Dances with Monsters(142)

"Drew," he finally managed, his voice deep and rough with lust, "if I do—this is gonna be over too fa –"

"I want it," she whispered back. "I'm so close. Give it to me."

Ah, fuck.

He let her hands guide his hips so he could see just how she liked it; when he reached a specific mixture of speed, depth, and force, she moaned and he felt her legs pull away from him and saw, amazed, that her knees were pulled back, her thighs spread wide, toes in the air and pointed from years of dance discipline. His eyes followed the line of her leg from hip to toe and it was too much of a turn on. He lowered his face to her neck again, burying it in soft curve where jaw melded into throat, and drove them both home.

His hips moved with lightning sharp thrusts, his tip sliding past a soft, spongy little mass over and over on its way to meet and re-meet her cervix, and just when he realized he had about five to seven good thrusts left before his body checked out, something amazing happened.

Her walls shuddered violently and clamped down tight around him, tighter than they had been the entire time he'd been inside her, and he felt her skin heat up against his, felt her heart pound through her rib cage and her pulse throb in her neck, felt her nipples become hard and prominent against his chest, felt her pelvis pulsate and contract rapidly below his. He felt her jaw press into the side of his face as her mouth fell open, and lifted his head in time to watch her eyes fly open wide like they always did when she was about to come.

As her orgasm barreled into her, a strangled, raspy groan vibrated out of her throat and her eyes squeezed shut and her entire warm little body convulsed below and against him as tremors of pleasure coursed through her. Internally, he felt her walls and pelvic muscles flutter tightly, rapidly around his length and before hers was even over, his climax was slamming into him like a freight train and this time he did bite her, he couldn't help it, his deep grunt of extreme, body-shaking, soul-rattlingly intense pleasure muffled against her flesh.

His body slowed its movements, although his hips kept thrusting, shallowly, gently, as his seed drained from his body and into hers and he felt her walls twitch with the aftershocks of her climax. Her hands were stroking over his back and her eyes were shut tight.

"You good?" he managed, exhaustion and satisfaction like he'd never known before settling deep into his bones.

"I'm….so good," she whispered back, a soft smile curving her lips and watching it, Heath suddenly felt like he knew the secret of the Mona Lisa. He started to withdraw from her but her hands pressed against his back. "Don't…not yet."

He lowered his face to hers and slowly kissed her swollen lips, feeling her tongue slip forth to find his. They kissed slowly and deeply for several long moments until Heath actually felt the stirrings of arousal ghost through his lower belly again. After a moment, he withdrew from her and lay on his back, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets against his hot skin. Drew rolled onto her side to face him and he turned his head toward hers, the hand closest to her reaching out to play in her hair.

Her eyes searched his face and her lips parted to speak, but as before, she couldn't seem to find words. Instead, she bit at her lower lip then smiled widely at him, her eyes lowering. He always got a kick out of the fact that she could never seem to meet his eyes after they were intimate but also couldn't keep the telltale smile off her face that let him know she was, undoubtedly and decidedly, satisfied.

He let a half-smile tug at one corner of his mouth before he reached out to take her chin between his fingers and brought his mouth to hers.

"Come here," he murmured and rolled her onto her other side so she was facing away from him. He arranged the sheet around her and then pulled her tight against his chest. He dropped his lips onto the side of her neck as she sighed contentedly and snuggled into his embrace. He stroked whatever skin of hers he could touch as he listened to her breathing. It slowly deepened and then evened out, and he felt her body go limp against him, and he knew she was asleep.

He wedged a leg in between hers to pull her closer still and buried his mouth and nose in her hair, closing his eyes and letting his body relax fully for the first time in as long as he could remember.





Chapter Twenty-Nine


Drew slid out of bed, trying her best not to disturb Heath as she scooted over the expanse of mattress and sheets. She stopped when Heath's hand suddenly tightened around her waist; she should have known better. There wasn't any sneaking around someone who had trained for years to be on high alert at all times.

"Drew," he mumbled. "What's going on? Where you goin'?"

"Just need to go to the bathroom," she whispered back, leaning over to peck his temple. "Be right back."