As the days turned into weeks, Andrew fell into a dangerous, exhausting routine.
After college and team work at the workshop, he would often head straight to Elena's house. What started as "progress meetings" had become something far more intimate. Elena welcomed him with open arms.
At Elena's luxurious villa, the afternoons and evenings blurred into a haze of affection and passion. Elena would greet him at the door with a deep kiss, pulling him inside like she had been waiting all day. They would talk about Luna for a short while, but the conversation always shifted.
She loved spoiling him, cooking his favorite meals, buying him expensive clothes, and taking him to her bedroom where she would ride him slowly, whispering how much she needed him, how he made her feel alive again.
Andrew would take her gently at first, then more passionately as she learned to enjoy it, her soft moans filling her bedroom as he fucked her on her bed, against her desk, or in the shower.
