were so many other things I've could have said. Take me Andrew, or I want you or hell. even Please fuck me! - But nope, brain took the polite weird-ass virgin approach. Such a turn-on.

Andrew's lips left my neck and he pulled his head back and cocked an eyebrow. "Cora...Are you sure you're ready for that?"

I took his question with seriousness. Thinking back on the months we have dated and how much we have explored each other. Mainly it was him touching my body and giving me the best pleasures without intercourse and in my private time I have practice with various toys but nothing on the penetration's extreme because....well, I wanted it to be him.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "The thought of messing up scares me but...I just know I want you. I mean I really want you, like now."

"Like right now." he nodded with a smile.

Yep, I feel like an idiot. Embarrassed I raised on my knees and threw my hands over my face as the blood rushed. Way to ease into this situation, Cora.

"No," Andrew scolded, pulling my hands away from my face. "No doing that...there's no shame in this."

I groaned and let my head fall on his shoulder. Andrew chuckled against my neck. I felt his hand trail up my thigh and press against my aching center through the cotton of my underwear. I remained still, legs apart, my head still on his shoulder as his fingers moved in gentle circles. Only moments later he moved the cloth to the side and dipped two fingers in, using his thumb to stimulate my desires.

"Jesus woman...you're already wet."

I cried out and smacked his shoulder, even though I hated how embarrassed I got by his sexual talk. Another thing I planned to tarnish about myself. "Can I touch you?" I asked.

This time I was putting him in the corner, his fingers stopped the delicious torture and slipped out. He paused for a moment as if he were thinking then reached down and undid his pants. Lifting up, he pulled them down to his knees, springing his member free. In the process, I pulled the slip off my head and tossed it on the floor.

I gazed in absolute marvel at him. His complete naked body below me with only the dress shirt hanging off his biceps. He was truly a sight, and I knew I was the same. I could see his eyes grow dark with hunger as I lowered myself back down onto his lap, being careful not to press too close against him.

"If we're going to do this, it's going to happen slowly." Andrew firmly announced. "and I mean all of it...I want to take my time with you."

I smiled at that last part, it was something he always said when it came to sexual advances and he had been more than a gentleman with my body. I was a lucky one, especially now if he was going to drop his own insecurity and finally let a woman handle him.

"Give me your hand first," he snatched my wrist and brought it up to his face, examining my fingers.

"I don't have long nails, Andrew." I rolled my eyes, already knowing what it was he was checking. "I'm not going to stab them into your dick."

"Just checking..." he said, still picking at my fingertips. "Can't be too careful these days."

"Quit it," I said pulling my hand from his. "That feels weird."

Andrew snatched up my hand again, this time he brought it to his lips and kissed my palm. There were no words and he lowered my hands down his body and wrapping me gently around his shaft. The second my skin touched that forbidden part of him Andrew exhaled and lean his head back against the couch.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not realizing how long it's been since a woman has touched him.

"Yeah," he smirked. "If you can be brave so can I."

"Then can you trust me to not hurt you and let go of my hand?"

"I will in a minute." He stayed still, his hand still firming around mine as I softly squeezed him.

"Just guide me then."

He nodded and bit his lower lip before slowly moving my hand up and down. I didn't squeeze or pull to anything, only relaxing so he could use me as a tool to free himself. It was both strange and amazing how this situation suddenly turned from me being the nervous one to him.

I felt his body relax beneath me as he released a long sigh and let go of my hand. For some reason, when he did so I removed mine as well.

"What are you doing?" he asked, "You stay there."

"Okay," I giggled like an idiot before placing my hand around him again, gently stroking him. It gave me a new sense of strength and confidence as we remained on that couch. Now I wanted him more than ever, to break that barrier between both of us.

Watching him closely he seemed to be enjoying it, resting his head back with eyes closed relaxed but also eager. It made me feel good in the weirdest way, that for once I was giving him pleasure. I was doing everything in my power not to get giggly like a teenage girl, but oh my god I was touching him! Perhaps I could do more.

Eyeing his member I took a breath and leaned down. I was slowly sliding off his knees before he snapped and grabbed my shoulders, yanking back up into his lap.

"No Cora!"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to move too fast...I just wanted to."

"You're not sucking my dick." He finished for me. "Not that it's a bad thing I just...I don't want that."

"Okay." I pouted.

"It makes me feel like I'm degrading you, okay."

"I understand."

"Good," Andrew smiled and leaned back. "Now get back to it and keep both hands on the wheel missy or we'll crash."

"You're such an idiot." I rolled my eyes. Still, I did what I was told and went back to what I was doing.

This time with both hands I explored him with more confidence and equal curiosity. Touching him, gripping firmly, and pumping until he grunted against me. At first, I thought I had gone too far again, or perhaps I hurt him but his hips thrusting upwards told me otherwise.

Making his next move, Andrew's hand went back to doing its previous torture and slipped back into my throbbing core. Every time I reacted against him he responded to me and vise versa.

This new, exciting route of sexual pleasure of our hands-on each other with his fingers hitting all the right spots pushed me over the edge. Causing me to have an orgasm right there in his lap.

His fingers left me but I was still unsatisfied. Almost in a possessed state of mind, I raised myself to him and positioned him at my entrance. Andrew grabbed my hips and pushed me back down. "No, not yet."

"Damn it, Andrew!" I cursed as I grabbed his shoulders.

"Someone's sexually frustrated."

"It's not funny!"

"I'm sorry." he chuckled, pulling at the seam of my underwear. "Let's get these off."

I exhaled and climbed off his lap. Almost staggering like an idiot, my legs already felt weak from that orgasm. I did my best to slid out of the last garment I had on while he pulled off his shirt.

"Come here." His hands gripped my waist and pulled me against him. Straddling him, I slid my arms around his next as he pulled me into an embrace and kissing me hard.

I think it was my very first time being absolutely naked with him. Feeling his raw warmth, his soft skin and muscles against my own flesh stirred me. Slowly I rocked against him, showing him now more than ever that I still wanted to go further.

Rising just slightly I slid myself over his shaft, lacing and coating him with my silk. I continued this, slowly grinding until my heart was pounding in my ears.

"There you go babe," he cooed. "Let them get to know each other a little first."

"Andrew." I moaned against him. Still surprised how this man had a sense of patience with a woman so desperately trying to impale herself on him. How much more convincing did I need to make to prove to him that I was more than ready to have him.

"Alright, Cora." Andrew's voice was deep and soft as velvet. "No more waiting."

He pushed against me and I lifted up, repositioning myself above him as he held himself stable, pressing the tip of his manhood into my heat. "Take your time and ease down when you're ready." He whispered while peppering kisses along my body. "...and keep those beautiful eyes on me. I want to watch you experience this."

It felt so awkward not to look down and see how to "properly" make this connection. I began to feel nervous again until I felt his hands on my waist, guiding me. Looking into those burning amber eyes I melted into him. Mouth agape, gasping as I slowly took him fully.

There was that intense pressure as he stretched me but not once was there an ounce of pain, creating this immense sense of pleasure, tingling, and fulfillment. Even as we began to move there was nothing but total bliss.

It was the best feeling in the world, relaxing and exhausting with a rare euphoria of being perfectly synced with Andrew. The feeling was literally like finally sliding a key into a lock after fumbling for it in the dark, and getting it right on the first try.

It was that exact sense of satisfaction Andrew was giving to me.

Another chapter up and my my is it hot in here or just me?

Also, completely forgot to writ it in but always use a condom boys and girls lol Practice safe sex, don't be like these two.

Other than that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.