Page 31 of The Gift Of Life

“You.” Our eyes meet, desire swirls in my stomach, and the need to be with Drew is driving me crazy.

“You control this. You want to stop, we stop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He lifts my chin with his thumb, and then our mouths collide. It’s like we’ve never been away from one another. It feels as good today as it did ten years ago.

“As much as I love your style, this has to go, baby.” He looks down at my Disney pyjamas and we both laugh. Only I could be wearing something as unflattering as cartoon wear.

With the removal of my PJ top, the cool air from the fan makes my skin prickle. Drew's hands run from my hips all the way up to the side of my breast until he cups the side of my face.

“You’re beautiful,” he croaks.

He walks me backwards until the indent of my knees hits the mattress and I fall onto the bed. Drew crawls over me until my back is flat and his body is directly over me.

I fumble with the buttons on his shirt because I want to feel his skin on mine. I can't go fast enough. My hands aren’t working, and Drew spots my frustration. He pulls his shirt expertly over his head. My hands are like magnets to his body. They caress his taut tummy up to his chest. He trails kisses from my chin down to my breast. One hand is kneading my nipple while his mouth not so delicately attacks the other. He releases it with a pop and my back arches off the bed.

He moves down my body slowly. His hands dip into the waistband of my bottoms and pull them down my legs. Thank the Lord I shaved my legs and my garden because the thought of not being preened is mortifying.

Drew kisses from my foot all the way up my leg and stops at my hip. He spreads my legs and rests the leg he had been kissing over his shoulder. I can feel his wanton eyes burning through me. I need him just as much as he needs me.

Without any warning, his mouth is on my core, licking, teasing, sending me crazy. My body sings in all the right ways, egging him on even more until I’m seeing stars and I erupt over his tongue.

I can’t breathe. My heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest at any moment. Drew crawls up my body and kisses me softly on the lips. I can taste myself on him, but I don’t care; it just turns me on more.

“You have too many clothes on,” I manage. My tongue feels too big for my mouth, and I feel like I can’t speak in coherent sentences.

Drew leans off me to kick off his shoes and remove his trousers and boxers in one go. He reaches into his wallet for a condom before he discards everything on the floor.

“Shit. It’s probably out of date. We haven’t needed them since…”

I hate that Drew feels like he can’t mention the baby and what we’ve faced. “It’s okay. It will do. It hasn’t been that long.”

Drew rubs his nose across mine delicately. He’s stalling. I can feel it.

“Let me.” I take the packet from Drew, tear open the foil with my teeth, and only now for the first time am I noticing his thick length standing proud. I roll the rubber over his length and fondle him a few times before he takes his position in between my legs. He teases my folds with his cock until I’m practically begging him to enter me.

“This won’t last long, baby. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long.”

“Me too,” is all I can reply.

I dig my heels into his backside and draw him into me at my pace. He stretches me deliciously until he hits that sweet spot. I see stars from one thrust. Oh, sweet Mary and Joseph. I want to cry out, but I bite my lip and ride this wave of euphoria blissfully.

Drew's hand reaches between us and strokes my clit, and I ride higher and higher until we both crash at the same time. Drew’s body shudders and spasms over me. Our sweat-slicked skin is on fire, but the heat feels amazing. I’ve not felt this loved and wanted in a while. I thought I’d never feel it again, that Drew wouldn’t forgive me for everything I put him through, but here we are. Together at last.

Drew finally lifts his head off my shoulder and peppers warm kisses on the side of my mouth. The sweet touch makes me cry. Tears roll down the side of my face, but Drew wipes them away.

“They’re happy tears,” I manage to say before he thinks I regret what we did. “Will you stay tonight?”

“Of course. I don’t know what we’ll tell your mum and dad in the morning.” He winks at me.

Drew rolls to the side, takes care of the condom, grabs some tissues from my bedside table, and cleans himself up. When he's finished, he pulls me closer to him and my head rests against his chest. His heart is still pounding, but as always whenever I hear his heartbeat, I feel safe.

“Get some sleep, honey. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

And for the first time in such a long time, I’m falling asleep feeling content.

I could have sworn before I shut off for the night, I heard Drew say, I love you.

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