Page 275 of Rock Me All Night
"Not a million times."
"A hundred thousand?"
"No."
"A thousand?"
My cheeks burn. I avert my gaze to the ceiling.
"Fuck. I have a lot of catching up to do." He presses his lips to mine. "You have to show me sometime."
"Is it really that interesting?"
"Fuck yes." He pulls my other strap off my shoulder and rolls my tank to my stomach. He drags his hand to my other nipple, teasing me. "What do you think about when you touch yourself?"
"You mean when it's about you?"
"You thinking about other guys?"
I shake my head. "Not for a long time." I look up at Drew. His eyes are fixed on me like he's hanging on every word. This is a whole other level of intimacy, but I want that with him. I take a deep breath. "You touching me or inside of me." My cheeks burn. "Or things I want to do to you."
"Like what?"
I can't say this aloud. It's too much. But it's not like he's going to complain.
I make eye contact. "You're making this difficult."
He smiles. "Chose those words carefully, didn't you?"
I shift, straddling him so I'm on top, looking down at him. Here goes nothing. "I want to suck you off."
His eyes go wide. "I want to watch you touch yourself after."
"You're not in a position to make demands."
He brings his hand to the back of my head and presses me into a deep kiss. "Not a demand. A request. After."
"After." I grind against him.
I drag my hands over his chest and stomach. His body is so hard and defined and there's something so pleasing about the way it feels against my palm, like it was meant for it.
My hands brush the soft hairs below his belly button. He shudders, his hips rocking against me. I go lower, lower, until I'm at his waistband.
Lower. I rub him over his pajamas.
Drew groans into my mouth. He digs his fingers into my chest, squeezing my nipples.
I pull off his bottoms. Drew lifts his hips to help me. Then they're at his knees and off his feet. Then it's just him.
Something in Drew turns on, something animal. His pupils dilate. His breath gets heavy. He pulls the top over my head and tosses it on the floor in one desperate movement.
I press my lips against his neck then work my way down. I draw an outline around his chest piece with my tongue. His skin tastes good. Like soap and like Drew.
His hand goes to my hair. It presses gently against the back of my head, ready to guide me to just the right spot.
I drag my hands down his defined stomach. They rest on his hips, and I hold on tight as I position myself.
The muscles of his stomach tense. I flick my tongue against them. Then a little lower. I nibble on skin just below his belly button.
