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Holy fucking shit. Drew is a sight to be seen.
Once his shorts are pooled on the floor, he grips himself and strokes his shaft almost absent-mindedly as his eyes burrow into my soul. Drew Jacobs, without a doubt, in that one simple move, is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
My core pulses, and I instinctually squirm under his gaze to press my thighs together to give myself some relief. But damn. That’s just not enough. I need him. Now. Somehow, I manage to think about the necessities in my urgent state of need. “Condom?”
Before I can say anything else, Drew turns on his heels, and I’m blessed with his chiseled backside quickly retreating into the bathroom. In three quick strides, he disappears, and I hear him unzipping something from the other room. Something drops to the floor and before I can ask, he returns to the bedroom with a strip of condoms in his hands.
Holy shit. There are more condoms than I can count. Does he think we’ll use all of those in one night?
A nervous laugh escapes, and I shake my head in disbelief. “Presumptuous much?”
At least he has the gall to look chagrin…sort of. His head shakes slowly as he dips the mattress with the weight of his knee as he crawls back on. “No. Not all at once, but I’m not about to run out either.” He moves closer to me on the bed and stops when he’s looking me straight in the eye. “God, Angel…” His raspy voice is filled with need. “You have no idea what you do to me. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since you showed up at my door on your birthday, and I can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I tease. “What are you waiting for, Drew? I’m right here.” Somehow comes out sounding self-assured, which makes the corner of his lips tip into a smirk.
Drew shakes his head playfully, “Oh, Angel. You’d better be careful what you wish for. I’m quickly becoming addicted to you and may not let you go.”
Oh. My. Word. Is this what swooning feels like? There’s no way he just laid such a claim to me, right?
In an attempt to process his words, I shrug and say the first thing on my mind, “Would that be such a bad thing?”
Drew lets out a deep breath and closes the distance between us with the shake of his head. When he’s only centimeters from my lips, I feel his breath wash over me. “What am I going to do with you, Angel?”
I don’t even have time to process a response as his body lies flush against me as his lips crash onto mine and devour me for all I’m worth.
His hands roam my body, and my skin erupts into flames. God, he feels amazing. Reaching out to hold him tighter, I run my fingers through his thick hair and along his muscled back. Drew moans into my mouth, as I kiss him back as if my life depends on it. The energy flowing through us is nearly combustible as we nip, lick, and suck at one another.
Without breaking our kiss, Drew shifts his body to the side and traces patterns along my inner thighs with the lightest of touch. Goose bumps erupt from head to toe as his heat rapidly floods me. I can’t tell you if I’m hot, cold, content, or burning with need. All I know is I need more of Drew.
His thick cock presses into my thigh and practically begs for my attention. When I reach out to grip it in my hands, Drew moans in appreciation. It’s smooth but hard as steel. I only get to stroke him a couple of times before he takes my hand in his and pins it above my head.
Through a series of sensual kisses, Drew’s gravelly voice proclaims, “Angel…” kiss. “You’re killing me… There’ll be plenty of time for that later…” Kiss. “But unless you want me to finish off in your hand, I suggest you let me be in charge… for now.” He moves his lips along my jaw and onto my chest as he makes his request.
With the rush of sensations flowing through me, I can hardly think straight. The hunger and need I feel for him makes me complicit to his demands. After all, he’s not saying I’ll never get my chance. He’s only asking for now. When he places his lips over my nipple and draws it in to play with the tip between his teeth, it’s all I can do not to beg for him to give me more.
Maybe Drew can read my mind, or perhaps he’s becoming a master of my body, because I’m fully convinced he knows exactly what I need. He puts the exact amount of pressure on my clit, long enough to have me hovering on the edge before he dips his fingers into me and reawakens the orgasmic bliss I experienced earlier.
“Drew… Need you now,” I pant out as coherent as I can manage because I’m afraid if I go over the edge like before, I may not come back anytime soon. I’ve never been one to have multiple orgasms in one night, but he has me teetering on the brink of ecstasy. “Need you inside me,” I demand more forcefully, so that he understands the severity of my situation.
“Okay, Angel. I’m right here,” he pants as he pauses his focus on me to sheath himself with a condom. In record time, he’s protected and nudging my legs to spread wider to accommodate space for him.
Slow and determined, Drew reaches down to stroke me a few times, and I instinctually wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. My senses are on overload with sensation, and my eyes close as I appreciate how he makes me feel.
“Look at me, Angel,” Drew demands, and my eyes spring open to meet his. He takes his time to align our bodies and enter me. It’s a tight fit, so he slowly inches inside me, with his eyes locked on mine to ensure I’m right here with him.
Oh, God, I thought what he did to me before was an out of this world experience. That has nothing on what Drew does to me once he’s fully seated and begins to move. He swivels his hips in just the perfect rhythm, and I appreciate Drew’s awareness and anticipation of every move he makes. It’s like he’s been given a secret map to my body and knows just how to get the most intense reactions.
As he picks up the pace, I cling to him for dear life. Every nerve ending is like an electric pulse coursing through my body. I feel each inch of him both from the inside and along my skin. I pull myself closer and cling on to every second of reality I can manage. There’s no way I want to go over this edge alone. He needs to be there with me.
Drew shifts our bodies and spectacularly hits a spot I’ve never encountered, and I cry out. “Ohmigod… right there…” I need him to reach it again and again. “Yes… there it is. Holy fucking shit! What are you doing to me?” I pant out as my last coherent thought before I spiral and take Drew right along with me.
My body pulses and spasms harder than I’ve ever experienced. I feel him thrust his hips a few more times. Then his body stills, and he lets out a sound I can’t quite describe before his body goes lax, and he collapses onto me.
“Holy shit, Angel,” he pants, breathless. “The better question is what are you doing to me?”
Drew’s in impeccable shape, but to know I’ve knocked the wind out of him brings a smile of satisfaction to my face. Because I did this to him. Well… we’ve done this together… and it was fucking incredible.
When he pulls back, his expression mirrors my thoughts, and my emotions bubble to the surface. The lopsided grin that plays on his perfect lips makes me a bit bold. So, I tease, “Well, I don’t know about you, but I think it’s imperative we find out if this is a one-time thing, or just an us thing. I’ve never experienced anything likethatbefore. Have you?”
