Chapter 40 Interrupted
-Annie-
I’m not sure how to handle all the sensations running through my body.
Everything is on fire, and I want to pull Drew closer.
After he pulled off his shirt, I couldn’t stop my hands from discovering all the planes of his body.
Because of the dark, I can’t see them with my eyes, but that almost makes it more exciting.
I can feel his dick move in his pants beneath me, and it makes me hotter and bolder.
He isn’t just kissing my mouth; he is kissing down the skin of my neck, sucking the spot from earlier, and I burn hotter.
He isn’t there for long before he moves his lips lower and lower before stopping.
Why is he stopping? I think, annoyed. I feel his breath across my skin as he says, “Can I take it off?” I quickly respond “Yes” and then mentally add that I want him to take them all off.
I want nothing separating me from Drew. My brain refocuses on the feeling of Drew pulling my tank up and over my breasts before it is thrown somewhere in the car.
But it’s not enough, my brain screams. Feeling bold, I reach behind my back and undo the clasp holding my bra around my body, letting it drop.
I’m not sure if it’s the dark making me bold or the groans that are escaping from Drew, but I feel wonton in this moment with him.
When my bra drops onto our laps, Drew lets out a deep groan and pulls my body against his and it feels amazing.
My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are peaked: when they brush against his chest, it sends a rush through my body.
I can’t help thinking I’m going to burn up here in the backseat of his car.
He keeps kissing me, and it’s not just on my mouth.
His lips are following the same line he’d just kissed, but this time there isn’t a stopping point, and his mouth continues a path down the top of my breast to my raised nipple.
I can’t help myself as his tongue flicks against it—I feel his name leave my mouth and my hands grip his hair.
What he is doing is sending pleasure to my clit, and I can’t help but grind it into him through our clothing.
I feel like I’m chasing this pleasure he is generating in my body.
I’m not sure I knew that his kissing and touching my breast would generate this feeling of need.
I’ve felt lust before, but my brain registers that I’ve never felt it this strongly, with this desire for more, I need so much more.
Drew must be reading my mind as he lavishes his undivided attention on my breasts, sucking and licking and wrapping his hands around them.
Then I’m moving, and I can feel my back against the seat.
I can see the faint line in the dark of Drew above me.
My brain can’t understand how he did that without his lips never leaving my body but has no problem with the new direction of his kisses down my stomach.
I feel myself arching into him as he continues to move down running his tongue around the very edge of my belly button.
He doesn’t stop there long before he is running his tongue along the edge of my skirt, and I know without a doubt that his next destination is my clit.
I’m so ready to feel him there… when I hear the alarm in the dark.
I freeze, thinking that we’ve been caught almost naked in the parking lot.
I feel Drew’s forehead rest against my stomach and his deep breaths across my skin.
He isn’t moving or rushing to cover our bodies.
“It’s my alarm,” he says into the dark. “I set one before leaving your driveway, because I didn’t want us to miss your curfew. ”
Damn, what time is it, I think, and as if he’s reading my thoughts, he says, “I set it for 11:30, just in case we lost track of time or had driven to the shaved ice place.” He has been so thorough with planning most of the events tonight, and before I can thank him, he pulls his head off my stomach and says, “We better get dressed and head out if we want to make it home in time.” I sit up and start trying to feel around for my top or bra, coming up empty on both.
“Here’s your bra, I think your tank top is in the front seat,” Drew says from beside me.
“Thanks,” I respond as I pull the straps on and secure the clasp of the bra behind my back.
He already has his shirt on when he leans into the front seat to grab my tank and hands it back to me.
I pull it over my head and down my sensitive skin.
“You ready?” he says next to me in the back seat.
“Ready when you are,” I respond. Drew opens the door, and the overhead light is harsh, making my eyes adjust to the scene in front of me.
Drew’s hair is sticking up in random places from where my fingers have been, and his lips are slightly red and swollen from our kisses.
I can see that he is making the same review of my appearance.
A smile breaks over his gorgeous face, showing off that dimple I can’t resist. He pulls himself out of the car and puts his hand out to help me.
When we are both standing outside, he leans down and gives me a soft kiss, and I shiver.
“You cold?” he asks, standing back up. “Yeah, a little,” I say, because the night breeze over my too-hot skin is chilly.
“Hold on, I think I have a hoodie in the trunk,” he says as he heads towards the back of the car.
He comes back holding out a baseball hoodie.
I take it and slip it on; it smells like him, and I savor the smell.
We both slip back into the front seat. We both reach for the other, and our hands interlock on the console.
Drew drives us home. We both seem a little lost in thought, and the only sound is the radio.
It doesn’t bother me at all: it’s exactly what I need.
I need it to cool down from our activities by the lake.
When Drew pulls into the driveway of his house, it is 11:58, and we have two whole minutes to spare.
I’m the first to break the silence. “Great idea with the alarm, we would have totally missed curfew without it.” “Yeah, I would have spent all night with you, if we hadn’t been interrupted,” he says.
“Walk me to my door?” I ask. “Lead the way, Angel,” he says.
As we are walking up, Dad does his move of opening the door, making quick eye contact, and shutting it again.
Drew laughs, and I forget he hasn’t been present for one of Dad's curfew check-in and run acts. “You’ll get used to it,” I say, joining in on the laugh.
“If you say so, Angel,” Drew says, still laughing.
We make it to the door, and I don’t want to go in, but I know I have to, so I turn and look at Drew in the porch light.
“Thank you for the best first date. I think if you ask me out again, I’ll say yes.
” Drew smiles and takes a step closer. “Well, Angel, I’m going to book you every Saturday, so add me as a recurring event in your calendar.
” “I like the sound of that, consider it done,” I say back.
“Can I kiss you goodnight, or is your dad going to pop up again at any moment?” Drew whispers, like he thinks my dad is on the other side of the door listening.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pull his face down to mine, and kiss him, but I pull back after just a quick brush of our lips.
“Looks like we made it ok tonight, Dimples.” Drew steps back, and I open my door.
We both say goodnight one more time before I slip into my house.
When I get to my room, I pull my phone out of my bag and set the event in my calendar. Then I text Drew the invitation.
Annie
Event booked with no end date listed
Drew Davis
Sounds like a plan
Annie
Goodnight Dimples
Drew Davis
Goodnight Angel
As I get ready for bed, I mentally play out the night again in my head. Drew really made me feel special tonight. Not only physically but emotionally. I can’t help as I settle into bed feeling so happy, thinking, It wouldn’t be so hard to fall in love with someone when that someone is Drew.