I lavish her clit as I work my fingers inside her, I curl my fingers around, searching for that magic spot that will hopefully make her come unglued. As soon as I find it, I suck hard again on her clit and expertly flick her G-spot. Her legs clinch around my head, locking me in place against her core. No complaints from me as I bring her down slowly from the high. Once she’s stopped spasming, I slide back up her body, dragging my lips up her luscious curves. I’m quickly becoming enamored with every inch of it that I’ve explored so far.
Once I’m back up, my head above hers, I bring my lips to her, kissing her hard and deep. My tongue tangles with hers. I push myself up and reach over to the nightstand, where I grab the condom I’d taken out earlier when we both shed our clothes. I tear open the packet, then roll the condom down my shaft. “You still good, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice so deep and gravely I hardly recognized it.
“I’m good, but I need you to fuck me, Drew, now,” she demands. I slide the tip of my cock through her folds, coating it in her juices. I hike one of her legs up, over my hip, and slide between her thighs.
“This feel okay?” I ask, and she nods her head in agreement. I know she’s isn’t a virgin, but I don’t ever want to do something that hurts her or try a position that she can’t physically handle. I push my way in gently, stopping as soon as I notice a slight flinch.
“Are you okay?” I ask, I’ve got all my weight on my hands, holding me off of her beneath me, except for where we intimately connect.
“Yes, but I need you to move,” she groans, and I do just that. My rhythm is slow, at first. I don’t want to hurt her, I want to bring her as much pleasure and passion that I can.
I pull her leg up just a tad higher on my hip and speed my thrusts up. My thumb finds her clit and I strum it as I work us both into a frenzy. I can feel the tingles at the base of my spine, the tightening of my balls. I can’t hold on any longer when her pussy starts to contract around my cock. I snap my hips—hard—against hers, stilling as I empty myself into the condom. Her pussy milks my cock of every last drop of cum that it can.
My head hits the bed just above her shoulder and I suck in deep breaths, doing my best to lower my heart rate now that it feels like I just finished a marathon. I kiss her shoulder, then pull out. I roll out of bed and head for the bathroom so that I can take care of the condom. Once that’s discarded, I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water. I take it out with me and offer it to her so she can clean up.
“You okay?” I ask, sliding in next to her on the bed.
“I’m perfect, but I need to ask a favor.”
“Anything,” I assure her, kissing her shoulder once again.
“Can you carry me into the bathroom please?”
“Of course.” I internally smack myself in the head. I should have offered to take her in there when I went to dispose of the condom.
I slide out of the bed and move to her side. While I do so, she moves so she’s perched on the edge of the mattress. I pick her up just like I did when I carried her into the bedroom. I place her on the toilet and step out, giving her privacy. I slip on some boxers before I head out to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before moving her chair into the bedroom, so she has access to it.
“Drew,” I hear my name being called, so I close the space between the bed and the bathroom. I push the door open and find her standing by the sink.
“You okay?” I ask, noticing the grip she’s got against the counter.
“Yes, just need some help getting back to bed,” she says and I move in to pick her up. “Actually, before you carry me out, can you set me back down and bring in my toiletry bag so I can wash my face and brush my teeth?”
“Sure, where is it in your suitcase?” I ask and settle her on the toilet. It’s the only easy place for her to sit in the bathroom.
“Should be right on top,” she says. I head out and open the suitcase up and find the bag just as she said it would be. I bring it in to her. “Would it be easier to have your chair in here?” I offer.
“If you don’t mind,” she says, and I quickly head back out to where I’d already moved it by the bed. I maneuver it into the bathroom and help her transfer to the chair. I step aside once she’s settled in it and watch as she expertly moves it around and then lifts the height of her seat so she can easily reach the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face.
I take her lead and grab my own bag, getting myself ready for bed. “Do you want anything to put on to sleep in?” I ask as we both leave the bathroom. It hasn’t slipped by me how comfortable she is in front of me. Most women want to cover up as quickly as possible, but not Megan. From what I can tell, she’s expressly comfortable in her own skin, which I find extremely sexy. Whoever first said confidence is sexy hit the nail on the head.
“Yeah, I’ve got some sleep shorts and a tank top packed,” she says, rolling over to her suitcase. She leans over and rummages through it, finding what she’s looking for. I watch as she expertly dresses herself and then moves over to the bed and transfers from her chair to the bed.
“Comfortable?” I ask as I adjust the pillow on my side of the bed before sliding back in and next to her. She moves over until she’s back in my arms, her head and one hand resting on my chest, a leg draped over mine.
“I am now,” she sleepily replies.
“Good,” I tell her before kissing her gently. “Now sleep.” I lay here, listening to her breathing even out as she falls asleep. With this woman in my arms, I feel like I can conquer anything. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to all the advice everyone has tried to part on me over the years, that all it takes is meeting the right woman to make settling down a priority, and I can for sure see that with Megan.
14
MEGAN
I WAKE up the next morning, a warm hard body wrapped around my own. I’ve never woken up like this, so it is all new for me. If it wasn’t for my bladder screaming at me to empty it, I could easily stay in this warm cocoon that is Drew’s arms.
“Where are you escaping to?” Drew’s sleep-filled groggy voice breaks the silence as I attempt to slip out of his arms.
“Bathroom,” I tell him over my shoulder before I transfer to my chair.
“Okay but come back,” he demands, his eyes still closed.
I laugh at his words. “Like I’d go anywhere else,” I tell him as I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. After taking care of business, I wash my hands and splash some cold water on my face, then return to the bedroom. I stop just outside the bathroom door as my eyes have to readjust to the darkness now that they adjusted to having the bathroom light on.
“Are you coming back to bed?” Drew asks.
“Yes, I just can’t see where I’m going,” I tell him.
“Oh, let me help you,” he says and I can hear him moving around on the bed. A moment later, the lights turn on low, and I look over and notice he’s got a remote in his hand.
“Now that’s handy,” I say as I safely make it back to my side of the bed.
“It really is,” he says, dropping the remote onto the bedside table. “Are you hungry?” he asks as he pushes himself up so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard.