Being away from her this week did clarify that my feelings for her are solid. She’s rolled into my life and flipped it around. I went from not thinking I could make time for someone else to worrying about what she’s thinking we should have for dinner, and can my house accommodate her long-term if I’d ask her to move in with me.
Drew: Are you free sometime this week for dinner and beers?
I hit send on the text, knowing just who I can talk to about all the dilemmas fighting for space in my mind. I watch as the text goes from delivered to read and the three little thought bubbles start dancing along the bottom of my screen.
Simon: Sure mate, how’s Tuesday night for you? Aren’t you gone?
Drew: I’m sitting in an airport in Hawaii currently, but will be back home late tonight. Tuesday should work just fine, six work for you?
Simon: It should, if something changes, I’ll text you and let you know.
Drew: Thanks man. I’ve got some shit to deal with and need an outsider prospective.
Simon: Anytime mate.
I slip in my earbuds and pull up the podcast I started listening to on my flight here, then tuck my phone in the side pocket of my backpack before sliding back in my seat, doing my best to get comfortable until it’s time to board.
I WALK through the door to my house, dropping my suitcase and backpack on the floor just inside. I’m exhausted after flying all day. It’s the middle of the night here, and even though I’d finally adjusted to the time difference mid-week, I’m dead on my feet and head straight to my room. I flip on the light and am shocked to find Megan asleep on the bed, all curled up on one side. I didn’t even put two and two together until now that her car was in my driveway when I pulled in.
“Drew,” her sleepy voice calls out to me.
“Shit, sorry,” I say, hitting the light switch, shutting it off so that it isn’t shining in her eyes.
“It’s okay. How was your flight?” she asks. I can hear her moving in the bed and, seconds later, the room is filled with the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table.
“Long. I’m exhausted and ready for bed,” I tell her as I move further into the bedroom and start stripping my clothes off. Now that I’m home and she’s in front of me, all I want is to be wrapped around and buried deep inside of her.
“Well, then come to bed,” she says, patting the bed next to her. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers into the room as I slide between the sheets a few moments later. I pull her into me, not stopping until my lips are on hers. God, I missed this woman.
“I missed you, too, so much this week,” I tell her honestly after we break apart.
“I’m glad to know that it wasn’t only me then,” she says, tucking her face into my neck. I tighten my arm around her, pulling her a fraction closer to me. I slip a hand under her tank top, raking my hand up her smooth skin until I reach the bottom of her breast. I skim my thumb over her nipple and feel as it hardens under my touch. I repeat the motion, feeling as it continues to harden until it’s the perfect peak. “Mhmmm,” she moans as I continue to explore her body, testing how responsive she is to my touch.
“I need to be inside of you,” I say as I flip her under me and run my teeth along the edge of her jaw. “I’ve thought of the moment I’d see you again after I returned, and couldn’t wait to get my hands,” I squeeze her flesh lightly, emphasizing the word, “and lips on you.” I pause, sucking lightly at the tender spots on her neck. “And burying my cock so far into you that you don’t know where I end, and you begin,” I say as I lightly thrust my still covered, hard-as-steel cock against her.
“Yes, please,” she moans, and I stop to strip her of the few clothing items she has on. I also take the extra few seconds to shed my own boxers and to roll the condom on.
I slide a finger up her slit, around her clit, feeling just how ready she is for me. I flick over her clit back and forth once, watch her body bow as I do. I ache to be inside of her, but I also ache to taste and have her come apart on my tongue. I slide down, settling my body just right, and repeat my earlier movements, but this time with my tongue.
“Drew!” she shouts my name as I suck her clit hard between my lips.
“Yes?” I question, knowing damn well that she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
“More, don’t stop, please,” she practically begs.
I do as requested, but I kiss her inner thighs first, then return to her clit. I simultaneously suck and flick at her clit with my tongue as two fingers sink inside her wet pussy. Her walls clench around my fingers, trying to keep me inside of her as I fuck her with a rapid rhythm. It doesn’t take long before I can feel her body start to quake and spasm around me. Her orgasm hits her and the sounds that leave her body are all I need to hear to have my own body strumming for a release. I pull back, removing my fingers, I lick them clean of her release, then kiss her inner thighs once more before I push my way up. I drop feather-light kisses along her exposed skin, tasting the slight saltiness from the sheen of sweat that shimmers on her skin. I spend a few seconds lavishing each breast when I make it that high, taking in the fact that her breathing has almost returned to normal.
“Are you ready for more?” I whisper against her lips once I reach them, kissing her deeply before she can answer me with words. I feel her legs wrap around my hips, then her hand grips my cock as she works to line me up with her entrance. As soon as I can feel the warmth of her against the crown of my cock, I thrust forward until I’m balls deep. Home, I’m home. The thought that this is where I belong, she is my person, my reason in life, hits me hard.
“Drew,” she says my name and I snap back to the present moment.
“Yeah?” I ask, bringing my forehead to rest against hers.
“Make love to me,” she instructs.
No words are needed as I pull out and then thrust back in, quickly finding a punishing pace that we can both enjoy. I’m always careful not to be too rough. I’d never want to hurt her, and she assures me I never have, at least not in a bad way.
I kiss her deep, pouring everything I have into her, hoping that I can express with my body what I’m feeling. What I’m still not ready to express with my words. I feel the telltale sign that my orgasm is on the edge. My balls tighten up, so I adjust slightly, giving me room to reach between us and strum her clit, getting her to that edge with me. I can feel the moment that her body crests over the edge as she pulls mine right with her.
“Megan!” I growl as my orgasm takes me over and I collapse on the bed, my head resting against the pillow just above her shoulder. I make sure to not crush her, and slip from her. I roll quickly and take care of the condom before returning to the bed. I pull her back into my arms, kissing the top of her head as I continue to work on slowing my breathing down back to normal.
“Welcome home,” she says a few moments later, once we’ve both caught our breaths again.
“If that’s the kind of welcome I’ll get, I’ll leave more often,” I say, chuckling into the top of her head.
“Smart ass,” she says, laughing as she smacks my cheek with her palm before she pulls away and slides out of bed and into her chair. The light of the bathroom flips on a few seconds later as she makes her way through the door, shutting it behind her so she can have some privacy.