“Drew,” she whispered, clutching his hair tight in her hands. “I love that.”
He released her nipple, then cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before lying back against the headboard.
“You looked so hot tonight,” she said, running her hands over his chest.
“Is that why you’re here? Because I was so irresistible tonight?”
She loved his sense of humor. “Partly. I also wanted to talk to you about . . . something.”
He arched a brow. “Yeah? What is it?”
“It can wait. Right now I want you inside me.”
“Let’s get your panties off, then.” He rolled her over onto the bed, then slipped her panties over her hips.
When he palmed her sex and rubbed his hand over her, she fell into a languid state, content to let him pleasure her, especially since he’d nestled up next to her and kissed her while he touched her.
She couldn’t get enough of his mouth, the way he lazily brushed his lips across hers while he took his time caressing her with his fingers. There was no fast and furious rush to get her to the finish line. He rubbed his fingers over her sex, a tease that made her lift her hips to meet him and wrap her tongue around his.
She wanted this, needed him to make her come. And when he increased the pressure, giving her just a little more, she grabbed his wrist and held him right there, right at the point that would guarantee to sail her to oblivion.
But he pulled her wrist away and deepened the kiss, then tucked two fingers inside her while swirling his thumb over her clit.
She was going insane, needing that burst. She rolled to the side and lifted her leg over his hip, driving against him so he’d get her there. Unashamed, she thrust against his fingers, and he groaned against her mouth. And when she came, he soaked up her cries with his lips, taking every moan and whimper while he continued to pump his fingers into her and she rode the wave of one fantastic orgasm that left her shaken.
She was still trembling from the aftereffects when Drew pulled away only long enough to grab a condom. Then he was back, rolling her underneath him. She was still throbbing when he slid inside her, cupping her butt to raise her hips so he could push deeper.
He lifted his torso off her and held himself up with his hands, staring down at her. She smoothed her hands up his arms, feeling the strength in his muscles as he moved within her with slow, easy thrusts.
He kept his gaze trained on her face, his eyes intense, hot, and filled with a passion that equaled hers. She rubbed her hands over his arms, tightening her hold on him as he eased down on her and ground against her, heightening the sensation to peak level.
She brushed his hair away from his face, feeling the sweat across his forehead. She cupped the nape of his neck and drew his face closer. His lips took hers in a feverish kiss that made her tighten, made her nerve endings tingle. And when he groaned against her mouth, she wrapped her legs around him, urging him to give her more.
He pulled his lips from hers and looked down at her. “I love the way your pussy tightens around my cock, Lina. Do you know I can tell when you’re about to come? You squeeze my cock and your pussy quivers.”
He drew back, then slid back in, ever so slowly, rolling his hips against hers, giving her the friction that tore her apart. “Like now. You’re ready to come, but you’re holding back. Is it good?”
He was right. Every sensation was so delicious, she wanted to savor the moment. She could have come again already. He mastered her body, was so in tune to what gave her pleasure. But being with him like this, wrapped in this cocoon of heat and desire, was a never-ending source of sin and delight. She never wanted it to end.