“I’ve never done it like this before,” I admit.
“It’s only until you’re comfortable and then, babe, I’m taking over.”
The promise in his voice has my thoughts and wants scattered all over the place. My clit pulses, needing more than just a quick flick.
I rise to my knees and grasp his cock, lining it up at my entrance, when suddenly, he knifes up, his eyes wide with horror. “Condom!”
We both move at the same time, tipping over the edge of the bed. He reaches for me, turning so he takes the brunt of the fall.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
“That’s what we were trying to do,” I tell him, before falling into a fit of giggles. “I have a condom.”
I quickly slide off him, and get up, reaching for my bag I dumped near the door. I’m not sure why Gabby put a condom in here when she helped me get ready earlier, but I’m glad she did.
I throw it in his direction and he catches it, unsnapping it with his teeth.
He has it on by the time I reach him. He grabs me around the hips, lifting me up. I circle my legs around his waist, kissing him. I love kissing him. I feel it in all the right places. My vagina most certainly loves it.
“You can still change your mind,” he reminds me, his voice raspy.
“Stop talking,” I demand softly, brushing my lips against his.
He sits down on the bed and reaches between us, lining his cock up at my entrance.
I want this.
I really want this.
I slide down his cock, my lips parting as a gasp slips free. I feel full and yet he isn’t all the way in. I take my time, going at my own pace. I feel free to explore, and go down a little further.
His muscles tense beneath my fingers, and a low, primal growl rumbles from the back of his throat.
“Am I hurting you?” I whisper.
“Babe, you are killing me in the right way. You feel fucking good. Smell fucking good.”
“It’s my lotion,” I blurt out.
He chuckles, gripping my hips as he drags me forward, the move causing me to slide down further. “All you.”
He leans in, licking from my collarbone up to my neck. My knees and thighs begin to tremble as he rocks me back and forth, each time hitting the right spot inside of me. “Oh gosh!”
“Ride me,” he demands, reaching for my hand and placing it on his chest. It looks so tiny against his body, making me feel sexy, girly.
My mind clears and I allow my body’s instincts to take over, letting it seek what it craves, what it needs. My heavy breaths, the creak of the bed with each bounce, and the deep groans from Drew fill the air. Combined, they heighten my arousal. It feels naughty, cliché, but so right.
So flipping right.
His finger brushes over my nipple and my eyelids fly open. “Do that again.”
Lips twitching, Drew obliges. “Feel good?”
“So good,” I tell him, leaning forward to capture his lips. I run my fingers through his hair, grasping it as I bounce up and down on his cock.
It was never like this. It should have always been like this. And not even the act itself, but the intensity, the desire and lust. It should have always been there.
There’s something building inside of me that I have never experienced before. I’ve had orgasms, but this feels more intense, and every time our skin slaps together, it arouses me further.
I’m so fucking turned on.
The roll of my hips begins to speed up, and Drew is no longer holding back. His fingers dig into my hips, forcing the movements to be harder, faster, and it feels so good.
“My turn,” he rasps, easily lifting me in his arms. Our connection doesn’t break, not even when he turns and lowers me to the bed. He reaches down and lifts my legs until my knees are tucked to my chest and he slides deeper inside of me. It feels different. A little sharper but just as good, if not more so.
He glances down to where we are joined, his hips moving. “Fuck!”
He slams inside me, knocking me further up the bed, and I moan, soaring through agonising pleasure.
Glancing up at him, I can’t help but admire his beauty. His hair is curled and fanning around his shoulders. His strong features are tense yet still a thing of beauty. All of him is. Every ripple of muscle is more powerful than the last.
Yet under all that strength, all that power, there’s a softness to him. A kindness you don’t get to see in most guys.
I was blind when it came to Scott. Blind to who he was. Or maybe I just wanted to fool myself into seeing something that wasn’t truly there. Because as mine and Drew’s gazes lock, it feels like I’m seeing into his soul.
He may be beautiful on the outside, a work of art, but on the inside, he’s even more so.
The bed banging against the wall gets louder, the thuds more frequent as he quickens his pace.
There’s no longer just a pleasant hum down there, not just tingles tightening my lower stomach. It’s like an electrical current is rolling all over me, making me hyperaware of everything.
And I mean everything.
His fingers dig into my knees. “You are fucking magnificent.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
He drops my knees immediately and they fall to the side as he looms over me, thrusting in and out like his life depends on it.
I run my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping over his scalp, causing him to growl as he slams his lips against mine.
I meet his thrusts, needing that body contact as he slides a hand down my side, and along my thighs. He pushes them apart, spreading me open to him as he continues to slam inside of me.
I’m not sure what to do. I’m letting my body do the answering, following his lead with everything, trusting him to guide me where he needs me, and trusting him to give me what I need.
“Yes,” I rasp, as I pull away from the kiss, my head tilting up. He leans down, kissing my neck.
My entire body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat but I don’t care. I reach for his lips again, this time kissing him with everything in me.
“Your cunt is fucking greedy for me.”
I’m taken aback by his words. Not because they’re crude, but because of how turned on they make me. They spur me on, and before I know it, I overpower him, rolling him onto his back once more. My hair drops down, acting like a curtain when I kiss him.
He feels deeper, and I’m getting close.
So fucking close.
“My turn, baby,” he orders, and rolls us again.
I stop, locking gazes with him. “Then go harder.”
His pupils dilate. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not breakable.”
He slams inside me and the picture hanging above the bed shakes before it drops, falling behind the headboard. I laugh, but Drew soon pulls my attention back to him.
Until the banging on the wall starts up.
I guess we’re being loud.
We pause, both of us staring at the wall, where the banging came from. “Fuck,” he growls.
I grasp his cheeks, pulling his attention back to me. “Fuck me,” I demand.
He lifts me up, and my legs tighten around his waist as he carries me over to the other wall, right next to a dresser. My back slams against it and I shiver at the chill running down my spine.
“I’ve never done it this way before,” I admit.
He grins and it’s predatory.