ALYSSA {MATURE CONTENT}

After I had my fun teasing Andrew, I was waiting for him to seek his revenge and to have his own fun with me, but it never happened and the rest of dinner passed with light conversation mixed with the odd comment about just how good I looked in both the moonlight and the candlelight—it turned out to be the most perfect date any man had ever taken me on and I couldn't even remember the last time I had this much fun.

Tanya would come and go, making sure everything was to our taste or to see if there was anything else which she could get for either of us, but there was never anything she could do and so she would simply return back into the building for another twenty minutes before reappearing again.

"Mr Collins, Miss Lopez, can I interest you in the desert menu at all?" Tanya held out two laminated pieces of paper.

"Well, Tanya, I am already looking at my desert and it looks positively delicious," Andrew said in a low voice and I could hear the unspoken promise in his tone as I felt his fingers caressing the skin just below the hem of my dress.

"Uh. I think w—we are just going to t—take the che—eque, ple—ease," I just about managed to get the words out as his hand slipped beneath my dress and began moving up my leg at an agonisingly slow pace as he made me feel sensations which I couldn't even begin to put into words. I should have known that he wasn't going to let me off that easily and that he was going to have his fun with me, as I had had my fun with him.

"Is everything alright, Miss Lopez?" Tanya asked and I didn't miss the slight concern in her tone nor the way she looked at me as though there was something seriously wrong with me. But, other than the fact Andrew was making me ridiculously wet without even touching me, I was more than alright and there was no need for her to worry about me.

"Yes, Alyssa. Is everything alright with you?" Andrew whispered as his lips met the side of my neck and he began to gently suck on the spot which always turns me into a hormonal mess, and I knew that was he doing this on purpose for what I had done to him at the beginning of the meal, but I sure as hell didn't regret doing it and I am sure Andrew wasn't going to regret this either.

"Uh. I'll be right back with the cheque then," Tanya shifted uncomfortably on the spot while she was averting her eyes somewhere other than the show which Andrew was putting on for her.

"Th—Thank yo—ou," I spoke breathlessly once Andrew finally moved his lips off my neck and moved so that he was sitting with a smirk on his face. He knew what the hell he had done to me and he was going to make me wait, much like I had done not two hours beforehand, but I didn't want to be a hormonal mess from this moment until we got back to whoever's house we were going back to. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

"You didn't really think I was going to let you get away with your little stunt earlier, did you?" I wanted to punch the smug grin off his face but, when he hands came to a stop at the top of my thigh, I was more interested in the dirty thoughts which were going through his mind in that moment. I just prayed to god that he didn't do what I think he was planning to do, otherwise there would be no holding back and Tanya really would get a show which she didn't want to get.

"I did it discretely. You gave the poor waitress an entire show and I wouldn't be surprised if she told Darren that she quits now," I muttered.

"No. If I had really wanted to give her a show, I would have taken you right here, all over this table, and not stopped, even when you begged me to do so," Andrew's breath hit my neck, sending pleasant shivers down my spine, as he moved his hand from my thigh and brought it back to the top of the table, finishing off the Whiskey as though he had done absolutely nothing to me moments before, "and, I can indeed confirm that I have the very same effect on you, as you do on me."

I didn't reply, rather using the time to calm myself down and finish off the last of the wine, hoping that I would be able to control myself long enough for him to take me home and for nothing to happen until we were in the safety of someone's apartment—preferably his given that I had slept with Darren in my bed more than once and I didn't think it would be appropriate to then sleep with Andrew in the very same bed.

I knew that was wishful thinking though because, the way I was feeling right now and just how much I wanted to feel Andrew's bare skin against my own, I could easily last all night and probably well into the morning as well. He had definitely been trained in the art of seduction, which was hardly surprising given the sheer number of woman he had slept with both before Rebecca and after Rebecca, but he sure knew how to make a woman want him.

He knew how to tease me, pushing me just to the edge so that I was always going to want more from him, and I wasn't going to let him go anywhere until he dealt with my growing itch. And he also knew how the hell to make me want him, and he didn't even have to try to make me want him either, I just wanted him and I was going to get him before the end of tonight.

"It would seem that the cost of your cheque has already been settled," Tanya's voice made me jump slightly because I hadn't been expecting her to return that quickly and, when I looked at her, I could see her eyes moving cautiously between the both of us to make sure she wasn't interrupting anything else again.

"Who settled it for us?" I asked a little too quickly.

"Mr Brent. He asked me to inform you that it was a gift from him to you and he hopes to see the both of you tomorrow evening, when you can repay him with a drink or two," Tanya relayed off the message which Darren had obviously given her to send back to the pair of us.

"Tell him that we are both thankful for his gift and that he may see me tomorrow, but he will definitely see his brother tomorrow," I smiled and didn't waste a moment as I grabbed hold of Andrew's hand and pulled him through the restaurant towards the exit.

I don't think I had ever moved so fast but, if we were to stay here for any longer than necessary, I don't even want to think about what could have happened. I wouldn't have been surprised if Andrew had carried through with his promise and actually fucked me on the table, with my begging for him to stop but actually wanting him to continue, and I really didn't want to scar poor Tanya more than we already had done.

Once we reached the outside, Andrew demanded that the valet get his car, and to make it quick because we needed to get the hell out of here sooner rather than later. And, while the poor kid may not have understood what he was implying, I knew perfectly well Andrew's reasons for wanting to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible—I didn't fancy a night in the cells for indecent exposure and I also didn't want to give Darren's restaurant a reputation it didn't deserve either.

Andrew pulled me into his chest and, with my palms against his pecs, I could feel the rapid beating of his heart, as well as feel the slightly unsteady rhythm of his breathing as he leaned in towards me and moved his lips closer to my own. He didn't hesitate as he captured his lips with my own in a hard and passionate kiss, which was the very same thing I had been dying for him to do all night, since Darren ruined the moment earlier on, and I couldn't have been happier that it had finally happened.

"I have waited so damn long to do that, and I wasn't going to wait any longer."

The kiss brought back my inappropriate thoughts with a vengeance and I couldn't help but imagine just how desperate he was going to be once we got into the bedroom. I knew I would be feeling Andrew for a couple of days and it would be a constant reminder of what happened this evening, not that I would complain, because I wouldn't mind feeling Andrew for a good few days and knowing that he had taken me to heights which no other had ever taken me to before.

"Your car, Mr Collins. I do hope that you have a safe journey home," the valet handed Andrew his keys and resumed his position behind the podium from which he greeted people, while I walked round to the passenger's side and he slid into his own seat, wasting no time in starting the engine and speeding away from the restaurant.

I am more than certain that we made it to, what I at least assumed to be, his apartment in record time and I am even more certain that Andrew picked up a speeding ticket or two during the manic drive back here. I had never seen a man more desperate for me than Andrew was right now, and it was almost amusing to watch him run from his side of the car to open my door for me, taking my hand in his own as he pulled me towards the building.

Had he not been in such a hurry to get me into his bed, I would have taken the time to admire the outside of the impressive building, but all I had time to notice was the glass which made up the windows of the various apartments and the flowers which were decorating the ground outside all the ground-floor apartments. I wasn't complaining about the urgency with which he moved, not when I wanted this just as much as he did, and it was going to be a fucking time long coming.

"Good Evening, Mr Collins," a voice called from the desk to the left side of the lobby.

"Evening, Jeremy," Andrew muttered and pushed me into the elevator the moment the doors opened.

"You know—" I didn't have time to even say what I wanted to say before his lips were on mine and his right hand had hold of both my wrists above my head as he forced me into one of the corners, using his knee to move my legs apart slightly. I could feel my juices soaking my underwear and a moan slipped from the back of my throat, which Andrew happily swallowed with his own mouth.

When the elevator came to a stop and opened straight into his apartment, I was impressed, and I didn't even bother to hide my slight amazement of the place. There was a huge ass living room, with a view which looked out over New York, and the TV was too large to even be normal. There was an archway which led to a stunning kitchen, which was absolutely spotless and I knew there wasn't a hope in hell that Andrew had been the one to clean it, and there was a door in the corner of the kitchen which I assumed must have led to his office.

"Why do you always seem so damn shocked by the things I own?" Andrew asked. He moved his lips so that they were leaving a trail of wet kisses along my jaw, moving at a steady pace towards my collarbone, and I couldn't resist throwing my head back so that he had better access to all the spots which would make me weak at the knees.

"I just fo—orget how mu—uch money y—you ha—ave," I replied breathlessly. His hands pushing the bottom of my dress up until it came to a stop at my hips, and the look which covered his face, anyone would think that he had just won the lottery. I had never seen someone so impressed with my body and, the fact Andrew was worship me was though I was some sort of god, only made the blush on my cheeks all the more obvious than it previously had been.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Alyssa Lopez," his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper as he knelt down in front of me and pushed my legs further apart, leaving gentle kiss along the inside of my thigh, only stopping every few minutes to look up in awe at me.

"Andrew," I moaned in sheer frustration. The closer he got to me, the more impatient I grew, but the sound of his name coming from my mouth was all it took for him to remove my underwear. But, because he was Andrew and he knew how to make a woman go crazy in the bedroom, he had to use his teeth to pull them down and he deliberately nipped at my clit as he did so.

"I love that this is all for me. It will only ever be for me," Andrew proclaimed loudly as he claimed me with two fingers. I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to consume me, a moan slipping from my dry lips, his fingers bending with each movement he made and I could feel the familiar clenching in the pit of my stomach already building—I had used my fingers before but they were nothing compared to the way Andrew was making me feel right now.

"Fuck," it was the only word I could think of when he moved his mouth to cover my clit, sucking it ferociously, and increasing the pace with which his fingers were moving. I could feel the knot becoming tighter and I knew that I was already close to my release, and I wasn't even ashamed that it had happened this quickly, not when Andrew possessed that skill which he was displaying.

With each stroke of my inside walls, the sensation became overwhelming, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, not with the way I was arching my body closer to his mouth and his fingers, and not with the sound of my moans which were now filling his apartment. I opened my eyes to see that Andrew was staring up at me, his lips glistening with my juices and, with a subtle nod of his head, I took that as my queue to come.

With one forceful push of his fingers, I fell apart, and my walls clenched around his fingers while he didn't stop licking and sucking until he had completely cleaned up an evidence of my release. And, admittedly, I had never seen something more hot in all my life, and I was silently begging for him to do that to me all over again, but he had other ideas and I am sure they were just as good as him eating me out.

"The bedroom is this way," he whispered with a brisk kiss on my lips, and all I could taste was the sweet remains of my release. But that didn't stop me from fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he guided me towards the end of the corridor, past five other doors, before we came to a stop at the one which he pushed open and he practically shoved me while he shook his shirt from his body just outside the door.

He then pulled my dress off and that disappeared somewhere into the darkness, carelessly dismissed as he had done with all my other items of clothing, and he skilfully removed my bra before I even had the time to register what the hell he was doing, that joining the dress somewhere in the darkness of the room as we continued towards the bed.

"I need you, Andrew, and I need you now," I pulled away from him. His eyes were dark with desire and that only turned me on all the more, knowing that he was feeling that way because of what he was seeing, much like I was practically foaming at the mouth when I finally saw Andrew topless and standing in front of me.

His muscles were even more obvious now they weren't concealed by a piece of cotton and his chest, though it wasn't toned to perfection as people assumed it to be, was still drool-worthy and I was going to enjoy marking it tonight so that everyone would know he belonged to someone. He was the stuff of wet dreams and, for tonight, both he and his body were all mine and I was going to enjoy them while they were being handed to me on a plate.

"Please," I had never been one to beg but, when I was this sexually frustrated and the man who could solve that problem was simply staring at me, I would resort to begging to make sure I got what I needed right now.

"Bed," that one word did so much to my body and promised me so much more. I usually hated it when people told me what to do but, in this instance, I was being dominated by a gorgeous man in the bedroom and I wasn't going to complain, not when he knew what I wanted and he was the one person who would be able to give it to me.

I moved with little grace, tripping over something at the end of the bed, as I fell backwards onto the mattress and found myself smirking at the tower of muscle who was stood before me in all his naked glory. I didn't see him, more felt him, kneel on the edge of the bed with one knee between my legs and I could feel myself unintentionally writing beneath him. I was desperate to create some friction between his leg and my core, and I was willing to do anything in order to make that happen for me.

"Don't worry, baby. I can make all of that go away," his mouth moved down my body and took one of my nipples into the wetness, his tongue swirling around it slightly, while he pulled at the other one with his spare hand. I arched my back towards his bare body, my words coming out as inaudible moans, because I needed this and I needed it right now. "Are you sure about this, Alyssa? Once it happens, there is no going back."

His gaze was locked on mine and I found that I couldn't look away from his beautiful eyes. But I couldn't believe that he was asking me that now, not when he had stripped me totally naked and made me so damn aroused that I was struggling to remember what day of the week it was, and he was already above me with everything on show—I would have told the idiot before it got to this point if that isn't something I wanted to happen.

"Yes," I said breathlessly and he nodded at me as he pushed at my thighs so that I was available for him to make his move on my body.

The moment I felt his head at my entrance, my hands gripped the sheets beneath the both of us, and I found myself holding my breath in anticipation of what was about to happen. My eyes fell closed and I pushed my hips towards, hoping that he would get the silent message of just how desperate I was, and enter me with everything he has. Because that's what I wanted, I wanted to feel him, and I wanted to remember that he was the man who had taken me to heights I had never before been able to reach.

"Aly, sweetheart, look at me," I felt his breath against my face. And, despite everything I was feeling, I forced myself to open my eyes and to find his intense stare as he held my legs either side of his body, "I want to see you as I enter you."

And, in one quick movement, he thrust into my pussy with more force that I had ever expected, and I wasn't even given time to get used to his size before he was pulling out and thrusting back into me again. His eyes never left mine as he continued to move, and I moved my hands from the sheets, to grip hold of his shoulders with my nails digging into his back with an unfathomable amount of strength as my legs tightened around his waist and forced him to move faster.

"Alyssa," my name came from his throat with an intense moaning, as he forcibly picked up the speed at which he was moving, and I couldn't prevent my eyes from closing as I felt the all-too familiar knot in the pit of my stomach once again, arching my back and meeting him thrust for thrust. I had never felt pleasure this good before, not even with Darren, and I didn't think there was anything which would ever compare to this feeling—it was a euphoria which I never wanted to end.

It was a legal high which I could have any time I wanted it and there would be no one to tell me that it couldn't happen. I never wanted anyone other than Andrew to make me feel this good, the pure bliss and passion were second to none, and I didn't want any other woman to have Andrew had intimately as this again.

"Andrew. Oh fuck, Andrew," I called out because it was too much now, each time his thumb brushed my clit and slammed his length into me, the pleasure was overwhelming and I didn't want to hold back anymore, I wanted my release, "Andrew, I can—"

"I know. But, just wait for me," as much as I wanted to refuse that command and allow all my pent up pleasure to come out, I had never been able to turn down a challenge, and I found myself hanging on at the precipice for his permission, my nails continuing their assault on his back as a friendly reminders of what had happened the night before when he awoke in the morning. But, with the force I was using, I was surprised that all of nails were still intact and none of them were broken. "Now, Aly, cum now."

And it was those four words which pushed me over the edge and sent me into a frenzy which I had never before experienced. His body shivered above me as I felt his release fill up and I convulsed around him, shouting his name louder than I had ever shouted anything before in my life, and I milked it for all it was worth until my legs dropped and slowly pulled out of me.

He rolled the both of us over so that my head was resting against his sweaty chest, the stench of our evening workout filling the air, while he wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me as close to him as I could go without actually being on top of him. The sound of his rapid heartbeat echoed through my ears and our ragged breaths filled the silence around us.

I felt his warm lips against my forehead and he used his free hand to pull the loose sheets over the top of our naked bodies. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so exhausted from sex, but I could feel the ache in every one of my muscles, and I couldn't fight against the tiredness which was beginning to consume me as I attempted to stifle a yawn.

"You said that you would give me an answer before the end of the night," Andrew mumbled against my ear as he moved some of my hair, which was sticking to my head from the sweat which was sticking to my body.

"And you said you just wanted dinner, there was no mention of sex," I muttered back with a slight smile. I guess I always knew that this was going to happen and I was never going to walk away from tonight not having slept with Andrew, and I think that he knew that as well, simply because he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"You started it," Andrew chuckled and he wasn't wrong. I had indeed started it and he had been the one to finish it, but I wasn't complaining, not when I was sated as I was right now, "but maybe I will allow you your second date tomorrow, and maybe I will meet the rest of the family as well."

"Goodnight, Aly," Andrew chuckled with a gentle kiss on my head while his hand lightly caressed my bare arm.

"G'night Andrew."

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