Drew thrust so he hit her sex with every grinding movement. It wasn’t enough to make her come, but it make her wet and needy.
His mouth devouring hers, Drew slid his hands down to the back of her thighs and lifted. Shay wrapped her legs around his waist and kept her arms firmly around his neck.
Drew easily navigated them down the hall to his bedroom. He slowly lowered her to the floor, keeping his hands on her hips to keep her steady. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Shay wedged her hands between them and stroked her hands down his chest, gliding down his abdomen until she reached the top of his jeans. It was a struggle to unsnap his jeans and lower the zipper she was so impatient. After a few tries, she got it.
Reaching inside Shay wrapped her hand around him and pulled him free. Drew pulled back with a hiss. A drop of pre-cum leaked out of the tip. Shay smeared her thumb over the crown, collecting it and drew it to her lips. “You taste good.” She commented, sucking his salty flavor on her tongue.
He had her pants undone and pushed open in seconds. His hand snaked under her panties and inserted two fingers inside her wet, achy core. A wicked glean came over Drew’s eyes as he pumped in and out of her, coating his hand in her wetness.
Shay widened her stance as much as her jeans would allow. Her fingers clung to his biceps for purchase, mewing in pleasure as he filled her. “Yes,” She groaned, feeling her walls clamp down on the digits.
Drew suddenly pulled his fingers free, bring them to his mouth and sucked them in his mouth. “You taste good yourself.”
If he didn’t outweigh her and it would cause her more harm than him, she’d punch him for teasing her. She was alreadyon a knife’s edge. It wouldn’t take much to send her hurtling over into the abyss.
Now that she knew what passion felt like at his hands and mouth it was like a drug she couldn’t get enough of.
“Please,” she wasn’t above begging at this point.
The grin fell from his face. Steely determination entered his eyes. He took a step forward, his chest brushing against hers. Their lips met and their tongues tangled. Shay could taste her musky flavor on his lips, she didn’t care.
Frantically she pushed down his pants further down his thighs, needing him inside of her. Filling her. Bringing to pleasure over and over again.
Drew must have felt that frantic need. He backed her up until her legs hit the bed. Once again, he hooked his hands behind her thighs. He didn’t lift her like last time but pulled her legs out from under her so she landed on the bed. In one tug he had her pants and panties on the floor.
Shay slid back to the head of the bed while Drew shucked off his own pants and boxers before joining her. Shay opened her legs, cradling his hips. His hot engorged cock thrust against her core, her juices coating the crown before he thrust in ball deep in one thrust.
Shay arched under him, groaning at the sudden invasion. Drew didn’t give her a moment to adjust, just thrust in and out of her. A steady pace that had her panting like a dog. Each glide of his cock hit her spot sending her closer and closer to the edge.
It wouldn’t take much more to make her come. She was primed and ready.
He rolled her. The movement so sudden Shay gasped, her knees instinctively pressing against his hips to hold on.
A groan tore from her lips as she sank further on his cock. This was a position she’d never tried before and didn’t know quite what to do.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
She squirmed trying to find the best way when he gripped the sides of her hips and started moving her back and forth.
“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes widened in shock at the new sensation.
She started moving on her own, letting her body guide her. Tension pulled on Drew’s face, the cords of his neck strained as she took her pleasure from him. The control he was giving her. He could easily take back control, but he knew what this meant to her. She cherished this symbolic moment. Tucking into a secret corner of her heart only Drew would ever possess to look back on over the years.
Her pace changed, moving hard and face, grinding down on him. wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. One of Drew’s hands clasped her backside while the other gripping the back of her neck tipping her forward and kissed her.
It was messy and wet, with no finesse. She loved it. Shay nipped at his bottom lip, feeling him pulse inside of her. He liked a bit of pain.
“God, what you do to me,” He husked, his hips rising to meet hers. The hand at the back of her neck fell down to cup her breast. His thumb strummed across her nipple before he pinched it between his finger and thumb eliciting a groan from her. Seemed she liked a bit of pain too.
It couldn’t be half of what he did to her. How much he made her feel alive. Cherished. Loved. If only she had the ability to freeze time and hold onto this moment for the rest of her lip.
Shay’s gaze fell to a deep scar just at mouth level. It was raised and painful looking. It broke her heart seeing the scars littering his body. How she wished she could erase that pain, but they were a part of him. They made him into the man he was today.
Leaning forward Shay rubbed her cheek against it and kissed it. Drew’s moments sputtered. His fingers twitched against her flesh. She knew he hated them, was ashamed. She loved them. Loved every part of him. He looked up at her, his face a mask of emotion. The word in her heart were on the tip of her tongue, but she feared voicing them. Drew didn’t want an emotional entanglement. Telling him she loved him would spoil the moment. He would retreat from her, so she kept it to herself.
She cupped his cheek instead, stroking her thumb over the stubble already growing there. She lilted her head and kissed him, getting lost in him and in the moment. Her rhythm increased, Drew easily met it. The hand still gripping her hip guiding her, urging her faster, harder. Pressure between her legs grew to a crescendo.
