She continued to stroke him, massaging up and down his length with her hand encircling him tightly. She felt his shuddery breaths against her skin as he pulled his mouth from hers to bury it into the flesh of her neck. Her hand caught a rhythm as she moved over him, feeling his length and hardness grow impossibly. She jumped when she felt his fingers between her legs suddenly, and she moved down his length again, he slid two fingers inside her, the movement easy because of her wetness. He moved his fingers in and out of her, in time to the strokes of her hand against him.
The experience was unbelievably erotic as Drew lost herself in the feeling of him in her hand and his fingers inside her wet depths; it was like they were having sex without actually having sex and part of her wanted to line him up at her opening and let him slide inside. But what they were doing now was deliciously torturous and would make her yearn for the actual act even after they both found release.
She felt his hardness swell up, giving new meaning to the term "rock hard" as his breathing hitched in his chest. He tried to pull away from her hand, but she refused to let him go.
"Drew," he breathed in her ear. "I'm about to –"
"Just do it," she moaned back in a whisper. "Please."
A moment later, she heard him let out a short, soft groan, his body shaking slightly, the noise rumbling deeply in chest and she felt a sudden pool of warmth over the flesh of her stomach. The sensation of it and the knowledge that she'd made him climax, combined with the ministrations of his large fingers still working inside her, sent her toppling over the edge right after him. For the second time, she came, gasping against his mouth as she felt her own fluid gush out of her and over his hand while her body shook and her muscles contracted.
He was still holding himself up on his forearm and he carefully shifted off of her, rolling onto his back as he caught his breath. He glanced over at her, his eyes flickering toward her stomach.
"Sorry about that," he said, his voice deep and low in her ear. "I'll grab a towel out of your bathroom."
"It's okay," she replied, her hands searching over the bed. She found the lacy material of her panties and used them to wipe his seed off her stomach. She thought she might feel grossed out, but she found she didn't mind it at all. She glanced up and saw that he was watching intently. She half-smiled shyly.
"What?" she asked. "I just didn't want you to have to get up."
"No," he said. "It's just—I should probably not find that as hot as I did."
"What?" she asked. "Which part?"
"All of it, now that you ask," he said. He ran his fingers over her now-dry stomach. "But the sight of you usin' your panties to clean yourself up…"
Drew was thankful for the darkness in her bedroom as it masked her blush. Before she could think of something to say in reply, anything, he leaned over and slipped a hand around the back of her head, pulling her close to kiss her slowly and sensuously. She latched around his bottom lip and sucked at it, remembering the nip she'd given him.
"Sorry," she said when she pulled away. She brushed his lip with her fingertips. "I got a little carried away. I just wanted you to shut up and let me do what I wanted to do for once."
He laughed softly. "Well, it worked," he replied, rubbing at his lip.
"Why do you always seem to put up a fight when I want to touch you back?" Drew asked quietly, her cheeks flaming in the dark. She wasn't used to having intimate conversations with anyone; in fact, she considered herself to be a bit of a prude when it came to discussing the topic of sex, even with a lover.
Heath sighed. "I just don't want you thinkin' that I'm doin' anything to you because I need you to do somethin' back," he replied. "I just wanted to make you feel good. To know that it can be that way. I'm guessin' I'm the first person that you've been with since…the attack."
Uneasiness seized her instantly, but she shut her eyes for a moment and shoved the flashbacks that threatened to overtake her to the back of her mind. She took a deep breath and blew it out before replying.
"Yes, you are," she said softly. "And…you've done a good job at making me feel great." Her hand crept slowly toward his on the bed. "So great, that it makes me want to make you feel great, too. And—I want to know that you want me to make you feel great." She laughed at her awkward phrasing as she intertwined her fingers with his. "This may come as a shock, but I did sort of enjoy sex once upon a time. That part of me just kind of went numb after—after what happened."
"'Sort of enjoy sex'?" Heath repeated, his thumb stroking over the back of her hand lightly.