“You’re in luck. I can do that. Choose me,” he teased, sort of.
I smiled and kissed him. I took his hand and led him back to bed. He still didn’t touch me, and I was beginning to think that I would starve from lack of sex. I would have, had it been possible. He whispered that he loved me before dozing off again.
“Drew.”
“Hmm,” he moaned, with closed eyes.
“Why are you not touching me?”
He snickered. I already told you why. I want you to know that I want you without the sex.”
“You want me without sex?”
“No. I want the sex too. I want you to know that I love you, and it’s not just about sex.”
“I believe you, but I still want sex, like now.”
There I said it. I was either getting laid, or I wasn’t, but at least he knew that I wanted it.
“What am I going to do with you,” Drew laughed.
“You know exactly what you can do with me.”
“If I do, will you promise me that you won’t have sex with Dawson?”
Fuck…
“Forget it Drew, just go to sleep,” I said, rolling away from him. He rolled with me.
“I take that as no,” he rasped in my hair.
I couldn’t help it. His cock was too close. I could feel it on my ass. I ignored his last statement and rubbed my ass against him.
“I’m beginning to think that somebody needs their ass beat,” he softly spoke, licking my ear.
Fuck yeah, that’s exactly what I needed. I did it again, egging him on. He rolled me over more so that I was flat on my stomach. He pushed the covers off, exposing my silk covered ass.
“Do you want me to spank you, Morgan?”
His sexy low tone had changed. He wasn’t playfully asking anymore. He was being serious. He really wanted to know if I wanted him to spank me. I was a fucked up excuse for a human being. I did want it.
“Yes,” I said with closed eyes, feeling my * throb and my panties become moist.
He slid my panties down and rubbed my backside as I waited for the first blow. I didn’t care how fucked up I was, and I didn’t care how society felt about our sexual cravings. I liked it. It turned me on like nothing else. I would worry about how I was supposed to be the next day. Right then all I cared about was getting Drew inside of me.
The sting from Drew’s thick hand was instantly rubbed away.
Jesus vagina, calm the hell down, I’m working on it.
After the next sting, I raised my leg a little. Drew took the hint well, and once he had rubbed he soreness from the third blow he dipped his finger inside of me. I thought I was going to come off the bed.
“You’re always so fucking wet, Morgan,” he huskily said, sinking his fingers again. I moaned. Shit, did I moan. I flipped my leg over him so that I was lying on my back. My hips arched into his fingers all on their own accord. I had nothing to do with it. It was all my backstabbing *. It had a mind of its own, and made my mouth say words that I never even thought about. Like.
“Lick it.”
Shit. Where the hell did that come from?
“Spread your legs,” Drew replied to my outburst.
I did.
“More.”
I did, and Holy Geez Louise. I was going to come.
I was going to come fast. His tongue sliding up me was unbearable. He stopped a couple of times with his mouth but kept his fingers busy so that he could come to my mouth. His tongue would dive into my parted lips, forcing me to taste myself on him and then back to pleasing my core.
Drew thrust his middle finger as deep as he could when I called out. No, when I yelled out. Two of his other fingers, I wasn’t sure which ones, penetrated my clit while another one penetrated my puckered nub in back. I knew that he could feel every last one of the convulsions from my wall contracting around his finger.
“Are you good?” he asked once I was able to release the sheet, squeezed tightly in my two fists. I opened one eye to see the proud grin on his face.
“No. I need you inside of me,” I assured him that I was not done. Not even close.
“I need inside of your mouth,” he countered.
“Then I suggest that you get out of those shorts.”
He did. He lay back with his hands over his head. I took his steel rod into my hand, and then sank it balls deep into my throat. I devoured him. It had to be the most erotic blowjob in history. I know it was a bad time to be thinking about what was going on, but I did. I wondered if maybe I was more in lust with Drew then in love. He kind of ruined me in that department. I already knew how Dawson felt about my immoral, kinky shit. He would never in a million years spank me. It wasn’t normal, not that I didn’t enjoy making love to him. I did. It’s just, I don’t know. Sex with Drew was so intense, strong and powerful. It was the kind of sex that left you thinking about it for hours.