Chapter 42 #2
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, gently pressing his fingers to my lips. “See how incredible you are? How could I ever get enough?”
The taste was different from getting a hint of it when I kissed him after he went down on me. But it wasn’t unpleasant, and the way Drew watched me with fierce hunger and unadulterated love made heat pool in my belly all over again. When I gently sucked his fingers clean, his breath caught.
“Fuck, Harper,” he groaned, pulling his fingers away to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
His kiss stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and aching for more. It wasn’t enough for him either because a second later, his hands went to his own clothes, yanking his T-shirt over his head.
The muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled in the dim light, as he stood briefly to shove his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them aside.
My gaze traveled hungrily over him—the broad shoulders, the defined chest, the trail of dark hair leading down to his thick, hard cock standing proud against his stomach.
He was magnificent. And he was mine.
He reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a condom.
His eyes met mine again as he tore the wrapper open.
“Need to be inside you,” he said, his voice thick with need.
“I need to feel you wrapped around me. Nothing is as perfect as feeling your sweet pussy convulse around my cock.” He rolled the condom on with efficient movements, his gaze never wavering.
In the next breath, he was back on the bed, kneeling between my thighs. He leaned down, bracing one hand beside my head, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. The broad head nudged against me, slick with my arousal. “Look at me, Harper,” he commanded softly. “Keep looking at me.”
I nodded, unable to speak from the sheer intensity of the emotions flooding my system.
Slowly, he pushed forward. The stretch was an exquisite, delicious burn as he filled me inch by agonizing inch.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and I bit my lip again to hold back another moan that was threatening to escape. God, he felt so good.
He paused when he was buried to the hilt, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. Our eyes remained locked, and in that moment, it felt like so much more than just sex. It was a silent vow that we belonged to each other.
“Fuck,” he choked out, his voice raw and his eyes filled with desire so thick it made me feel like a goddess.
“God, Harper…you feel so fucking good.” He dropped his forehead to mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, the words a hot caress against my lips.
“Love feeling you like this. Taking me so deep. I’m yours.
You own me, do you know that?” He pulled back slowly, almost completely out, then thrust forward again.
The friction was incredible— every thrust driving deeper, every inch claiming me.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmured, his gaze unwavering.
“I want to see everything you feel, and your eyes never lie.”
He started moving with slow, deep thrusts. Each stroke was steady and purposeful—like he knew exactly how to unravel me. He filled me so completely it felt like he was made for me.
When I met his gaze, the same emotion surging in my chest was mirrored back at me. It was overwhelming—the way he moved inside me, the way his eyes lingered like he was memorizing every flicker across my face. Tears spilled over, and he kissed them away, never faltering in that devastating rhythm.
“That’s it,” he whispered against my temple, his hips rocking into me relentlessly. “Let me feel you.” His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit again. “Come for me again, Harper. Come on my cock and let me feel it all.”
The dual stimulation was too much. Pleasure coiled tighter and hotter than before, amplified by the depth of his thrusts and the unbroken connection of his gaze. “Drew…” His name was a plea.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, his voice rough with his own need.
His thumb worked magic on my clit, matching the rhythm of his deep, penetrating thrusts.
“Let go. Give me everything you’ve got, Harper.
I’m never letting you go. I want to feel you come around me and watch you fall apart for me.
” He kissed me again quickly. “Only for me now.”
His words, the possessive heat in his eyes, and the relentless pressure building inside me all crashed together.
My climax hit me like a tidal wave, violent and all-consuming.
My mouth opened in a soundless cry as my body convulsed, clamping down on his cock with pulsing intensity.
I fought with everything I had to keep my eyes open, locked on his, and I saw the exact moment my pleasure became his—his eyes flared wide, his jaw clenched, and a groan ripped from his chest.
“Harper. Fuck,” he groaned as his thrusts became erratic, driving into me as my inner muscles milked him.
“So good…so fucking perfect… Love you…” His words were broken, gasped against my skin as he buried himself to the hilt and held there.
He pulsed inside me, and his release triggered another wave of aftershocks that shuddered through my trembling body.
His weight collapsed against me, a welcome anchor as we both gasped for air.
Still buried deep inside me, his body shook with the aftershocks of his release.
The heat of his breath was ragged against my neck where he’d pressed his face.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice broken with emotion. “God, I love you so much.”
He shifted slightly, careful not to crush me, but kept his arms locked around me, holding me close as if he was afraid I was a figment of his imagination that might disappear if he wasn’t touching me.
He finally pulled out, disposing of the condom quickly before gathering me back against him, skin to skin.
The silence stretched between us, filled only by our slowing breaths and the distant sound of Rory’s soft breathing from her crib, but I didn’t feel any need to fill it.
I was content to lie here in his arms.
As sleep started to claim me, one last thought filtered through my mind.
No one had ever made me feel more loved unconditionally than he did.