She giggled.“Not so collected now, are you?”
Her hand was ripped from him as he pounced, pushing her back on the bed, pulling off his boxers.He pinned her arms above her head.
“Who said I was?You drive me crazy.”With those words the head of his penis was positioned at her entrance.He was close now, so close, why had he stopped?
“Shit.”He looked down at her, releasing her hands.“I don’t have protection.”
She had to stifle a laugh.“I’m on birth control.And I’m clean.”
He seemed to shudder in relief.“Me too.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He pushed into her with one long thrust, like he was made for her and she for him.
They shared breath for a moment, adjusting to each other, feeling each other.She felt like he was staring into her soul.
He began to thrust slowly, experimentally, his hand tracing her face.Sex hadn’t felt like this before.It had always been quick, and focused on the man’s pleasure, with her being lucky if they paid her any attention at all, let alone try and figure out what she liked, what brought her pleasure.
“Okay?”he whispered.
“I’m perfect ...you feel amazing.”
She thrusted her hips upward, to take him deeper, a silent asking.He understood.God, he understood, he hooked her legs up higher and thrusted deeper, harder, pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in.His movements were so strong that he pushed them all the way back up to the top of the bed.Her release was moving up her spine, begging to be let out.He was close too, she could tell.His thrusts had lost any kind of rhythm, and he was murmuring incoherent things like “I can’t believe” and “best ever,” in between saying her name.
“Drew, I’m going to...”
“Me too, me too, me too.”
He moaned as she cried out, as she clenched around him, and he spilled himself into her.
It didn’t matter that it had been the best sex of her life, that they were both panting and tired, she needed him again.After a few minutes she began to kiss his body, delighting in his woodsy scent, the one that she could pick out of a lineup.Heavenly and just Drew.He hardened again almost instantly, and she grinned, locking eyes with him before taking him in her mouth.She coated him with her tongue, running up and down, until he was trembling, murmuring her name.Then, before he could climax, she lowered herself onto him and began to ride.This time it was gentle, slow, and he was looking at her with something akin to reverence.The words hung there, in the air.
She could feel it in her heart, her blood, her bones.See it in his eyes.
Say it, Alana.Just say it.Be brave.
But she wasn’t brave.The frustration stole the breath from her, and she rode him faster, harder.
“I can feel you everywhere, so deep,” she murmured.
His hands held her hips tightly, bringing the slightest bit of pain.
“You’re so good, so beautiful, I don’t deserve this.”
Fine, if she couldn’t say the three little words, she’d settle for the next best two.
“I’m yours,” she burst out.
Those words were his undoing, as he spasmed inside her, pulling her down even tighter over him.The deepness of him, no one had ever been that deep, brought a scream from her lips as she shook with her own pleasure, until she fell over him, draped over his chest as they shared breath until his evened out.She smiled against him, falling into a sleep quicker and easier than she had in years.
