Page 21 of Drifter
“Christ! This pussy is made for me. Who does this pussy belong to?” I growl in her ear.
She contracts her muscles around my cock, pushing me closer to my climax.
“You.” The word comes out breathy and soft like a warm breeze on my cheek. Her hands move around to my back, her nails scraping my skin.
“You’re mine, Sasha. No one touches you but me.” I’m so close, but I want to hear my woman’s cry first. “Get there, baby.” I add my fingers to her clit.
She releases a mewl, then utters my name. I take her hand in mine, locking our fingers together as she comes undone in my arms. It’s a gift, a precious gift. Her lips are parted, her chest is heaving, her eyes are hazy. She’s my one.
It’s then that I finally allow myself the relief I crave. Sasha doesn’t let go, holding me close to her. Only when our breathing returns to normal do I cautiously pull out, rolling onto my back, but I bring Sasha into the crook of my arm. Her small hand comes to rest on my chest, and I immediately cover it with my own larger one.
A peace comes over me that I haven’t felt in years. I can’t figure it out. I thought I had all I needed. A job that I’m good at. The love and respect of my brothers. A club I call family. My best friend, Hawk, who has seen me through the roughest moments in my life. Yet it’s not until I hold Sasha in my arms that I feel complete.
I hate to move away from her, but I have to deal with this condom.
“Back in a second, babe,” I murmur, kissing her temple. I wash up and bring back a warm cloth for her. She reaches for it, and instead, I nudge her knees apart and do the job myself. I toss the cloth back into the bathroom sink and slide back in beside her.
Sasha props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. She cups her palm over my cheek. “Are you all right, handsome?” she asks.
“Never better, sunshine.”
“You seem deep in thought.”
“This feels good. I haven’t felt this in a long time.”
“What do you feel?”
“A calm,” I point to my heart, then my gut, “here.” I sigh and shrug. “Like I said, never better.”
Sasha smiles and lays her head on my chest, “Me too. Never better.”
Chapter 12
Digging Deeper
Sasha
I wake with a delicious ache between my legs to remind me of the amazing night with Drifter. He’s not beside me, but left a note on the pillow letting me know that he’ll be back and is going for coffee and donuts. A smile forms on my lips. Drifter says he’s not hearts and flowers, but he’s donuts and coffee.
Tears formed in my eyes when he took my hand in his as he continued to make love to me. I expected rougher, grittier sex, but there was no mistaking his tenderness when he came inside me. He was going gentle on me.
As I hop into the shower, I imagine what a down-and-dirty sexcapade with Drifter would be like. I move my hands between my legs, eyes shut tight, as the hot water rains down over my bare skin. I imagine it’s Drifter’s fingers strumming my core. I imagine Drifter’s breath on the back of my neck, whispering sexy little nothings in my ear, and his fingers rolling my taut nipples as his cock slides teasingly through my slit.
I slide a finger into my pussy. It’s not nearly as effective as Drifter’s large member, but I have a great imagination and ample recollection of the feel of his warm body on my own. Before long, I’m gasping and moaning, ending with a sweet orgasm. My eyes drift open as I lean back against the tiled wall and find Drifter watching me, leaning on the doorframe, with his arms crossed over his chest and a wickedly sly grin on his face.
I’m at a loss for words. My emotions run amok and finally settle on embarrassment. He sees my struggle, turns off the water, takes a towel from the rack, and wraps it around me.
“Fuck me, baby. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Next time, though, I get to watch from the beginning.” He kisses me long, soft, and sweet. “Maybe tonight, I can get a repeat performance,” he teases.
“You weren’t supposed to be watching,” I tell him shyly.
“I thought I heard noises, and got worried. I should have left, but when I saw this beautiful siren, moaning my name as she touched herself, I couldn’t resist. That’s enough to tempt the greatest saint to become a sinner.” He brushes his mouth over mine. “Don’t be embarrassed, sunshine. Knowing you feel for me what I do for you makes me happy. With the countless cold showers I’ve taken thinking of you, I should be a shriveled prune.” He chuckles, and I giggle.
I’m not sure why I share, but I do. “I had to replace the batteries in my, um…toy a lot.” Drifter laughs even harder, and so do I.
“Get dressed, baby. We have lots to do today.”
Reluctantly, he and I move away from one another, and I get dressed for the day. I enjoy the cream-filled, chocolate-covered donut with my hazelnut coffee. Drifter has two: a cinnamon sugar twist and a jelly-filled donut. I’m not sure how a man can eat as much as he does and still look like a prize fighter.
