Page 228 of Rock Me All Night
He releases my hair. His hand goes to the space between my shoulder blades. The other goes to my side. He pushes me onto the couch, pinning me with his hips.
I run my hand over his chest and shoulders, exploring every inch of them.
I sigh into his mouth. He releases our kiss and brings his lips to my ears, neck, collarbones. He pulls off my t-shirt, breaking my grip on his shoulders to get it over my head.
I arch my back into him. I let out a loud moan. No holding back. I want Drew to know how much I want him, and I want him more than I've ever wanted anything.
My body is buzzing. Every part desperate to be touched. Even... maybe...
I'm doing this, whatever it means.
He sucks on my earlobe and all that apprehension drips away. His mouth feels damn good. My nipples tighten. That flutter spreads to my stomach and thighs.
Drew grabs my hips and adjusts my position so my crotch is right below his. I can feel him through my jeans. He's hard and he's pressed up against me. I shift my hips to grind against him.
It's just the right amount of friction. Pleasure rushes through me.
Drew lets out a low groan. He unhooks my bra and pulls it off in a huff.
His lips close around my nipple. He runs his tongue over it with just the right amount of pressure.
He rocks against me. The weight of his body feels so damn good. He's warm and he's hard and he's mine.
His hand slides up the inside of my leg. My breath hitches. My chest tightens.
"Drew." I try to relax as I exhale but it's not working.
He brings his lips back to my ear. "I want to touch you, Kara."
And God does that feel good. Every place his fingertips touch buzzes with need. All these clothes in the way. Usually they protect me from questions, but now they're keeping me from Drew.
"I'm going to go insane if I don't touch you." He drags his teeth over my neck. He grabs my hand and slides it over his. "Show me."
Okay. I can do that. I relax into the couch. The tension in my chest eases.
I guide his hand up my thighs and between my legs.
There.
He rubs me over my jeans. Just hard enough. Just heavy enough.
Pleasure shoots through me. I arch my back and surrender to it.
The pressure builds, tighter and tighter, until I'm almost there. I groan. I dig my nails into the skin of his back and hold his body against mine.
Drew kisses his way back to my lips. I moan into his mouth. I sink my nails into his skin.
Pleasure builds. More. More. More. Until I'm almost on the edge. I buck my hips. I kiss him back as hard as I can.
The smooth fabric of my underwear presses against me. Almost. I break free of our kiss and pant.
"Drew," I groan.
His teeth scrape against my neck. He rubs me with that same perfect pressure. That pressure inside me builds until I'm on the edge. I let out a low moan and rake my nails over his back.
There.
An orgasm builds inside me, more and more and more. And then I'm there, and everything inside me releases. Pleasure washes over every inch of my body. It's in my hips, my chest, my fingers and toes.
