A snuggling warmth surrounded us as we settled in the greenhouse. Beautiful plants layered the outer walls on small tables and a few ferns hung in a single roll above us. Its Gothic structure allowed the rain to run down at an angle and eventually fall in a lustrous blur over the glass. Concealing us from the world outside.

We rested on the blanket in the center of the small room and watched the rain beat against the glass. The smell of fresh soil and floral nectar combined with the rain in the air. Wrapping up warmly in his leather jacket, I sit quietly and watched him. Observing closely for any signs of an oncoming trigger. There was no lightning, but occasionally a soft roll of thunder would echo over us. Andrew would pull his knees up and rest his elbows on top, Sometimes inhale sharply, taking a sudden breath.

I could tell he was getting nervous because he would softly rub his thumb in circles over two of his fingers. A small mannerism I picked up on when his anxiety wanted to act up. That told me it was time to stir things up a bit.

Scooting up against him, I wrapped my arm around his and began softly kissing on his neck. Working my way up I nibbled on his ear and jawline and when he turned to me I attacked his lips head-on. I never really found myself as the seductive type nor did I have any skill in the craft, but if it meant keeping his mind on me and not on the storm...might as well try.

"Are you okay?" I asked between kisses, looking into his pupils completely shook with fear.

"Yeah,"

"You're a bad liar," I nudged him, sliding my arm around his neck. "If you feel yourself leaving, just look at me."

"So you're going to distract me for a whole hour?" he smirked.

"I've done it all night once...remember?" I held onto his neck and pulled him down onto the blanket next to me. "I think I can handle one hour."

His lips found their mark once again. I loved it when he kissed me, he was so tender yet so daring. Soft lips nudging, sucking, biting, in his own secret language when words just weren't enough. I felt his hands trail down from my waist stopping my hips, his thumb massaging my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. I gasped against his lips when I felt his hand slither up my dress, touching my skin beyond the stocking.

I wasn't afraid. Andrew made me feel safe and shielded, even when he doubted himself I knew he understood my wants... my needs. His hand stopped, resting firmly on my stomach. I felt myself shudder like the night I placed it there the first time. That photo shoot was the best memory of my life. The way my heart beat so hard it made my ears ring. I had never done something like this before and with it brought a whole new excitement.

Still, he waited with his hand lingering. He was such a gentleman I could smack him. Taking a bold step, one much bigger than that night I left the bathroom in his shirt. I hooked my leg over his waist, placed my hand over his, and guided him down. Was I thinking clearly before I acted on such actions? Nope. Did I regret it afterward when I felt his digits sink so deeply into my core? Absolutely not.

Andrew pressed his weight against me until I was resting comfortably on my best. I leaned my head back against his arm and let him ravish my neck while his hand continued to do things to make my body erupt like lava. I pressed my lips together to fight back a moan.

"Don't do that," Andrew said as he peppered kissed all over my face. His eyes growing dark with hunger. "Let me hear you."

Not once did I ever believe or understand how someone's words could reset your nervous system until you no longer knew how to operate properly until I found myself lying there on that greenhouse floor. It was the tone in his voice and that look in his eyes that completely destroyed me. I brushed my thumb across his bottom lip before reaching up and biting him, pulling him back down to me and tasting the sweetness of apple wine on his tongue.

Now, on a mission to hear my siren song. He pulled his hands away from me, leaving me cold and withering, but only for a second. Andrew was almost feral as he went for the buttons of my dress, starting from the top and wasting no time getting to the bottom. Laying there breathlessly I followed my own path, doing the same to the buttons of his shirt. Taking every chance I could to caress his bare skin.

Finally reaching his jeans I was only able to get his belt unbuckled before I felt his hands grab my wrist, stopping me once again. I gave him a frustrated groan.

"Not yet,"

"I'm beginning to hate it when you say that." I glared.

"Impatient aren't we?" Andrew winked.

Without warning his fingered hooked around the sides of my black panties. Something I was also forced to wear by Evelyn because one, white cotton screamed virgin, and two, they matched my stockings. Hoisting my hips off the ground with one slight lift of his hands, he pulled them completely off me.

It wasn't until that moment I realized the horror that only has no one seen me completely naked before, I wasn't exactly Victoria's Secret model. I almost yelped like a teenager as I drew my legs in and crossed them while my hands found their way over my face.

"No no," He warned me as he reached up and pulled my hands away from my face fully blushing. "We're not doing that."

"Andrew, I can't do this," I freaked out, "I'm not exactly..."

"Not exactly what?"

"Well...my boobs are small and my stomach is chubby-"

"Stop!" Andrew demanded as he threw his hand over my mouth and playfully shook it side to side. "Bad Cora," He scolded and flicked me on the nose. Hitting that one spot that will make your eyes water.

Andrew gently crawled over me until his face was just inches away from mine. A much louder roll of thunder shook the windows of the greenhouse. Andrew froze and shut his eyes tight before continuing to lecture and scold me.

"It's okay to feel insecure, but don't ever think you're ugly because your not. You're beautiful...and so fucking adorable," Andrew raised up and ran his hands over my body stopping at my waist and giving my flesh a firm squeeze. " And these right here? These are fucking perfect, love handles. Do you know why they call them that?"

"I know why they call them that Andrew."

He leaned back down and kissed me on my nose, "Good, I don't want to hear you down yourself again...or I will spank you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Well check you out, filthy girl" Andrew chuckled, roughly kissing my lips. "Just take a breath and relax."

Beginning again, he kissed with an eager vengeance and worked his way down my body. Exploring every inch of my body like uncharted territory, his lips caressing my flesh like I was something to worship. My breath hitched when his mouth reached that forbidden border, ignited that fire within me. Moving slowly at first and becoming more hungry, pushing my embers into ablaze.

I never thought anyone could ever make me feel this way. The only touch I knew from a man was either a harsh one or one with false intentions, used like a broken toy not worth anything. Not with Andrew, I fell under his spell and let his touch burn into me. It was becoming hard for me to think straight let alone catch my breath as the only word I could moan was his name, which set him off into a frenzy.

Reaching down I latched one hand into his dark hair and held him to me as a tight knot began to form in my stomach. I felt my blood pressure rise, swelling inside of me like a balloon. With the other I pulled his leather jacket over my chest, biting into the collar to muffle my sounds. Inhaling his scent mixed with the smell of leather sent me over the edge. I felt that knot inside exploded with a sensation I never felt before. Sending tremors down my legs and leaving my body in a pure state of ecstasy.

There you go ladies, Cora has experienced her first orgasm thanks to Andrew and it wasn't even through intercourse...yet. Again, I'm really no good with intimacy so I'm doing my best to make this delicate and not full on porn haha.

Feel free to give me feedback and let me know what you think about the over all chapter. As always, I hope you enjoyed it!