Chapter 19 #3
“FUCK!” I couldn’t control my screams or moans. Dreux’s face between my legs was heavenly. My back arched off the bench, and my mouth fell open.
He wrapped his arms around my hips, locking me in place as he didn’t let up.
On his knees, he was a man starved, as if he were drinking ambrosia from the fountain.
I was a wreck of whiny sounds. Close to the edge, seeing stars in my vision.
My fingers lodged into his coils and I tugged as it hit me. Hard and soft, an unshakable wave of pleasure that consumed me until I was numb.
Gently, Dreux trailed kisses back up to my lips. I pulled him closer, getting lost in the kiss. He tasted like me and that turned me on more.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you come, Saylor,” he told me, taking a moment to just stare at me.
An ache settled between my thighs. A pulsating pain. A need.
I was nestled beneath Dreux naked and he still had on his trunks. I wanted them off and I was half a second away from tearing them away with my teeth.
Holding his pained stare, I reached between us and slid my hand into his shorts, not hesitating to grab him.
Shit.
There was so much of him in my hand, and for a fraction of a moment, I questioned the possibility of going through with this. He was so big as I pumped up and down slowly, the desire to feel him drove me on.
How does he walk around with this?
Dreux’s lips parted and he moaned.
I bit my lip, already becoming addicted to the sounds of his tortured pleasure. “Is this for me?”
He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck.”
I clutched the material of his shorts. “Why do you still have these on?”
Dreux got into the plank position, easing his hips off mine as he hovered above me. Excitement took over as I pulled his trunks lower until he had to kick them off.
We’re doing this.
I felt him on my thigh and the ache increased. Closer. We needed to be closer.
“You on the pill?” Dreux asked, having some semblance of rationale.
The pill. Birth control. Protection. History could not repeat itself.
Shaking my head, I calmed down just a little. “No.”
Dreux nodded, lowering his attention to my body. He cupped me and I was ashamed by the whimper that escaped my lips.
“Please,” I begged.
With hooded eyes, Dreux watched me as he slipped two fingers into me. It only quelled the ache so much, leaving me lifting my hips to meet his ministrations. His strokes were lazy, yet calculated. He knew what he was doing as he peered down at the weak mess he made me.
Dreux came close, stopping at my ear. “As much as I’d love to watch you come on my fingers, I need to feel you now.”
Yes.
Quickly he grabbed his bag from the hook on the wall and fished out a condom from his wallet.
Goddamn.
He was standing there naked and I had never seen a man more gorgeous. Smooth, flawless skin over firm muscles. Truly, he was a work of art.
“Like what you see?” Dreux joked as he caught me staring.
I nodded, not looking up from what had my attention. “I wanna…return the favor.”
Dreux’s jaw clenched and he shook his head. His fist closed tightly around the foil packet in his palm. “I’m not going to be able to hold it.”
“You know, they have remedies for problems like that.” I was only teasing, but I loved the way he narrowed his eyes, ready to strangle me.
He tore the condom open with his teeth. There was something primal and hot about it. Leaning on my arms, I watched as he rolled it on and strolled over to me.
“Remember that,” he seemed to warn. His hands were on my thighs, spreading them open as he hovered over me.
“Oh.” I felt him brush against me.
“I’ll go slow,” Dreux promised.
I thought to tell him this wasn’t my first time, that I could—
My breath caught in my throat. Tingles prickled across my skin as he slowly slid into me. The feeling of being stretched overcame me. My hands shot out, bracing themselves onto Dreux’s shoulders for support.
He wasn’t even halfway in and I was ready to throw in the towel.
Dreux pulled out, relieving the pressure until he was right back inside me, deeper than before.
My legs wrapped around his waist. He wound his hips and pushed further into me. Inch by tortuous inch until he was all the way inside me.
I froze. He stilled.
The pressure. It was intense. It was too much. I couldn’t think straight. All I felt was Dreux.
“Breathe,” Dreux urged gently. “Breathe for me.”
He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. My nerves were a livewire. Tripped up easily by the sensation of his touch, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I cried out.
“That’s my girl,” Dreux coaxed.
His chain dangled between us. I looped my finger around it and tugged him down, needing a kiss.
Dreux moaned into my mouth, his face twisting in agony.
It was too good.
My nails dug into his skin as his thrusts became deeper and I felt the pressure building.
“Dreux.” I called his name, a desperate plea. I was close to the edge and I wanted nothing more than to dive into it.
His strokes sped up and my vision blurred. Skin to skin. Chest to chest. Kiss after kiss. Nothing else mattered, and soon I was gone.