And everything about his body was hard.
Somehow, in the shuffle of moving and pressing and touching, my shorts slid down my legs. They were loose as it was, so it wasn’t surprising that they fell off that easily. In any other situation, with anyone else, I would’ve been embarrassed, at the very least. But not now. Not with Drew.
Desperation flooded my system, and it poured out in one long moan—against his lips, into his mouth, onto his tongue. It was like my body wanted him to feel and taste my desire for him. My permission. My plea.
As if my moan was all he needed to move this along, he released my hands and quickly reached down to grip the backs of my bare thighs. Before I knew it, my feet were off the floor with his body situated between my inner thighs. His palms scorched my skin as he kneaded my muscles.
Deep down, I knew I had been searching for this my entire life.
I wasn’t entirely sure what this was, but I knew it was something.
I didn’t think twice—didn’t need to. I wrapped my arms around him and locked my ankles behind his back. I never wanted him to let me go. Not once did I think about the reality of the situation—I was here on borrowed time; this couldn’t last beyond the coming weekend. In fact, I doubt if I thought about anything other than the ache between my legs and the undeniable desire to just be with this man.
That was all I wanted…to just be with him.
Drew must’ve read my mind, because a moment later, he pulled me away from the cold window. I didn’t care where he took me. I didn’t even care what happened after we got there. All I could think about was the intensity of his touch and relentlessness of his kisses. I had never experienced anything like this, and something in my gut told me I never would again.
My back met with a soft, forgiving surface. I didn’t need to look around to know that he’d taken me to his bed on the other side of the room, causing my heart to practically sigh with relief. Nothing about any of this made a lick of sense. Not one thing. I knew I’d have to deal with the ramifications later, but I didn’t want to think about it right now. I didn’t want to think about anything. I wanted to enjoy the moment, and to hell with what would follow.
As he settled himself between my knees, he slid his fiery palms up my sides, filling me with such intense heat that I wasn’t sure I could take much more without begging for it all. And the farther up his hands went, the more exposed I became. I couldn’t be bothered with much beyond touching him, feeling his skin beneath my hands. Feeling his body between my legs. That was until he needed me to lift my arms enough to pull the shirt over my head. And before I knew it, I was sprawled out beneath him, naked as the day I was born. Yet I had not one ounce of insecurity or doubt or hesitation. The voice in the back of my head refused to let me feel anything other than conviction.
It was strange…that voice in my head. It wasn’t typical conscious thought, the good versus evil. It wasn’t the devil or the angel. It was just a voice, instructing me what to do, advising me that this was okay. This was right; it was meant to be. Giving me approval. And oddly enough, I trusted it. Regardless of how ridiculous it all was, I couldn’t question it. It was like I was powerless to doubt it. I felt this undeniable need to trust it. To trust all the things I would laugh at others for believing if they were in my situation. But that didn’t stop me from listening and following the advice it offered.
Drew backed off the bed, though he never took his attention away from me. He went to his dresser only a few feet away, grabbed something out of the top drawer, and then quickly returned. With the room so dark, I had to rely on the brief flickers of light through the window, as well as sound, to know where he was. However, there was one flaw with only having intermittent sight and hearing that was heavily compromised by the rain pounding against the roof—I missed things. Such as the moment he rid himself of his clothes.
I had to rely on touch to discover that.
He crawled back up the mattress, except he didn’t move all the way up. Instead, he situated himself between my thighs, hooking my legs over his shoulders. That was when I realized he was shirtless. His bare skin against the backs of my knees sent a wave of euphoria through me…although, not as much as when I felt the warmth of his tongue against me.
It didn’t matter how dark the room was…I saw fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
“Drew…” My voice seemed to have disappeared along with his clothes, because his name was nothing more than air on my lips.
The nerve endings between my legs rang with immense gratification, shocking my system with intense jolts of pleasure. As if the lightning had come through the window and electrocuted me relentlessly…but in the most amazing way. He’d already made me explode once, yet he held me in place as though he wasn’t done. Except, I wasn’t sure I could survive coming unraveled on his tongue one more time.
Needing to get his attention but lacking the ability to use my words, I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged. Gently at first, yet when he continued to feast on me, I tugged harder. That seemed to work, except I almost immediately regretted it. The second he lifted his head, the room lit up, though this time, it lasted much longer than the typical flickers I’d grown accustomed to.
And I fell victim to his stare as he consumed me with hungry eyes.
“What is it, Kenny?” he asked, a hint of worry in his tone.
I certainly didn’t want him to think I had changed my mind or that I wanted him to stop everything. So I shook my head and tried to catch my breath enough to speak. “I can’t… It’s all…” I covered my face with both hands to try to organize my thoughts. “That’s too much; I’m too sensitive.”
I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him when he, again, flicked my pulsing bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Thankfully, it was only a tease; he didn’t carry on. And I felt the heat of his breath on my sex when he huskily said, “But I really, really love your pussy, Kenny. You taste…” He hummed and gently bit the inside of my thigh. “Like heaven.”
“Then come here. I want to know what heaven tastes like.”
The room lit up, highlighting his Cheshire grin as he moved up the bed, bringing his lips to mine. It took me completely by surprise. Not the kiss, but how erotic it was to taste myself on his tongue. I’d always imagined it wouldn’t be enjoyable—but I was wrong.
So wrong.
The crinkle of foil danced in the darkness, accompanied by the melody of his panting breaths. His fingertips skated across my skin in tune with distant rumbles of thunder outside. All while lightning flickered against the walls like a strobe light. My heart pounded in my chest, reminiscent of the heavy beats from a speaker in a club. And the whole time, our heated bodies swayed with one another.
“Kenny…” he whispered against my neck, his lips so close to my ear.
Only a few moments ago, Drew was the picture of confidence, the essence of control. He knew what he wanted and, with my permission, didn’t hold back. Except now, he seemed unsure. Not weak. Not passive. Just a man on the edge, desperate for my approval.
Rather than give it to him in words, I showed it with action. I reached between us to wrap my fingers around his erection, stunned and slightly worried about his impressive girth. Needing a moment to settle the nerves that had my body quivering, I slowly slid the sheathed head through my slit. Up and down. Lubricating my sensitive bundle of nerves with the evidence of my arousal. I wanted this. I was ready for it. And now, I needed it like my next breath. So rather than tease my entrance on the last downward slide, I lined him up and held him there.