He rears back and leans toward the nightstand, retrieving a condom from its drawer. My insides tighten as I watch him roll it on. He looks back at me, desire written all over his face.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” His hand drops between my legs, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how wet I am. The contact sends another flash of vision-induced-pleasure coursing through me, and my need spikes to a level that drives me out of my senses.
“I need you, now,” I say in an uncharacteristically demanding tone. It brings a sly smile to Drew’s face. “Please, Drew.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmurs with a smile.
And with one smooth stroke, he enters me. Leaning in, he kisses away the gasp that escapes my lips as he fills me. He gives my body a moment to expand for him before he pulls out for another stroke. Then he sinks into me, our bodies fully merging, his mouth claiming mine. And the vision is complete as all I can feel is pleasure. He slides into me again, and I grip his back as the sensation rips through me. His smell surrounds me, overwhelming my senses.
As he holds me in his arms, taking me to levels of ecstasy I never knew existed, I surrender to the moment as Drew seems to be so capable of doing. As soon as I do, the feeling of bliss doubles, and I can barely breathe for how amazing it feels.
“God, you feel incredible,” Drew murmurs into my ear as he rides me.
I have no words, so I simply place my hands on either side of his face, drawing his gaze to me, and I nod, whimpering every time he sinks deeply within me.
“You like that?” he whispers as he watches my face.
I nod once more, still unable to speak.
“I’m only just getting started,” he assures me. “Do you trust me, CJ?”
Again, I nod. His lips meet mine briefly before he pulls away. This time my whimper is a protest.
Drew chuckles, then grips my hips with his huge hands and hauls me over and up. When he enters me from behind, I find my words again.
“Omigod,” I scream. “That’s … oh god, that’s …” I moan loudly as he deftly slides so deeply in, I can feel him more than ever. And there’s a spot he’s reaching that makes my legs start to shake.
I turn to see Drew throw his head back. “God, yes,” he agrees. “You’re so fucking tight, CJ.” His ab muscles clench with each thrust, and I can feel myself getting slicker at the sight, allowing him to slide smoother and faster. And the more he hits that spot, the wetter I get, and the more my legs shake.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Drew leans in so every tilt of his hips rubs the head of his cock over the spot that makes me weak. “Touch yourself, baby,” he directs me. I look back at him and he laughs, shaking his head. “Trust me.”
At this point, my legs are trembling so badly, I’ve lost my words again. So I trust him. I let my chest fall to the bed, which just takes him deeper with every tilt, making it nearly impossible for me to move. But I slowly inch my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles. My eyes fly open as the combined sensations tip me into the biggest orgasm of my life.
“Oh fuck, CJ, yes, come on my dick,” Drew cries. His words make me clench even harder, and I hear him groaning behind me. But I couldn’t care less, as I keep coming and coming, the waves of my orgasm washing over me until my whole body shakes and white fire consumes me from the inside out.
Just when I think I can come no more, Drew lets out an almighty groan and I feel him spasm inside me. With one last rush, I come again, clenching around the last of his orgasm.
He stays in to the hilt for a few moments longer as he catches his breath. But when he pulls out and my hips slide down to meet the mattress, I’m still unable to move. I hear him leave the room, only to reenter not long after. His heavy body sinks down next to me.
I open my eyes to see Drew on his back, his head tilted toward me. It takes all of my remaining strength, but I roll onto my side and pull a pillow under my head so I can stare back at him.
We lie like that for what seems like hours, just staring into each other’s eyes, completely sated and completely taken with each other. Eventually, the loose feeling in my limbs fades, and I realize I need to get up. It takes a Herculean effort, but I manage to overcome my malaise and haul myself to the bathroom. I can feel Drew’s amused gaze following every movement.
When I’m done, I splash a little water on my face and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is damp from sweat, but I looked more relaxed and happier than I can ever remember being. So when I walk back into the bedroom, it’s with a bit of a satisfied swagger. Laying eyes on Drew, though, takes my breath away.
He’s perfect. Every inch of him is hard, male, and virile. But he’s also funny and sweet and considerate. And good lord does the man know how to fuck. I try not to think too hard about why, I’m just insanely thankful. Because I’ve never thought much of sex until now. Don’t get me wrong, it’s always been nice. But this was life altering. Like literally, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have nice sex again, knowing what I’m missing.
“Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to get that sexy ass over here?” Drew asks.
With a laugh, I join him on the bed and sink into his arms. “I don’t have words to describe how amazing that was,” I tell him honestly.
He smiles down at me. “You don’t have to. I was there.”
I laugh and poke him playfully. “Seriously. A girl could get used to it.”
“Oh, I hope you will,” he replies. “Because I fully intend for us to do that again at every available opportunity.”
“Hmmm, I think I need to seriously consider changing my work schedule,” I say slyly.
That gets a full laugh from him. “That good, huh?”
“Do you doubt your mad skills?”
Drew shrugs. “I know how it was for me, but I feel like girls always exaggerate to make the guy feel like hot shit.”
“Well, I’m not exaggerating anything about that experience. But then, I haven’t been with that many guys. So I can’t say I have a lot to compare it to, and I’m probably not the most skilled lover —”
At that, Drew sits up, grabbing my hands in his. “Holy shit. That’s not what I meant,” he insists. His hand finds my face, his thumb stroking my cheek reassuringly. “I’ve never been so turned on by anyone. And I’ve never wanted to pleasure someone before like I want to do for you. Getting you off … fuck, CJ, it’s incredible watching you come. You have no idea how amazing you are. I may be nothing special, but you absolutely are.”
“Nobody has ever made me come like that,” I say ardently, laying my hand over his. “I’ve never trusted my body to someone like that during sex before. And you’re insane if you think you’re nothing special, Drew Davies. Even before the sex, I knew you were.”
His eyes close briefly, his thumb still stroking my face.
“God, Drew, you have no idea how special you are,” I insist. “I’ve never met someone who is as in the moment as you are.”
Drew’s eyes open and he smirks. “I’ve never met a woman who thought that was a good thing.”
I bite into my bottom lip, restraining myself from saying anything more, feeling like I’ve already laid enough of myself bare.