When he lifted his head, he was breathing faster too.
Without a word he turned her, so she was facing the wall. He took her hands and put them up on the stall, the wood rough against her palms. His hand covered the back of her hands, flattening her palms against the wood.
His mouth was right against her ear when he said, “Don't move.”
He ran his hands down her body, over her breasts to her belly where he rubbed back and forth, causing her shirt to bunch and his palms to meet her bare skin. She sucked in a breath as electricity sparkled from there to her clit. Then he slid his hands down over her hips to the front of her thighs before he came back up and cupped her through her yoga pants.
“So hot,” he said roughly against her ear.
Her eyes slid shut and she gave a little shiver.
“At any point you want to stop you just say so,” he said, his voice still gruff. “We don’t need a safe word. You just say no.”
She nodded, unable to speak. She was so turned on. He was taking over, caging her in against the wall again, yet making her feel safe and completely cared for. Nothing could get to her here. He wasn’t trapping her inside, he was blocking everything else out. All that was in her sphere of awareness right now was Drew and the pleasure he could bring her.
His hands slid back up over her belly and under her shirt stroking over her skin on his way up to her breasts. His hands were slightly calloused and so hot she whimpered. His touch was gentle, but confident and intentional. He cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples through her bra for several long seconds. She pressed into him, wanting more and he gave it to her, tugging harder, then pinching lightly.
She huffed out a breath and then moaned.
He pulled the bra cups down, freeing her breasts, baring them to his touch. He again toyed with her nipples for several long, delicious moments, tugging, rolling, and pinching until she was hot and wet between her legs, restless for more, shifting foot to foot.
As if sensing what she needed, he slid one hand to her belly and pressed her back against him, his cock nudging her butt.
“You're amazing. I’ve been turned on since I saw you chasing a goat with a candy cane,” he told her. “You're gorgeous and sweet and funny. And I've never wanted to fuck a woman in red and white striped stockings while the pom pom on her Santa hat bounces, but I now have a new fantasy because of you.”
It was ridiculous that that line actually worked, but Rory felt her desire ratchet up three more notches. She desperately needed release. She needed something against her clit and filling her up. Right now.
She started to turn in his arms, but he reached up and clamped a hand around one of her wrists, pressing against her back with his big, hot body.
“Don't move,” he reminded her. “I can't fuck you tonight. You’re too emotionally raw. You're exhausted. But I'm going to give you the release you need, sweetheart. I can take care of you that way.”
Something about his words was her undoing. She let herself lean back against him fully, giving him her weight…and her surrender. She was emotionally raw and exhausted. She wanted a release, but she also needed someone who knew what she was feeling and what she really needed right now.
She let her head drop back onto his shoulder and she pulled in a deep breath.
Maybe this is all just a dream. Maybe she was hallucinating. She didn't care. At this moment she was going to wrap herself in this fantasy and ride it out for all it was worth.
His big, hot hand stroked over her belly and then into her pants and silk panties. He ran the pad of his middle finger over her cleft a few times, gently, just teasing and tempting. Then his clearly knowledgeable fingers easily found her clit and he circled there for a moment.
She was hot and wet and already on edge, and she pressed into his hand with a ragged moan that almost sounded like a sob.
He slid his middle finger lower through the slick folds and then teased the tip of his finger into her entrance.
“Yes,” she begged hoarsely.
“I've got you,” he promised roughly against her ear. “I've got you. Just let me take care of you.”
She moved a foot so that her thighs were further apart but that didn’t feel like enough. She lifted one foot up to the wooden slat on the bottom of the stall.
“That's my girl,” he praised. Then he slipped his whole finger inside her as his thumb circled over her clit.
Yes. She cried out. It'd been a long time since another human had touched her there.
His finger was thick and long, though certainly not the size of her favorite vibrator. Even when he added the second finger. Still, he could do things plastic couldn't. He thrust in and out slowly at first then picked up the pace, curling his finger just right to rub over that magical spot that made swirls of pleasure start rotating in her core and spreading out. Then he pressed harder into her clit, circling faster and said against her ear, “I’ve got you, Rory.”
It was, stupidly, the words that sent her over the edge.
Not that his hands and fingers weren’t amazing. But having someone else focused on what she needed and her pleasure was the ultimate fantasy.
He circled her clit and thrust into her one more time and she came apart, crying out as an orgasm rolled over her. She felt tension and worry and regret flood out of her as well.
She clung to the feeling for several seconds. She absorbed the feel of the big, hot body behind her, the arms wrapped around her, the hand and fingers in that most private place, the hot breath against her neck, the heart pounding against her shoulder blade.
Then she finally sucked in a deep breath and slumped forward. Drew's hands were there on her hips to hold her up as she took a few moments to gather herself.
She wasn't even undressed. So she simply pulled her bra cups back up over her breasts and turned in his arms. His hands stayed on his hips as he studied her, waiting for her to speak first.
There was really only one thing she could say. She gave him a soft smile. “Thank you.”
He gave her a sexy half smile and said, “Absolutely my pleasure.”
“Are you sure that's all you want to do?”
He nodded. “It may sound strange, but that was highly satisfying.”
She nodded. “That does sound a little strange.”
“To me too.” He gave her a grin. “But I mean it.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and studied him for several more seconds. Then finally she nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay. You need to get home. When you get there, you need to eat something, and take a shower, and go to bed. What time is your first appointment tomorrow?”
She looked at him with what she was sure was a puzzled expression. No one ever worried about her and her habits and routines. “I don't have anyone coming in until one.”
“Okay, good. Sleep late. And have more for breakfast than coffee.”
Her eyes widened. She definitely didn't have people worry about what she ate. “How did you know that sometimes I only have coffee?”
He shook his head. “I'm not sure. But you kinda strike me as the type to worry about what you're doing for other people more than you worry about yourself.”
How did he know that? She nodded. “I do that. Because it matters to me that other people are taken care of.”