Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Drew’s breath was ragged as his fingers flew over his cock. “My wish is that you’d come with me.”
I slid my fingers over the front of my panties, feeling how my skin was underneath. Then I groaned in frustration. It was too much. Too intimate. Too bold. In other words, it wasn’t me. “I want to, but I just… can’t.”
“Then can I?” His voice was laced with need. “Just my fingers—I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”
A battle waged in my mind, but finally, I nodded.
Before I knew what was happening, Drew grabbed my waist and turned me around so that I was facing him, straddling his powerful thigh. I yelped, afraid he’d pull me onto his cock, but he didn’t. It had still been a sudden move, but to my surprise, I hadn’t freaked out, at least not completely. Trust made all the difference.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he whispered as he rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. The closer he moved to my panties, the better it felt. I circled my hips, grinding against his powerful leg. God, it felt good. Then his fingers pressed against the gusset of my panties. For the first time, I realized how wet I was. I lifted my hips and Drew’s long finger slid under the fabric, along my slit.
God, it felt like I could come from just that. Clutching his shoulders tightly, I arched my back, practically thrusting my breasts in his face. He groaned as his hips thrusted upward.
“Stroke your cock again.” My voice was full of need.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he warned as he fisted himself again.
I pressed myself against his touch. “Take me with you,” I begged. His long fingers spread me open, his thumb brushing over my clit as his index finger slid backwards. He aligned it at my opening, and my hips bucked as I groaned.
A fingertip circled me… opened me… and pushed inside of me as I let out a shriek. My nails dug into his shoulders as he worked my clit and pumped his finger inside me.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
It was a roller coaster that had begun its final ascent, and it was too late to back out—not that I wanted to.
“Please,” I panted as I ground myself against his fingers. His thumb flicked back and forth across my clit as his finger found a spot inside me that made me cry out. He stroked his cock harder, and I knew he was close.
So was I.
“Please,” I begged again as my legs trembled. The pressure building up inside me made it hard to stay upright. “Please don’t stop.”
His hips lifted off the sofa and he stilled, his fist choking his cock, his expression frozen—but he didn’t stop moving his fingers in my folds.
My body stiffened, and I let go of his shoulders. My hands flew to my chest, and I shoved my bra down, cupping myself, offering my breasts to him. With a deep guttural groan, he stroked his cock hard, and it erupted. Warmth hit my skin and my muscles contracted around his fingers. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I came.
My entire body trembled, and Drew continued working my clit, gasping as his own orgasm quaked through him.
Finally, it was too much, and I collapsed, my breasts pressed against his chest and my hands weakly clasping his huge biceps.
He lowered his head and nuzzled my neck as I tried to catch my breath. His finger slid out of me, and I felt empty, but so satisfied.
I couldn’t talk, I could barely breathe, but I could cling to him, and that’s what I did, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted so badly to turn my head and kiss him, but I just couldn’t.
Drew cradled me to his chest, stroking my back lightly. Then he exhaled loudly, his warm breath spreading across my skin as he half stood, repositioning himself and me as well.
We ended up lying on our sides on the sofa, a big spoon and a little spoon. My back was to his front, with his arms around me, his lips on my neck. Neither of us said anything, but we didn’t need to.
I felt warm, safe, and surprisingly sleepy.
And above all, I felt closer than I had to anyone in a really long time.
Possibly ever.
16
SIERRA
When I woke in the middle of the night, I knew it must’ve been two o’clock, but I didn’t understand why I was staring at the embers of a dying fire and why I was extremely warm. But then I yawned, shifting my body slightly, and something behind me shifted, too.
Holy crap. Drew. I’d fallen asleep in Drew’s arms, and before that, we’d—we’d—
My sleepy brain came to a complete standstill, because I couldn’t fathom what had gotten into me. Everything we’d done—I’d initiated it. Me.