Underestimated Too(111)
“Yes, you were about to tell me what you like that I do.”
“I’m too embarrassed to tell you that.”
“What?”
“You’ll think I’m a pervert or something,” I confessed.
Drew flipped me over, towering over me on the bed. “I already think that. Tell me.”
“It’s something that drives me crazy.”
“Does it make you wet?” Drew teased, running his hand up my bare leg and underneath my nightgown.
“What do you think?” I asked, cocking my leg for him.
“Tell me,” Drew rasped, massaging my liquids through my slit, right to my aching clitoris.
“I love to watch you stroke yourself,” I confessed. It was probably one of many things that turned me on about Drew.
“Take your clothes off,” Drew ordered, standing. He removed his dress shirt and slacks, taking his already erect cock in his hands.
Coming back to me at the foot of the bed, Drew positioned himself between my legs, stroking long drawn out strokes up and down his shaft.
HOLY DELIRIOUS VAGINA!
This was hot. This was so fucking hot. I couldn’t take it. Drew stroked himself between my legs, letting the head of his cock rub with just the right amount of friction. I was going to come. That quick, I was going to come.
I knew I was ready, I didn’t know Drew was. As soon as I called out, grasping the covers in two fists, I opened my eyes, feeling his warm liquids merge with my quivering sex. Watching Drew spew out, massaging his come into my slit, up and down, was electrifying, sensational.
“Damn it, Morgan. I didn’t want to do that,” he complained, sliding inside of me. I didn’t want him to do that yet either. Feeling him easily slide in me left me wanting more. “Give me a little bit, and I will make it up to you.”
Drew did that too. I snuggled close in his arms and we watched reality television. I heard Drew snicker a couple times but was too preoccupied to pay attention to the dumb show. I wanted to call Alicia. It was driving me crazy to no end. Drew helped with that once he was able to perform again. I helped with his ability by lying across is lap and letting him spank me while he continued to watch television. By the time he finally finished, I was going crazy wanting him inside me.
“Come up here and sit on my cock,” he prompted.
Gladly.
Drew held my hips, watching his hardness disappear inside me. I was doing just fine until he made me go faster. That was it. I was falling. Of course Drew didn’t let it be that easy. He flipped over, positioned my hips where he wanted them with just a slight elevation and inserted two very deep fingers.
“Drew, no, don’t do that,” I begged, feeling the gentle pressure on my G-spot. I hated when he did that. He shushed me, continuing to do what he wanted to do.
“Drew—hmmm, fuck,” I moaned, feeling the inevitable.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” he mumbled, adding friction to my already overzealous clit. That was it. I was spent, releasing warm come to his hand which he massaged back right to my pucker before entering. I came again with Drew in my ass and his fingers dancing on my nub.
“You’re sleeping in the wet spot,” I threatened, dropping to the bed in a pant with Drew, dropping with me.
“I don’t mind. I love it when you wet the bed.”
“Oh, my god, stop it, you can’t talk about it.”
Drew laughed, kissing the back of my shoulder. “I love it.”
***
“Promise me you’re going to be back here by seven,” Drew requested. What the hell? Deidra said he wasn’t supposed to do that.
“I should be,” I retorted, annoyed. Did he think just because he made the time clear up to seven, I was going to be okay with it? It was normally five. I knew his thought process; he was giving me enough time. It was only four thirty.
“No, not should be. I need you back here by seven. We have someone coming for dinner tonight. Make sure you’re home.”
I breathed a deep breath. I hated entertaining his rich clients, especially the women that thought they were holier than thou. “Okay, take care of my little man; I’ll see you after bit.”
“Marta is taking him for a walk.”
“Don’t you think it’s too hot for that?” I asked. I didn’t want her to take him for a walk. I liked doing that in the evenings or early mornings. That was our thing. Oh, lord. I had PMS. I didn’t care that Marta took him for a walk. “Never mind, it’s fine. I’ll see you later.”
***
“That has literally been the longest ten years of my life,” I complained, meeting Alicia at the entrance of the library. It really did feel like ten years.