Page 68 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

I smiled and continued the task I set forth to accomplish. It didn’t take long. I knew when the caressing touches to my head turned urgent and he gripped my hair he was close.

‘Jessa,’ he said my name in a low warning, but I wasn’t going to pull away. Like the times in London, I wanted to finish him completely, but I did appreciate that he gave me notice in case I had changed my mind on that. I wasn’t going to, there was something erotic about finishing him with my mouth. The intimacy and the trust that went with feeling him explode in my mouth made me so turned on.

When he came, he moaned out in pleasure. Knowing I could bring this man to his knees was the most intoxicating thing I could ever do.

He tossed the towel on the floor and scooped me up, so I was lying next to him on the sofa. He kissed me so passionately, that when he pulled away, it took me a few moments to catch my breath. He picked me up, laid me down on my back on the ottoman a few feet away. He kissed me, moving to my neck, to my secret spot behind my ear, then down to my chest. He hovered, kissing the incisions where I had my implants removed a few months ago. ‘Don’t ever damage yourself again,’ he whispered as he kissed the last inch of the still healing incision.

He made his way down my stomach and when he got to the bottom, he knelt on the floor and looked at me. ‘Don’t ask me to stop,’ he said with a wicked promise attached to it. I spread my legs to him in welcome.

‘I wouldn’t dare.’

‘Atta girl,’ he told me and dove right in. He flicked his tongue over and over my clit, making me squirm and moan. His tongue was as magical as I remembered it had been. How I had longed for this, for over a year I’d been missing out on this. When he slid his finger inside me, stroking the inside of my wall, it sent me over the edge in mere moments.

‘Drew,’ I called his name as my whole body started to tremble, my orgasm exploding. He didn’t stop until he was sure I’d taken all I could.

He slowly slid his finger out of me, kissing my thighs before crawling up to meet my lips with his and I could still taste myself on his tongue. I was sensitive between my legs, where I felt his long erection poking at my apex, even though he was hovering over me. I ran my hands through his hair, then along his back, over his abs, and ended up instinctively reaching for him. I took him in my hand, slowly working him. He was already hard, despite the blow job I had just finished him with. He lowered slightly, allowing me to better grip him. His tip, rubbing up against my ever-sensitive clit, causing me to moan.

I was wet, I could feel my wetness on him on my next stroke, and even more on my next one. I rubbed him up against me, positioning him at my opening, arching my back to allow him entrance.

‘You sure?’ he asked, the fear he might hear no clearly evident. But there was no way I would be uttering that word tonight.

‘I need you,’ I pleaded, looking him in his unique hazel eyes.

He pushed in slowly, wetting his tip before pulling back then pushing in farther, allowing my body to adjust to his impressive size. It was a tight fit, but he went slow as to make it less painful for me, inch by inch until he was fully inside me. ‘Fuck,’ he let out a low growl, and pulled back and pushed in again slowly. ‘You’re so tight.’ He leaned down and kissed me slowly as he leisurely rocked in and out of me. He stilled, resting his forehead against mine.

‘Did you?’

His chest moved, a sure sign he was silently laughing. ‘As good as you feel, no.’ He rose up on his arms to kiss me. ‘Have a bit more faith in me.’

He lifted me until I was practically sitting on him, ‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he instructed and I obliged as he stood, picking up the towel as he did, all the while still buried deep inside me.

He walked to the bedroom where he laid me down on my back in the middle of the bed, never once breaking our connection. He kissed me as he stilled, fully inside me, filling me completely. ‘I didn’t want the first time we made love to be on an ottoman,’ he chuckled.

‘This is definitely more comfortable,’ I agreed, kissing him slowly as he reached under me, squeezing my ass, pulling me closer to him.

‘God, you feel amazing,’ he whispered in my ear.

‘Why did we wait so long?’

He stopped and looked me in the eye, ‘You needed to be mine.’

‘I’ve always been,’ I whispered, assuring him nothing had ever wavered on my end.

I ran my hand through his hair. ‘I love you so much,’ he told me as I felt my eyes watering, the magnitude of making love to him finally catching up to me.

He wiped a tear from my face. ‘You are my life, cupcake, there’s nothing more important to me than you,’ he said, his voice full of love and emotion, our lovemaking not lost on him.

‘I love you,’ my voice caught as he rolled into me slow and deep, still squeezing my ass.

‘Can I go faster?’ he asked and I nodded, kissing his chest, cherishing every moment. How long I’d waited for this.

He held my legs and got progressively faster. I tried to meet him thrust for thrust when I started to feel the familiar twitching of my core, the start of another orgasm building. ‘Drew,’ I panted.

‘That’s it, baby, come for me again,’ he encouraged, not slowing down as my pressure rose to my breaking point.

‘Mmmm,’ I whimpered, as my body began to shake again, ‘Drew.’

‘Yeah,’ he answered, thrusting into me a few more times before he abruptly pulled out and jerked himself over my tummy, panting, ‘Fuck’.

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