He grew alert again when her hands dropped away and she met his eyes.
"Heath," she whispered. She faltered and bit her lip.
"What?" he whispered back.
"Do you want…to see me?" Her fingers played at the hem of her cropped T-shirt.
Heath swallowed hard. "Drew," he said again. "You don't have to –"
"Do you want to see me?"
He searched her eyes for some semblance of her not knowing what she was doing and saw only want and calm in them. So he nodded slowly.
She took the hem of her shirt between her delicate fingertips and pulled it slowly upward over her head and tossed it aside. She lowered her arms and watched his eyes move helplessly all over her. She pushed backward slowly until she moved off the bed and brought her hands to the waistband of her little boxer shorts on her hips. Heath's eyes widened slightly as she leaned forward and began to inch them off her hips until they slid down her legs. The overprotective part of his brain made him feel like he should tell her to stop, to put her clothes back on, but he couldn't seem to find the words. She was beautiful.
Her breasts were perky and round, generous for her frame but not too big, just perfectly proportioned. Her waist narrowed before bowing out into the slender, beautiful curves of her hips. Her thighs, both slender and thick at the same time, defined with muscle, called out for his hands and his mouth. In addition to her pretty, bright blue bra she wore a matching mesh thong and as she leaned forward to crawl onto the bed he almost lost it when he saw the way the lingerie disappeared between the rounded, high mounds of soft flesh of her backside.
He sucked in his breath when she crawled over him and swung a leg over his hips until she straddled him. He balled his fists into the comforter as she tilted her head and undid her braid, letting her long thick mane flow free. She met his eyes.
"What do you think?" she whispered.
His eyes raked down her involuntarily. "I think you're gorgeous," he replied.
"Do you want to see more?" she asked almost shyly, her voice hushed.
The urge to protest hit his tongue again, borne only out of worry for her, that she didn't know what she was doing, but died on his tongue at the look in her eyes. He nodded again.
She slid a hand to her shoulder and slowly pulled one bra strap down and she used her other hand to hold the cup of the bra to her breast as she maneuvered her arm out of the strap. She moved to the other arm and repeated the action. She covered her breasts with a forearm and slowly pulled the garment off herself.
"Do you want to touch me now?" she whispered.
Wordlessly, he nodded. Drew slowly moved her arms away from her chest and he sucked in another breath as he beheld her breasts for the first time. They were supple, perfectly rounded and formed, and her nipples were tantalizingly erect and pink, practically begging for his mouth.
She reached down and took his hand and slowly brought it to her breast. His hand closed gently around it and he swiped his thumb lightly over her nipple, clenching his jaw at the feeling of her soft flesh and the taut little peak that seemed to grow harder under his touch.
He felt himself growing and tightening inside his pants and Drew had seated herself directly over him, and he could feel her hot core through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. She sucked in a soft, audible breath when she felt his arousal move right against her.
She covered his hand with her own again over her breast and squeezed his hand to entice him to squeeze her breast and he complied, unclenching his other fist from the comforter to run his hand down her smooth back, his fingers trailing down the indentation of her spine, until he grazed the soft flesh of her backside. Her other hand met his there and squeezed around it as well.
"You won't break me," she whispered, a slight smile tugging her lips.
She leaned close to his face but stopped short of actually kissing him; her forehead was against his and her lips brushed his and he felt her breath come in light little pants as his hands roamed and squeezed her body. When both of his hands cupped her breasts at the same time she sighed and he watched as she bit her lip. He decided he wanted to try something to both gauge her reaction and satiate his own desire so he pushed her back gently by the shoulders and glanced up into her face, seeing her eyes dark with what he hoped was arousal. He pressed one hand into her back and brought his face to her chest and languidly licked at one of her nipples before drawing it into his mouth. Her flesh was sweet as it always was; her skin smooth and supple and his mouth devoured her.
She gasped at the initial sensation of his tongue swirling around her sensitive little peak, and she let out a short, soft moan when he suckled at her nipple. He pulled away slowly and looked up at her before repeating the action with her other breast. Her hands grappled at his shoulders and he felt the sweet bite of her nails as they dug into his flesh, letting him know wordlessly how much she liked it.