His hand slides under my chin so he can look me in the eye. “Like I said last night, don’t turn something beautiful into an embarrassment. It was perfect, Cate. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”
His lovely words expunge my awkwardness and I lunge at him. Just as I’m about to kiss him, the corner of his mouth turns up and he throws me backward on the bed. Air whooshes out of my lungs as he brushes his lips over mine. Then he begins to work his way down to the apex of my thighs. Muscles tense as air is vacuumed from my chest. For a moment, I forget how to inhale. The anticipation of what’s about to occur, coupled with the fever in my blood makes me manic by the time his lips and tongue graze over that tiny bundle of nerves. I’m torn between wanting him like this and wanting him inside of me. But before I can think about it further, he does that thing with his finger, inserting it in just a bit, and I don’t need to make a decision at all. My back arches as I latch my fingers onto his hair and come all over the place, calling out his name. When he starts to glide up my body, I jerk him toward my mouth so I can kiss him. I want to absorb this man into my soul, crawl inside of him and stay there forever.
“Cate, are you sure you’re not sore?”
“Just a tiny bit tender, but I’m good. I want you, Drew.”
“Why don’t you get on top? Then you control everything.”
“O-Okay.” I’m a bit nervous about this. I’ve never done this and I’ll feel so exposed.
He rolls on his back and reaches for a condom. I watch him put it on and it makes me want to put my mouth on him. When he’s ready, I bracket his thighs with mine and he holds out his hands.
“For a little leverage.”
He places them on his hips. “Find your rhythm and I’ll match it.”
I nod, take a hold of him, and insert the tip. Then I inch down on him. It aches a tiny bit, but it’s okay. I keep going, and slide back and forth until he’s seated all the way. I stop a second, allowing myself to adjust to him. I make the mistake of catching a glimpse of his face. His lips are barely parted but it’s the deep cerulean of his irises that grab me. “Oh, god. You’re sexy.” A different ache replaces the one I had before.
“Fuck.” He lifts his hips against me, and I move in sync with him. “Not anywhere close to you.” He slides his teeth over his lower lip and bites down. Oh, hell, when he starts to play with my breasts, I know I’m not going to last long. This isn’t good. But maybe it’s his plan.
“Tell me if I’m doing this right, Drew.” I need to know if I’m pleasing him.
“Fuck, Cate. What do you think?”
I toss back my head, riding the sensations, before I straighten and manage to say, “If it’s anything like how I feel right now…”
His eyes turn molten as his hand moves to my clit. Oh, good lord.
“I, I won’t, can’t, I’m going to come.”
My head drops back and I reach for his sack behind me. When I squeeze his balls, he immediately reacts by sitting up and pulling me close. As I climax, he kisses my cries of pleasure away before he follows me over that ledge. Whoa! That was incredible.
“Don’t move. Let me kiss you,” he says.
Feathering light kisses across my forehead, cheeks, and then my mouth, he moves from one corner to the other. Then he drops to my neck, where he runs his tongue up and down one side. This is good. The hot kind of good. His teeth and lips join in and he traverses to the other side and repeats his actions. I’m nothing but a squirmy heap when he finishes.
“I know you can’t, but I want you again.”
“Who says I can’t?” His eyes dance with mischief. “I may not be able to orgasm, but you can.”
“Please hold me close like this.” I want to feel all of his skin on me.
He does and proves his theory by rocking his hips into me as my eyes widen in surprise. I clutch his biceps and try to match his thrusts.
“Cate, wrap your legs around me.”
His authoritative voice makes my body involuntarily clench.
“Oh, that’s nice.” He’s so deep now.
“Now put your arms around my neck.” His slight commands turn me on.
“Oh, okay.” We’re so tight. Touching everywhere. I grind myself against him, trying to find that perfect contact.
“Here, let me ...” He slips his hand between us and I feel his finger touch me.
“Ah!”
He laughs. “Too much?”
“No. Just surprised me.”
He presses and rubs in a slightly circular motion. And it’s so good. I’m hanging on that edge.
“I’m almost there. Can you come?” I ask because it’s only fair.
“Let go, Cate. Don’t worry about me. I just want to watch.”
I lick my lips and nod. His gaze locks onto mine. His eyes are gripping. But then so is his body as it brings mine to another spectacular climax as I cry out his name.
“Jesus, Cate. Watching you come is a damn thrill.” He still plunges into me, slowly though, taking his time, running his hands all over my boneless body.