Page 46 of The Stolen Dagger
My legs twitched and instinctively tried to close, but he kept me in place, teasing my folds. The pleasure from his touch alone sparked something wanton inside me.
“More, Drew,” I moaned softly. “Please.”
His hot breath fanned against my pussy as he laughed softly.
Just when I was about to beg him again, I felt it; the first lick of his tongue, and I gasped as my body erupted into flames.
I tried to move my hips, but Drew’s arm kept me in place on the bed. Desperate for any kind of contact, I threaded my fingers through his short hair and gripped the softness to pull him even closer.
His tongue flicked and stroked back and forth in a torturous rhythm as he licked and sucked me like a dying man, and I was happy to be his last meal.
Then, he inserted a finger. He pumped in and out as he sucked on that little bundle of nerves that had me gushing on his tongue.
“You taste so fucking good,” Drew moaned into my pussy. The vibrations sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I moaned, so close to the edge.
All too soon, his tongue disappeared, but he quickly added a second finger to make up for the loss.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, looking down at him.
His mouth and the scruff on his chin glistened with my arousal. That view combined with the feel and sounds of his fingers thrusting inside me almost made me lose it. I clenched my fists in his sheets to keep myself from coming all over him.
“Are you gonna come for me, darlin’?” Drew curled his fingers inside me, reaching a place so unfamiliar it made me see stars. “I can feel you squeezing around my fingers.”
“Drew,” I moaned. “So good.”
“That’s right, baby.” Drew placed his thumb on my clit, making little circles. “Just like that. Fuck. You’re so beautiful. Let me see you come all over my hand. Let me see you lose yourself to the pleasure of my fingers inside you.”
His dirty words released the pressured coil wound tight inside me, and I came. Hard.
I arched off the bed and screamed his name so loud the whole apartment complex probably heard me. Panting, Imelted into his bed as I came down from the orgasm that left my body tingling.
Clouded by the remnants of my pleasure, I was vaguely aware of Drew who removed his fingers from me, gave my pussy one final lick that made my legs twitch, and then sucked me off his fingers.
“Drew,” I said breathlessly and reached out for him.
I needed him closer.
He quickly pushed off his jeans and crawled up the bed in his boxers, lying down beside me. “Come here, darlin’.”
Curling into his warm side, he wrapped me in his arms, and I draped my leg over his. My hand wandered down his muscled stomach to the bulge underneath his boxers.
“I want to make you feel good, too,” I said, rubbing him through the material. I could feel how big and hard he was.
“Not tonight, baby,” Drew said. He removed my hand, but before the hurt of his rejection could sink in, he threaded our fingers together to rest over his chest. “You need your rest, and I don’t want to risk hurting your shoulder more.”
I tried to tell him he could never hurt me, but it came out more like a sleepy mumble as my eyes closed of their own volition.
“Go to sleep, darlin’.” Drew placed a kiss on my temple before I drifted off in his arms. “I’ll be here for you when you wake up. Always.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DREW
Falling asleep next to the woman of my dreams was one thing, but waking up with her in my arms was another thing entirely.
Like everything had clicked into place.
Like everything was as it should be.
