*Oona's POV*
There was nothing so delightful as feeling Andy's lips, tongue, and body and against mine, his scent and taste thick and beguiling, his slender, skillful hands gripping me firmly, here in his bed, his nest. I could sense Andy's desire for me, but he was holding back, only kissing, touching tenderly. I didn't have to read Andy's thoughts or feelings to know what was going on.
I had imbued enough desire, enough wanton lust, in the seed inside of Andy, that it was surely trying to drive him mercilessly to action. He hadn't been spending himself nearly often enough to satisfy the kind of urges that any seed of mine will give a human. No wonder Penemue had interrupted Andy during his personal moment! If Andy had ideas of his own... If he had developed feelings for me, he might be reluctant to just, well, fuck, to relieve the strain from the seed. He must have an iron will to be resisting the seed's push.
Andy stopped kissing me and looked at me, blushing shyly. "I thought you couldn't read my mind, Oona." We both laughed, and I kissed his pink cheek, he was so cute when he was embarrassed! "Thanks, gorgeous." Andy gave me a sexy, little eyebrow-raise, ugh, he was so smug! He must have heard that too, the expression got even cockier!
I squished against him shamelessly, taking one of his hands and placing it on one of my buttocks. "Andy, you have something inside you that needs relief. It's going to be uncomfortable until you ejaculate while you are thinking of me. While you don't have to, as one would say, 'fuck' me, per se, to obtain that release, there are other methods. I could perform fellatio on you, I could provide manual stimulation, or if you prefer, I could leave..." Andy frowned "... Or, I had other ideas as well, if you preferred. I could stay in the room, and provide a visual aid." Andy looked doubtful, but he must have caught on to what I was thinking, and hadn't said.
"Oona, what was the other idea you had? Speak your mind, it's ok." Andy leaned forward and kissed me softly on my neck, encouraging.
I was scared. I knew what Andy had said earlier about how he felt, I knew that he remembered our tryst during his dream travels. But was Andy just influenced by all the energy I had absorbed, did he really feel that way about me, my personality, my mind? Was it safe, would he manifest again? Was I being selfish? Would it make Andy happy? Andy just looked me in the eye, his gaze bewitching in its calm reassurance, and gave my bottom a small squeeze.
"You made love to me in the Underworld. If you truly do not want to fuck, if you do not like any of those other options, I would like to try and learn how to make love to you, Andy." My heart was racing, I swallowed, nervous, averting my eyes, scared of what Andy would say.