On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,47

my back as our tongues dance.

After a minute, his fingers slowly slide beneath my tank. His touch still sparks fire on my skin as he pushes it over my head. I hope it never stops. I hope I always tremble like this every time he undresses me.

He kisses my exposed collarbone, lips slowly drawing a line toward my cleavage. His breath is labored and wild. His touch is hard, almost desperate. He’s kissed me like this so many times before, but tonight it’s different. Tonight is fresh and new, but just as passionate as our first kiss.

He slips a single finger beneath the strap of my bra and stops. He looks at me before continuing, always the gentleman, and I chuckle. Somehow, I don’t feel nervous. Somehow, I reach behind me and unhook my bra.

The straps fall loosely off my shoulders. With my breath held tight, I let it slip the rest of the way off.

“Fuck,” Drew whispers, his face void of expression as he looks at my breasts.

I wait on pins and needles for him to say something more.

“You’re gorgeous,” he finally says.

I smile, my entire body on fire.

His fingers dig into my back as he shifts forward, lying me down on my back. He balances over me on his thick arms and kisses down my neck.

I gasp as he grabs and gropes me. My nipples harden and the sensations rise. Everything throbs. Everything throbs. I fight for breath, but I don’t want to stop. I run my fingers through his hair, a silent urge for him to keep going.

Drew pulls a nipple into his mouth and I release a quiet moan.

He reacts with a smirk. “Oh, that is not a good sound...”

“It’s not?”

He pushes up until our lips are an inch apart. “It just makes me want to make you do it again... and again.”

We kiss and I can barely breathe. I try, but my lungs quiver and my heart pounds. Just when I can’t take anymore, Drew sits up on his knees between mine.

He reaches for his belt.

He unzips his jeans and pushes them down, but only a little. Only enough to show how far down his happy trail goes…

“Is this okay?” he whispers.

I smile. “Yeah,” I answer.

I push up onto my knees, driven toward his lips all over again. My breasts press against his chest while his bulge digs into my navel. I rest my hands on the small of his back for a moment. Then I slide them into his briefs. His firm cheeks flex beneath my touch and he chuckles, his lips still blended with mine.

I don’t hesitate. I push his pants down, but I don’t look, still locked in his kiss. I feel him, stiff and hard between us. Touching me. Marking me…

I open my eyes. Drew looks at me and we pause, breathing hard together. He licks his lips and smiles, and I remember the first time he ever smiled at me.

Dimples for days.

I look down... and swallow hard. Sure, I’ve seen my share of pictures and pornography, read a lot of trashy novels as of late, but I’ve never seen one this close before.

I don’t have a ruler handy, but I’d say... large?

“So, that’s your penis,” I say.

Drew nods. “That’s my penis.”

“It’s nice.”

“Thanks.”

“Thick and...” I bite my tongue. “Hard.”

“Well, he really likes you.”

“I can tell.” I squint, studying his tip. “Is that pre-cum? That’s what it’s called, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice.”

“Honestly, I’ve almost come twice so far.”

My jaw drops. “Wow.”

“Heidi...” He sighs, full of heat. “Tonight is...” He pauses, speechless. “This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Seriously?”

“Between you and... you.” He glances at my breasts again. “It’s absolute torture.”

“Oh.”

“But in a good way,” he clarifies.

I bite my smiling lip. “This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, too. And that includes that summer my mother took me to Atlanta to see my grandparents, and I got heat stroke.”

Drew grins. “Don’t say stroke. Please.”

I laugh. “Sorry.”

“You’re killing me, Heidi.”

He kisses me again, playful as always.

“Did you want to stop?” I ask, teasing.

Drew grabs me and hoists me onto my back again. I laugh even harder, feeling sexy and comfortable and everything in between.

“I want to see the rest of you,” he says.

He hooks my shorts and tugs them down.

I don’t stop him. I raise my hips off the bed, letting him strip me bare. It’s just skin, and he will adore me no matter what, right?

Right?

My breath catches. We go quiet, our bodies still entwined. His cock rests on my