Chapter 3
Dru
Ican hardly believe she’s here. That I get to touch her, finally.
I draw her ivory sweater up over her raised arms, and her skin is nearly the same ivory—so pale and baby-soft. And under the sweater is a lace bra in a smoky taupe lace, the shadow of her nipples peeking through the delicate fabric that I have a sudden need to rip from her body.
Slow down. Breathe.
I take in the sight of her, lick my lips, try to function.
“Jesus, Evie,” I say quietly. In awe.
She shivers the slightest bit; I wouldn’t even have noticed if I hadn’t been looking at her so closely. I don’t think she’s cold, but I run my hands over her arms, then her shoulders, just in case. Or maybe because I need so damn badly to touch her.
I slip my fingers under her bra strap and look into her gray eyes. She blinks at me slowly, then again as she breathes out a soft puff of breath, and I can’t help but smile a little. She lets out a small, nervous giggle.
“I’m not scaring you, am I?” I ask, needing to know.
She shakes her head. “No. I’m not scared. Just… Somehow I want to go faster, but I want to slow this all down so it’s not over too quickly.”
“Oh, darlin’, it won’t be over quickly. I can promise you that.”
She smiles, that gorgeous fucking smile that would bring me to my knees if dominance weren’t such a natural part of me. A part I’m praying she’ll accept, and if I’m very lucky, want.
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and bring her face to mine so I can kiss her again. She parts her lips, and everything in her body gives itself over to me.
Oh, yeah. This woman is definitely submissive, whether she realizes it or not.
I let my hand slip over her shoulder once more, my fingers caressing her collarbone, and she sighs into my mouth. That soft sigh kind of undoes me; my body is fucking burning with need. But I have to slow down, have to keep my promise to her.
I explore her mouth, pull back to lick and nip at her lower lip, then go back in, my tongue twining with hers.
When I pull back once more it’s because I have to taste her pretty skin.
Have to. I lower my mouth to her throat and kiss her there, tracing my way down, leaving soft kisses as I move to the swell of her breasts above the lacy edge of her bra.
She sighs again as I gently take the fullness of her tits in my hands, as I gather them together and kiss the soft mounds of gorgeous flesh.
“Ah, Dru…” she murmurs.
I move my thumbs to brush over her nipples through the lace, and she moans, arching into my touch, and as her nipples go hard, every muscle in my body goes soft, my pussy goes wet, and I’m aching all over with a burning need that scorches me.
Lowering my head, I kiss her nipple through her bra, then gently bite it, careful not to ruin the lacy fabric.
“Please, Dru,” she begs. “Take it off.”
I sit up and reach around her, and with my gaze on hers, I undo the hooks, and the scrap of pretty fabric slips from her shoulders, revealing her full tits. And God, they’re beautiful. I’ve always loved a woman with curves, and Evie has them in all the right places.
I fill my hands with them once more, her skin like fucking silk in my palms, then I lean down to capture her nipple in my mouth and suck.
Gently at first, then, when she pulls my head closer, I suck in earnest, swirling my tongue over the tip before moving to the other side and doing the same. Her nipples are swelling against my tongue as I move from one to the other, and she sighs every time I scrape her flesh with my teeth.
“More, please,” she begs, pulling me even closer.
I bite her hardening flesh; not too hard, but to see how she might respond.
“Oh, yes!”
I smile as I take the other nipple between my lips, sweeping the tip with my tongue before sucking hard, then biting down.
“Unh! God, Dru, yes…”
I’m doing my best to take it slow, but if I don’t make this girl come soon, I think I might fucking die.
I sit up and look down at her, at the pretty pink flush on her cheeks, her glazed eyes, the even prettier red flush on her nipples.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“I want you, Dru. Please. I need…everything.”
A low growl escapes me; I can’t fucking help it.
Then I grab her hips and pull her down until she’s on her back, and unbutton her jeans so I can slide them off.
More of that beautiful, flawless skin, and I see she’s wearing lace panties that match the bra.
Easing my body in between her thighs, I stroke her legs: her calves, then higher, and her thighs part for me.
I bend to place a kiss on her mound, feeling the heat there even through the lacy panties, and she moans once more.
God, that sound…
My body is pulsing with heat, with desire that pulls me into her, and I move the lace aside so I can press a kiss to that juncture at her inner thigh.
“Mmm, Dru… Yes.”
I slip my fingers under the lace, stroking the silky skin there, my other hand moving back up to caress her breast. I keep stroking, stroking, while she begins to pant, and it’s as if my focus, the whole world, is nothing but this incredible woman under me, the scent of her perfume and her desire filling my head.
And the fire inside me is too much, too hot suddenly.
I sit up and unbutton my shirt, slip it off, then take off the sports bra underneath. And as I pull it over my head, Evie’s hands come up, but she hesitates.
“Can I touch you?” she asks. “Is it okay?”
“Yeah. Touch me, darlin’.”
Her fingertips are so damn soft as she feathers them over the underside of my small tits, then she’s bolder as she moves to stroke my nipples, and I’m the one sighing.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” I breathe as my nipples go hard under her touch.
I lay my body over hers; I can’t help it. I have to feel her under me. And she feels too damn good. I’m aching for her, my clit pulsing. But I have to make her come.
Have to.
I kiss her for a few moments before I slide my body down until my face is between her thighs. I kiss her skin, that tender spot just above the top of her underwear, then slip my fingers under the edge, find her soft folds, and stroke.
“Mmm, Dru…”
“What is it, darlin’? What do you need? I need you to say it.”
“I need you to… Oh, yeah. I need you to touch me like that. Touch my clit. Please, Dru.”
“You beg so nicely,” I tell her, loving the tone of her voice, the smokiness of it, the desire so damn clear.
I kiss her stomach as my fingers feather over her clit, and it’s already a hard little nub. My pussy clenches as I move my fingers lower to slide in the slick heat that’s soaking her panties.
I tug at the scrap of lacy fabric. “I think these have to come off.”
“Yes, please. Take them off.”
“Mmm, I love how you say ‘please’ so nicely. I’ll have to give you anything you want if you ask me like that, pretty girl.”
I slip my fingers out, but instead of pulling the panties off, I rub at her clit through the fabric, then move lower to press my palm against the wetness that’s nearly a puddle between her thighs.
Her hips rise up against my hand.
“Ah, Dru! Please… come on.”
I have to chuckle at the lust in her voice, at her almost mewling request. At the way I shiver when I hear it, when I feel her growing even wetter as I massage her pussy, harder and harder.
She’s panting now, and her thighs go tight, signaling her need to come, and I stop.
“Nooo…” she says, the word drawn out.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“I need to come. God, so badly. Please?”
“Like this?” I ask as I slide my fingers under the fabric and into her wetness, plunging right into her slick, warm hole.
“Ah! Yes!”
Her cunt convulses around my fingers as I find her g-spot and rub it hard and fast. In moments she’s arching against me, panting and moaning, then crying out as she clenches around me over and over.
“Dru! Ah, God! Fuckkkkk!”
My body goes hot and tight as she comes, as if I’m almost coming with her, my pussy clenching in time with hers. And Jesus fuck, I don’t know if anything has ever felt so good.
“I need to make you come again,” I tell her. As a warning. As a plea.
I yank the little bit of lace off, pulling it down over her legs, and there she is before me. My breath catches as I gaze down at the small, neat triangle of hair, at her hard little clit poking out, so deliciously swollen and pink. At her juices seeping from between her parted thighs.
I run my fingers over her slit, then bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.
“You taste every bit as good as you look, Evie. I knew you would.”
“Taste me,” she whispers breathlessly.
I smile as I lean in, and pause to inhale her scent: like flowers and the ocean, and a tiny bit of rich musk.
Desire.
Her come.
Using my fingers, I spread her folds, and take a moment to feel the pulsebeat of her blood as it courses through her soft labia.
Oh, yeah.
I lower my head and run my tongue slowly over her clit, revel in her answering shiver. I draw back the hood before I do it again, then again, and she lets out a low moan. Oh, God, this is too good—the feel of her, the taste of her, her every response.
I have to really dive in, then, working her clit with my tongue, then sucking, massaging her sweet pussy lips, pressing a thumb against her wet hole, then sliding a finger deep inside her all at once.
“Oh!”
Her hips arch against me, and I begin to fuck her slowly, building the pace in time with my mouth as I suck her whole clit between my lips. Her hands are on my head, scrabbling to grasp at my short hair, then she moves them down to my cheeks, holding me there.
As if there’s any place in the world I’d rather be than between her sweet thighs.
I suck harder, fuck her harder, as my own body pulses with a need that’s like a hammer in my veins, my clit pulsing in time with hers as her soft moans turn to guttural groans.
She comes in a rush, calling out, and I work her g-spot relentlessly, until the groans turn to screams, her body convulsing under me, and I am so damn close to coming myself.