I raised my eyebrows cheekily. "What the devil are you talking about? I took you to mean that I was performing in a perfectly satisfactory manner- oomph!" Andrew sat up, forcing me to kneel alongside him, and kissed me hotly, holding my head close with one hand.

I felt my whole body judder when I felt Andrew grasp my breast, squeezing it lightly! I moaned into his mouth, overwhelmed as he massaged it though the thin fabric of my shift. Then both of Andrew's hands were on my bosom, feeling me blatantly, caressing my chest tenderly, his thumbs rubbing across my nipples!

I felt a pressing need to do something, the pressure, the need inside me was great, but I wasn't sure what action to take to make things happen, and I felt frustrated. I pulled away from Andrew and bit my lip, then decided to reach for his erection, noticing it had more of that white fluid at the tip, by a hole at the end.

Andrew groaned in a throaty, gravelly way that made me feel that matters were all the more urgent when I wrapped my hand around his member and experimented with constricting it mildly. I pouted when he reached down to stop me. "(Y/N), remember what we discussed?" I nodded. "Your touch is too erotic to me, if you keep going I will spend myself before I have had the chance to show you that which I want to share the very most."

Now I was extremely curious, enough to actually acquiesce and let go! I couldn't help but smile, how exciting! "What is it? Tell me!"

Andrew smiled, a seductive smile that made me feel those same butterflies in my stomach, while at the same time, a burning heat in between my legs. "It really needs to be shown. Tell me, do you touch yourself?"

Really? What a foolish question; way to ruin the ambiance! "How could anyone avoid touching themselves, Andrew? I do it all the time." I touched my left hand with my right pointer finger. "See?"

I fell forward onto Andrew's shoulder with a gasp when he smirked at me and said, "I mean here," as he slipped one of his hands up under the edge of my chemise and it brushed against the fabric of my drawers, between my legs!

I clung to Andrew as he kept his fingers there, there! My drawers, like most, had an open crotch seam, and Andrew soon realized this. I felt him separate the fabric and actually touch me! I began panting; I had never felt anything like I felt with him touching me like that.

Andrew moved his fingers, as though he were looking for something, and then: Paradise! I just clung to his chest and turned my head towards Andrew's neck. "God! God, oh God!"

I heard Andrew saying, "I take it you didn't know about that?" But I couldn't respond, I could hardly support myself enough to stay kneeling. I just moaned and held on for dear life. "It feels good?" I managed a weak affirmative grunt. "Good. Then let's get this off."

Andrew steadied me as he helped me remove my shift. I was eager for more of his ministrations, so I took off my drawers impatiently, only to see Andrew was staring and had fallen silent.

Instantly self-conscious, I reached for my chemise, but Andrew held it away. "Please, no, wait! I've never seen anyone so sublime as you! I cannot believe we will be married! I cannot believe my luck!"

I felt the burning need increase. I could scarcely think. There was just the incredible hunger for Andrew. "I-I want you, to be together-"

I was frustrated when Andrew shook his head. "(Y/N), the first time coupling, for a woman, it is painful. I do not want to hurt you the first time we are together, the first time we see each other this way. Moreover, we are not married yet. If I put a baby in you, but we are not married right away, how would that look? It would follow our child around all its life."

Tears sprung at my eyes. "But, what do I do, I want-"

Andrew embraced me closely, giving me a quick kiss. "I will show you, my firebrand. Lay back." I did as he said, and the fire in me burned brighter when he placed kisses on my nipples, nibbling one lightly, then sucking briefly on the other.

"Spread your legs." Again, I did as he said. Andrew kissed down my stomach, and I felt myself tense with anticipation. Was he going... there?