Page 91 of Mistaken Intention

He made love to me for hours, never once pushing me outside of my boundaries, but testing them all the time, taking me beyond my wildest dreams and into the realms of fantasy…

I wake to darkness, my body tingling even before I’m aware I’m being touched… intimately. I concentrate on the sensations, piecing them together.

Something is inside me.

Drew’s fingers.

They’re sliding gently in and out, from tip to knuckle.

There’s no urgency; just a soft, rhythmic sway. It’s soothing and arousing. I could easily fall asleep again, but my body craves more.

My back is to his front still, and I wriggle my ass into him, feeling his arousal.

He moans.

I sigh.

And then everything changes.

Without a sound, he withdraws his fingers, rolling me onto my front. My arms are caught beneath me, but it’s not uncomfortable.

He straddles me, my legs quite close together for once, and then he raises my ass off of the mattress, just a little. I feel the head of his erection rub against me, finding my entrance, and then he’s inside me… so deep it makes me gasp.

I arch my back, wanting more and he leans over me, his hands on my waist, holding me down as he thrusts into me,harder and faster. There’s something different about this. There’s something desperate and powerful behind each stroke, behind each guttural groan.

“Take my cock…” he says, with an urgency in his voice.

“Give me more.”

We’re both feeling this, both needing it.

He plunges into me, setting my body on fire. “Tell me you’re close, Josie.”

“I’m close… please, Drew. Please make me come.”

He leans over me even more, so I can feel his weight, and swivels his hips, grinding into me. That’s all I need to plummet, pleasure chasing me, catching me, consuming me…

I surface, aware that he’s still now, that the moment has passed for him, too. He’s spent, as am I, and he lies on top of me for a moment, dragging air into his lungs before he pulls out of me and rolls onto his side, turning me, so I’m facing him.

I feel a fingertip on my cheek, a kiss against my lips.

“I’m sorry.”

How can he be apologizing after that? “Why?”

“Because yesterday was tiring,” he says. “I should have let you sleep.”

“I can’t think of a nicer way to be woken up.”

He chuckles. “Neither can I. I found you in my arms and I had to touch you… had to have you.”

“I’m not complaining, Drew,” I say, nestling against him. “I liked the feeling of being wanted so much.”

“You are. I think you always were.”

I lean back, even though he keeps a hold of me. “Is that a memory?” Can it be? Is it possible he’s recalled something about us, or about our past?

“No. But it’s like when you said you’ve always loved me. I feel the same way. I might have only known you for a few days, but it’s like you’ve always been here.” He takes my hand, restingit against his chest, over his heart. “I don’t want that to change, Josie. I don’t want this to end.”

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