“Good?” Drew asked, suspended above her. His mask was a mask of pain. Like it was difficult to not move. She imagined it was.
“Yes,”
His eyes closed and his face pinched. “Thank god.” He mumbled then started moving.
Shay felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as his broad cock stretched her, hitting places that came alive under his touch. Her inner walls expanded to accommodate his girth.
Drew burrowed his head into the crock of her neck as his tempo increased. A hand slid under her back to the curve of her ass and lifted.
She groaned at the new angle as his cock sank deeper hitting places she didn’t know existed.
Shay met him thrust for thrust not wanting him to do all of the work as his hips drove faster. His pelvis rubbed against her nub in cadence to their thrusts sending her hurtling over the edge into an orgasm.
Drew didn’t slow through her crisis. He kept pounding into her, extending her orgasm into another one. He didn’t show signs of slowing or that he was close himself.
Drew’s eyes turned molten as he stared down at her then rolled to his back taking her with him. Her legs draped on either side of his hips. This new position felt different. His cock rubbing the front of her inner wall.
“Show me what you like.” Drew said, his hands sliding up and down her sides letting her have complete control.
Shay’s movements were slow at first as she tested the new position. Rolling and moving her hips and found new angles. Each more pleasurable than the next.
Shay leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest as she lifted and lowered her lower half.
Drew’s hands turned into claws as he gripped her hips. His face was pulled tight as she clenched around him lifting up and down.
Sweat trickled down her spine as her body tightened as tight as a bow string.
“Lean back,” Drew grunted, his hips rising up to meet her thrusts.
She obeyed without question.
“Put your hands above my knees.”
Shay gasped arching her back. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, just different. Her movements were more jerky and she couldn’t lift her hips as far. Then Drew’s thumb strummed her clit applying enough pressure to send her over the edge once again.
Before the last tremor faded Drew flipped them back over so she was on her back once again. His hips pistoned in rapid succession. All Shay could do was hold on for the ride when he suddenly pulled out and ropes of hot cum spurted across her chest.
Drew’s lips were pulled back, his face pulled into a grimace as if he were in pain until he emptied himself then collapsed to his side.
Chapter 20
Shay’s body hummed in pleasure. She didn’t think she could move for at least the next hour. Drew had wrung so many orgasms out of her she lost count. Lovemaking had never been like that before.
As exhausted as she was, she couldn’t wait to do it again. Shay knew this couldn’t last forever. She and Drew had their own lives to get back to once Sykes and his associates were behind bars. Which was why she wanted to enjoy every second she could. To soak up as many memories as she could to look back on over the years.
Shay knew in her heart she’d never meet a man like Drew again. No one would ever hold a candle to his lovemaking or make her feel so protected and cherished. She wanted to keep him. To see where this thing between them went, but she didn’t see how.
Her father would never approve and it wasn’t fair to Drew to put him in that position. Drew was secretive about his job. Dating a senator’s daughter would unfortunately put him in a limelight.
Shay turned to her side to face Drew. He laid on his back with his eyes closed. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. She didn’t think he was sleeping, just relaxed. It was the first time, she noted since she met him.
He guarded himself more closely than Fort Knox. She liked him like this. As the leader of the group a lot of weight was thrust on his shoulders.
Drew’s eyes opened. For moment he just stared up before his head turned toward her. Her breath caught at thehot intensity in his eyes. Her face broke into a grin that was contagious for she returned her own.
He shifted to his side so they faced each other. One arm came down on her side, his fingers brushed over her skin soft as a feather as the other tucked under his pillow. “How do you feel? Sore?”
“No,” She didn’t. At least no physically. Now that the afterglow of lovemaking faded her mind started turning. It was strange to think that not long ago she was convinced he hated her and now he was her lover.
