personally, i just love the idea of andrew’s girlfriend making him absolutely insatiable. he’s not very sexual by nature, and he’s always nervous to make the first move. but after 3 months of being with you— younger, bubbly, kind, you… he’s taking on a new form.
you could be standing with his brothers at a party, nodding along to a drunken story & noticing pope getting spacey and quieter than usual. so, as a comfort, you smile and grab his hand. poor thing doesn’t know it’s just supposed to be sweet in the moment, and he’s turning to you so quickly and leaning down to shove his tongue in your mouth.
naturally you’re surprised, gasping with a soft giggle, “andy!” to which he immediately pulls back with smacking lips, “‘m sorry.” it’s so genuine it breaks your heart, which then leads to you pulling him into his bedroom to suck him off.
or, you’re sitting on the beach watching him surf one morning. laid across your long tanning chair, happily waving at him in your little bikini as he comes back to join you. deran’s a little further behind, chatting with adrian about the tide, when andrew makes his way to you. he stands above you, broad shoulders nearly covering the warm sun as you look up at him.
but his eyes are completely locked in on the movement of your chest, and the drops of water sliding off of him and onto you. a big, meaty hand reaches down, pawing at your chest in a trance as you guffaw.
“andrew!” “can we go home now?” he tries, still squeezing at your tits and slowly bringing a hand to squeeze at his cock. amused, you quickly stretch your hand out to grab his wrist before he starts palming at himself on this very public beach.
“you don’t wanna surf a little more?” you try, though you love how needy he’s gotten. he scoffs like it’s the last thing in the world he’d want to do, as he sits on your chair with his back to you, “no.”
smiling and shaking your head in faux-exasperation, you lean back for a final few minutes of sun…. until you hear and feel him again. running his big hand up your leg and pouting. “andrew cody-“ “love this color on you, sweetheart. wish you’d wear it all the time.” totally in his own world.
you finally grant him reprieve, standing as his puppy eyes follow you. with a low “c’mon tiger let’s go,” he’s up and throwing you over his shoulder.
happily leading you to his truck. hopefully you can make it home in time, but as he clambers in the passenger seat underneath you, i don’t think he can make any promises….
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