Page 87 of Back in Black

Gillian couldn’t help but groan as her nipples tightened almost painfully.

He kept it up for so long, toying with her nipples, playing with them, licking, stroking, sucking, and pulling, that she thought she might come just from that.

But just as the release began to build within her, he retreated and looked at her body again.

Biting her lip to keep from moaning out her disappointment, Gillian watched him. When he half smiled, shedidmoan, unsure of what was to come. She was already so primed, even her skin tingled.

“Drew?”

“Shhh.” Clasping her knees, he drew her legs up to bend them and then opened them wide.

Gillian turned her face away, but when nothing more happened, she looked at Drew again.

He’d been waiting for that, apparently, because he whispered, “Better,” in approval.

And . . . it was. Seeing his face, what he felt as he looked at her exposed body, heightened her arousal even more.

She was on the verge of asking for his touch when, with one hand, he covered her sex, and with the other he came back to her breasts. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her; she needed to feel that.

He pinched one nipple lightly—and just held her like that. It was excruciating, needing him to do more, but almost unable to bear it.

He pressed his palm to her. “I can feel how wet you are already.”

“I’m ready,” she agreed. More than ready.

Every so often, the fingers at her nipple tightened or released, rolled or rubbed. By shifting her shoulders a little, she could make it happen, but not to the degree she needed.

He took his gaze off her face to look at her sex, and Gillian held her breath.

When he began lightly petting her, she wanted to melt. It was incredible, but nowhere near enough.

“Open your legs a little more. As far as you can.”

She tried to do as he asked—and he rewarded her by sliding two fingers into her, thrusting deep in one smooth move.

Her hips lifted off the bed.“Drew.”

“Don’t move, Gillian. Not until I’m inside you.”

She was getting frazzled enough that she snapped, “When will that be?”

He brought his thumb up to her clitoris. “When I’m done having fun this way.”

That was all she needed, that one additional touch just there. Her eyes sank shut and her lips parted. It wasn’t easy to stay in such an awkward position, especially knowing that he took in her every expression and could see every inch of her. She knotted her hands in the sheets to ground herself and strained to keep her legs sprawled wide.

“Come for me, Gillian.” His thumb moved over her; his fingers moved in her.

She felt herself tightening.

“That’s it, honey.” He sounded as turned on as she felt. “That’s it.”

The climax slammed through her with startling strength, rocking her body and clenching her muscles so that her thighs closed around his hand. They both groaned.

Just as the release began to fade, he pulled his fingers from her and put them in his mouth. His eyes closed as he licked away her taste. When he opened them again, their gazes met.

He moved between her legs, but not to enter her.

Lifting up, Gillian asked in confusion, “Drew?”

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