Page 48 of Amy's Santa

I nod. “Three years back.”

“I didn’t know. Were Heart and Marc with you?”

“It happened so fast. It was an emergency. I was in too much pain, then in surgery. When I came around… Well, there didn’t seem any point. Luckily I didn’t have any complications, and I had the best care. One of the perks of being a nurse and being taken ill in your own hospital.”

“You’ll never have to cope on your own again.”

I honestly don’t know why I did. Dad and Marc would have been there like a shot. But it warms me that he cares so much.

Then I forget to breathe as I realise he’s moved, now he’s on his knees between my legs.

“So fuckin’ pretty.”

His fingers trace my labia, gently parting my lower lips, then he lowers his head and I suck in a lungful of air. It makes him pause. “You doing okay?”

“No,” I tell him, making him tense, so follow it up fast, “I think I’ll die if you don’t get your mouth on me.”

He places a kiss to the inside of my thigh, sucking so he’ll leave his mark there. A mark I’ll wear proudly.

“My mouth, here?” he asks, his voice shaking as he laughs.

“No,” I say, desperately.

“Where do you want my mouth, Amy?”

“On my clit,” I gasp, my experience in clubs means I’m not shy about using the word.

He takes his time, marking my other thigh first, then, when I’m about to pass out from frustration, he at last moves to the spot where I want him.

“So fuckin’ wet for me. Fuck, Amy, I could die a happy man now.”

“I’ll die if you don’t suck me,” I manage to rasp, my hands clutching at the blanket, my hips rising.

Then he stops torturing me, but soon he’s tormenting me in delicious ways. His fingers are inside me, one, then two, curling around and finding that spot unerringly. He sucks and licks at my clit, driving me mad, I’m reaching for, reaching for…

He stops.

“You doing okay?” His question rumbles against me.

“Drew!” I admonish.

He chuckles before starting his sensual assault again, this time taking pity on me and not ceasing until I go over the top, my back bowing off the bed.Christ, that was amazing. My head flops down as he slowly brings me back to earth. Only to start all over again.

After my body’s stopped quivering, he raises his head. “Are you ready?” he asks once again.

“Would you stop?” Though I try to force them away, memories of Flint entering me assault me. But then, I wasn’t turned on, I remind myself.

“Amy, I’ll stop any time you want me to. If you’re not ready…”

“I’m ready. Drew, I’m so ready.” I want him. Need him.

He’d obviously had a condom prepared, and I watch as he slides it on carefully. Then he lines himself up, an intense expression on his face. He leans over me. “I’ll stop,” he repeats. “If it gets too much.”

“You think you’re too big for me?” I widen my eyes in mock challenge.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he laughs. “But yeah, that too.”

“Do your worst, big boy.” Again my hips flex.

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