41. Drew
FORTY-ONE
DREW
My head rests on the back of the chair, half closed eyes trained on Jules as my come cools on my body.
Jules is lazily stroking a finger over her clit, and how I wish I was that finger right now.
She’s got the prettiest little pussy and I want a taste so fucking badly my mouth is watering.
I’ve never been so close to losing my mind before then I am right now and all that the sight of the prettiest pink cunt.
Reaching down, I grab my shirt and use it to clean myself before tucking my half hard dick back in my jeans. That orgasm wasn’t nearly enough to feed the hunger I feel for this woman.
“Drew,” Jules murmurs softly.
I look up at her and find her watching me lazily. She licks her lips, eyes raking over my torso. I think she loves looking at my chest almost as much as I love looking at her tits.
“Do you want a taste?”
At first, I’m not sure what she’s asking. She pulls her hand away and I see it glistening with her wetness. If all I get to do is lick her fingers, fuck less I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for a taste of her.
“Fuck, yes.”
I set a knee on the bed between her spread legs, ready to reach forward and take her fingers into my mouth. Jules surprises me by lifting her leg and placing her foot on the center of my chest. I look at her in question and find her smirking at me.
“Always such a brat,” I grumble.
“If you want a taste, you have to get on your knees like a good boy,” she says. “Because I’m not done.”
My heart fucking drops into my chest with elation. Jules holds herself back and I’m more than happy to follow her rhythm and move at her pace. I also know she knows her mind better than anyone else, so when she asks me to get on my knees, I do.
Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I kiss the arch of her foot and her toes curl inward. Then with a yank, I pull her body down the bed. Jules lets out a yelp, which quickly turns into giggles.
“Someone’s eager,” she says, leaning up onto her elbows.
“Beasty, your perfect cunt is inches from my face. Of course, I’m eager.”
She laughs easily, one side of her mouth tilting up into a smirk.
“Tell me stop if it’s too much, okay?” I say. “Stop, fuck off, no, I’ll respond to it all and I will stop.”
Reaching down, she runs the back of her fingers over my cheek and down my jaw. “I know, baby. I wouldn't be doing this if I thought you wouldn’t listen.”
“I want you to enjoy yourself and not worry about me crossing my limits.”
She hums softly, her cheeks glowing red. “Go slow, okay. I want to enjoy this.”
“I wasn’t planning on rushing.”
Reaching out, Jules thrusts a hand into my hair, tugging my head closer.
I don’t dive straight for her pussy like an immature.
She’s soft and wet and I want to enjoy her, savor every second of her.
I kiss her inner thighs, licking at the wetness coating them.
I suck the skin into my mouth, hard enough to leave identical bruises on both thighs.
“Barbaric,” Jules whispers. “No one is going to see those.”
I peer up at her. “I’ll know they’re there.”
Holding her gaze, I run the flat of my tongue over her pussy. We both moan at the same time. My cock hardens immediately and I reach down, releasing it from my jeans. I’m planning on taking my time with her and I don’t want to be in pain the whole time.
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I mumble.
“It better be,” Jules replies.
I nip at her inner thigh in response before licking her pussy again. She tastes like honey and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough. She better be prepared to have me spend the rest of my life on my knees with my head buried between her thighs.
“Do you enjoy being a brat?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she muses. “Do you enjoy being a brat tamer?”
I lightly graze my teeth over her clit and her hips buck up.
I have no other plans than to be between her thighs tonight.
I give her pussy another slow, long lick, alternating between kissing and licking.
Worshipping her the way she deserves to be worshipped.
Jules’s head falls back and I nip at her clit.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
With a soft groan, she lifts up her head, watching me through hazy, half-lidded eyes. In reward, I run the flat of my tongue over her clit.
“You know, I always thought you’d be bad at this,” she says. She’s attempting to keep her voice normal, but I don’t miss the tiny movements of her hips or the way she grips my hair, trying to bring my head close to her clit.
“Always happy to prove you wrong,” I reply.
I want to drown in her and death by her pussy is the only way to go. Thrusting my tongue inside her, I roll my thumb over her clit. Jules moans, low and throaty, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
Her thighs shake around my head but I don’t relent my torture. She wanted it slow and I’m determined to give it to her slow. I continue teasing her, kissing and licking her pussy until Jules starts to make soft mewls of protest.
My cock is painfully hard again, leaking precum and I reach down, wrapping my hand around the tip to stop myself from coming before she does.
“Drew, I didn’t mean this slow,” Jules protests.
Deciding to take it easy on her, I massage her clit with my thumb as I fuck her with my tongue. Jules cries in relief and pleasure, her thighs squeezing around my head and the walls of her pussy clamping, flooding my tongue with her release.
I sit back to catch my breath, giving myself a rough stroke. Jules’s chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.
“I think I saw the multiverse,” she rasps.
“Hmm, and you thought I would be bad at this,” I remind her.
She chuckles lightly, tilting her head to look at me. “To be fair, you go around acting like a man who doesn’t know how to make a woman come.”
Arching an eyebrow, I roll my thumb over her clit and her hips jerk up in response.
Leaning forward, I place open mouthed kisses all over her pussy.
I need more of her. I’m not sure I’ll ever have enough.
The more time I spend with her, the more I want.
The hunger and desperation I have for her is like a black hole--no matter how much I feed it, it just wants more until it’s consumed everything in its path.
Jules is still wet, from arousal and from her orgasms. I don’t know if she can come again, but I’m definitely willing to try if she’ll let me.
“I’ve never come three times in a row,” she warns.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, looking up at her.
“You’re going to give up so easily?” Her brow arches. “I thought athletes don’t give up easily.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I set my mouth back on her pussy, eager to make her come again. I circle her clit with the hard tip of my tongue as I slowly push two fingers inside her. She’s so soft from coming I don’t have any problem sliding them in.
I’m sure she can come again quickly if I apply the right pressure. She’s already sensitive, but I still work her up, eating her like a man starved. Hell, I feel like a man who’s starved. A caveman who just wants to taste his woman.
“Drew,” Jules groans.
“Keep saying my name like that, baby,” I tell her.
I look up at her to find her eyes already on me. The blue of her irises has been swallowed by her blown pupils, her hands gripping her tits, alternating between massaging and twisting her nipples. She’s so lost in her pleasure, she doesn’t care that she’s helping me make her come.
“I want you to scream my name just like that when I make you come,” I say.
“Loud enough for the neighbors to hear and loud enough that it echoes in your memory each time you make yourself come. I’m the only one who makes you come so hard you want to come again until you’re boneless with pleasure and the only thing you remember is my name and my tongue on your clit. ”
Thrusting my fingers inside her, I curl them until I hit that sweet spot. Jules releases a breathless cry, her body arching off the bed. Her grip tightens on my hair painfully and there’s no escaping for either of us.
I suck her clit back into my mouth, massaging that sweet spot inside her.
“Drew!”
My name is a shout, echoing around the room as her pussy clamps on my fingers to the point of pain. She comes so hard it floods out of her. It triggers my own orgasm, my dick pulsing as I come without even needing to stroke myself to completion.
Her thighs squeeze my head and I don’t let up until her orgasm rolls into another one and Jules is a breathless, moaning mess. The sheets are fucking soaked.
I sit back, my eyes trailing up her body to her face. She’s hiding it behind her hands. Reaching for my shirt again, I clean myself. My shirt has been through it tonight. Tossing it aside, I stand up, leaning down to kiss Jules’s belly.
She makes a soft sound behind her hands.
“Jules.” I gently wrap my fingers around her wrist and pull.
“No.”
Fuck, did I push too far? I try to think if at any time she told me to stop and I fucking didn’t listen because I was too lost. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did I actually not listen to her? Did I ignore her body's cues to stop? Did I hurt her?
Jules lowers her hands, reaching up to press her mouth against mine. My body tries to relax into the kiss, but my mind is working twice as hard to keep the distance. Jules pulls back, her eyes slightly unfocused.
“Your silence is louder than your words,” she whispers. “I’m not upset. I’m embarrassed.”
I frown. “Why are you embarrassed?”
Her cheeks are red and I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or from everything we just did.
“I’ve never done that before,” she replies.
For a minute, I think she’s telling me she’s never been eaten out before.
Which I find hard to believe. I know she has a lot of hang ups around sex, probably stemming from more trauma than she’s discussed with me.
But I find it hard to believe she--a woman who always speaks her mind and gives as good as she gets--wouldn’t have advocated for cunnilingus.
Then the reason for her embarrassment finally registers and I give her a lopsided grin.
“Baby, is this the first time you’ve squirted?”
Jules’s cheeks flush redder than before. Reaching behind us, I tug the blanket over her in some semblance of modesty. Jules presses her hands against her warm cheeks.
“What’s so embarrassing about that?” I ask.
“I guess it’s embarrassing in the sense that you never know how your body is going to react with a new partner and I wasn’t aware I could do that,” she says.
“It also depends on the partner.”
Rolling her eyes, she pushes lightly at my shoulder. “Do you want to spend the rest of the night with your ego? You’ll probably need a larger room.”
Pulling her close, I slant my mouth over hers and Jules melts into me. I’ll never get over the way her body relaxes against mine. It makes me feel like I’m doing something right by her side. That she trusts me enough to let down her inhibitions and fears.
That feeling of having her trust is bigger than anything else I’ve ever experienced. Even bigger than winning the Stanley Cup after months and months of practice and on ice effort. Nothing compares to the feeling of having Jules in my arms.