Chapter 16 Drew
DREW
“Drew.”
I opened my eyes trying to figure out where I was.
Did I dream it, or did someone just call out my name?
I sat up and it took me a second to get oriented. It was late, the TV screen was black, there was a pizza box on the floor and I was on the sofa next to … I glanced over and when I saw the sleeping beauty beside me it all came back to me.
Emilia. And she was moaning my name?
“Drew?”
She said it in a whisper. I leaned closer to her and saw that she was frowning.
“Drew.”
This one was sighed.
Emilia’s breathing became ragged. “Drew … don’t …”
Uh-oh.
“Please don’t stop,” she moaned.
I went instantly hard.
She kept pushing back against me, almost like she was waiting for me to get into big spoon position.
Holy fuck did I want to wrap my arms around her and let her press her ass against my rock hard dick.
“Right there,” her voice hitched. “Oh my god, right there.”
Down boy. My own breathing had gone shallow as I watched her undulate. As much as I wanted to touch her it was a boundary I couldn’t cross. Not without her consent.
Her T-shirt had hitched up and the bottom of her black bra was peeking out. Too much of a distraction. I needed to slide it back down. I reached over and gently eased the shirt lower, but my touch must not have been gentle enough because Emilia’s eyes fluttered open then closed again.
“Drew,” she sighed. “Kiss me.”
Okay, that was an explicit invitation. It was exactly what I was dying to do, but there was no way I’d Sleeping Beauty my way to a kiss. She’d given me permission. No, she’d requested it.
“Now,” she murmured.
Okay, that was a command. Her eyes fluttered open and closed again.
I bridged my arm over her body and leaned down to kiss her. Just a sweet goodnight kiss.
At least that was the plan, until Emilia whipped her arm behind my neck and locked me in place with my lips pressed to hers.
Her lips parted immediately, and her tongue found mine. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as the kiss deepened. It was nothing like the kiss at the resort. If that was an appetizer, then this was a feast.
The woman was stronger than she looked, because she pulled me down on top of her. I moved closer, bumping between her legs so I could press against her.
“Drew?!”
This time her voice sounded completely different. Not woozy. Awake. Alarmed.
I pulled back immediately. “Yes, it’s me. Yes, this is really happening. And yes, you’re awake. With all that established… is this okay?” I asked.
She was beneath me, blinking in shock and breathless. Neither one of us moved, because what happened next had the potential to change everything.
Emilia stared up at me.
Waiting, not worried.
Then she tilted her face up in a clear request. I slowly lowered myself back onto her and stopped a hair’s breadth from her lips. “Are you sure?” I whispered. Instead of answering, she pressed her mouth to mine making a small, desperate sound that made my cock strain against my sweatpants.
The kiss quickly turned feverish. I pushed between her legs and even that was enough to evoke little trembles from her.
“Is this a bad idea?” she asked in between kisses.
“Don’t know, don’t care. The only thing that I care about right now is getting you naked.”
She giggled but it turned into a gasp of surprise when I whipped her shirt off, leaving her in just her black bra.
“Fucking perfect,” I exhaled as I took in her incredible breasts.
She didn’t answer—well, not with words. Her response was to try to wrench my shirt off. I pulled it off with one hand and we pressed our bodies together, letting out a sigh at how incredible it felt to be skin-to-skin.
Emilia’s hands moved down to grab my ass.
“Ouch,” she laughed. “Rock hard.”
“That’s not the only thing that is,” I whispered in her ear.
She slid her hand to my cock and rubbed it over my sweats. “Show me,” she breathed.
I moved off of her reluctantly and she sat up. She unsnapped her bra in a single, fluid motion, tossing it aside, and leaving her topless.
I felt like the wind got knocked out of me. They had to be the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen, full and heavy with perfect little rosebud nipples. I leaned down to take one in my mouth.
Emilia arched her back and I raced to slide my arms around her as I kissed and tongued her nipple. I was so out of my mind for her that it was starting to become a real possibility that I’d come in my boxers—especially if she kept making those horny little noises.
“Pants,” she moaned. “Off.”
I didn’t stop kissing her as I moved to tug at her waistband.
“No, I mean yours,” she insisted. “Now.”
I somehow managed to pull them off while reclining, along with my briefs, leaving me naked.
“Well, okay then,” Emilia stared down at me, wearing a wicked grin.
I clutched my cock at the root and had to force myself not to start stroking. I was so fucking close already, it wasn’t going to take long.
The next thing I knew Emilia was climbing on top of me and taking my full length in her mouth.
“Hold on,” I insisted weakly, because I needed to stop her if I was going to hold on to my self control, but her mouth was too magical to let me do anything.
Emilia didn’t have a gag reflex, taking me all the way to the hilt and holding eye contact the entire time she was deep throating me. I couldn’t decide which was hotter, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth on my cock or the devious look in her eyes as she did it.
And the rhythm. She’d draw me in slowly, teasing, then increase her pace, then slow down again. I felt myself getting shudderingly close to coming, but each time she’d seem to sense it and back off.
“This is torture,” I said in a ragged whisper.
“I know, and you love it,” she whispered back.
Well, she wasn’t wrong about that.
I let her continue for a few minutes longer then finally mustered the strength to gently push her back.
“My turn,” I rumbled as I climbed on top of her. “I’m going to make you beg for me.”
“Oh, you think?” Emilia giggled.
Her laughter stopped abruptly when I pulled her shorts off. I barely even got them over her knees before diving between her legs and dragging my tongue down her sweetness.
“Oh my god,” she moaned when I pressed my tongue inside her.
I teased her exactly the way she had tormented me, varying the pace and intensity of my tongue, mouth, and fingers.
I flicked my tongue on her sensitive nub and she practically levitated off the couch.
I almost lost it myself when she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled me even closer to her body.
Impossibly, my mind drifted back to her saying that she’d faked it with other men. I wasn’t about to let that happen with me. I increased my focus on her clit and was rewarded with an almost operatic shriek.
There was no way she was faking it this time. I could feel her body heating up, clenching, tensing before release. I was close as well but I wasn’t backing down until she was screaming my name.
A few seconds later, I was rewarded with just that. Her stomach went concave and I could feel little fluttery sensations as an orgasm rocked through her.
I watched her beautiful face go all dreamy as she came back to earth.
“What the hell was that?” Emilia whispered.
“A preview,” I said as I stood up. “Let’s go. Time for the main presentation.”
She held her hand out to me and I leaned over and gathered her in my arms. When she snuggled against my chest, still punch drunk from her orgasm, I had to wonder if there was any better feeling.
I was about to find out.
I bumped against my bedroom door and Emilia barely opened her eyes.
“Hey, are you okay?” I hitched my shoulder.
“I’m trying to conserve my strength for what you’re about to do to me next,” she laughed softly.
“So is it safe to say you didn’t fake it that time?” I whispered.
Emilia giggled and smacked my chest. “Stop!”
I gently placed her on my bed.
“Be right back,” I said as I walked to my bathroom.
Condoms. It had been a minute since I’d even thought about having sex. I finally found a box in the back of a drawer.
When I walked back into my bedroom Emilia was on her stomach, giving me a come hither look over her shoulder.
“That ass,” I exclaimed as I walked over. “So fucking perfect.”
I climbed on the bed and gave it a playful slap. Emilia chirped and bit her lip.
Yeah. No more waiting. I ripped the condom wrapper open, slid the thing on quickly, then moved between her legs. Emilia went up on her knees as I gripped her waist.
I ran my cock along her slick seam, teasing both of us for a few seconds.
“Drew,” she scolded me and bumped back against me.
“Always so bossy,” I laughed softly.
“Well, someone has to keep you in line,” she retorted.
I braced myself before taking the next step, because if I wasn’t careful, this was going to end a lot sooner than I wanted. When I felt like I’d calmed myself enough I pushed into her, slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
“Oh,” Emilia sighed. “Oh my god, you feel perfect.”
I couldn’t answer. I leaned forward to touch my forehead to her smooth back, just to take a beat. Then my dick demanded that I get to work.
I gripped her hips tightly and began sliding in and out of her, slowly at first. Emilia arched her back, making little noises that made it even harder for me to hold on. I wanted her to come again, so I reached down to caress her with my fingertips as she bucked against me.
It was hard to keep my focus on her pleasure when my own pleasure was so overwhelming and my dick was constantly about four seconds from exploding.
But I refused to be the kind of man to make Emilia think she needed to fake it.
No, when she was with me, she was going to have as many orgasms as I could manage.
If I could hold on another few minutes, she’d get two today.
I slowed the pace of my thrusting as she seemed to get closer to the edge, then her moan of release echoed around the room. I reached down to wrap her long hair around my hand.
I gave it a little tug as my body shuddered into a climax that had me groaning.
It felt like the orgasm reverberated through my body for ages. I finally caught my breath, and we collapsed onto the bed in a heap, panting.
“Rest up, Mister,” Emilia reached over to pat my hip. “That was round one.”