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a final groan, Drew comes into my mouth. I keep my lips wrapped around him as cum coats my tongue. He tastes mild, almost salty, and I have no problems sending it back and swallowing. The act sends another flurry of pleasure through my body as I watch his orgasm unfold.

Drew settles onto his back, his hand gently caressing my head in gratitude. I pull him out, making sure not to drip anything as I open my mouth. I breathe hard and fast, my jaw feeling stiff and worn out, but I feel satisfied in my mission to please him.

He sits forward and cups my face. “Come here,” he whispers.

We kiss, his taste mixing with mine. With powerful arms, Drew lifts me off the floor and I laugh as he pulls me back onto the bed with him. He lays me down, keeping me helplessly pinned as he ravages me with rough, wet kisses.

I laugh, still buzzing all over. My thoughts drift toward something more, to something I’m not ready for.

Something I thought I wasn’t ready for.

I look down, the sight of his returning erection sending a warm jolt up my body.

Am I ready?

I gaze into Drew’s warm eyes. He smiles. He kisses my forehead. He doesn’t push or hint or rush, and I adore him even more for it.

I might be ready?

Drew curls his arms around me and we lie still together. I let the thoughts take over. They wrap around my beating heart, making it more and more clear where I stand.

I want him to be my first.

His eyes open, blissful but tired. “Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey.”

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, studying me.

“Nothing,” I answer. “Just you.”

He kisses the tip of my nose and closes his tired eyes again.

I’m ready.

Chapter 29

Drew

I wake up to the sound of a pencil scratching against paper. Curious and resting on a bed far more comfortable than mine at the Delta Xi house, I open my eyes to find Heidi sitting beside me with her back to the wall.

I watch her without moving, wondering how long I can stare as she glances back and forth between me and the sketchbook. She’s naked, but with a white bedsheet wrapped around her. She furrows, concentrating, and I realize that I could sit here and watch her work for hours if I wanted to.

Finally, her little eyes flick toward mine and she notices I’m awake.

“Hi,” I say with a laugh.

She sets her pencil down and smiles. “Good morning,” she says.

I glance down my body. All this staring and I didn’t realize that I’m fully buck. I thought it felt cold.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m just...” She taps her pencil on the page. “Practicing,” she says.

“Hands getting any easier?” I ask, genuinely curious about her progress.

“Uh... yes. Yes, hands are getting easier. Yes.”

I furrow my brow, sensing something... off. “What?” I ask.

“I...” She presses her lips together. She smothers a smile. She blushes. “I wasn’t drawing your hand...”

It’s written all over her face, but I have to ask.

“Then... what were you drawing?”

Heidi turns her sketchbook around, revealing her latest charcoal masterpiece.

“That’s my penis,” I say.

“Yes, it is.”

“You drew a picture of my penis while I was sleeping.”

“Yes, I did.”

I tilt my head as I study it some more. “He looks... distinguished.”

“It’s the mustache,” she jokes.

I crack up, unable to hold it any longer. “Honestly, it ain’t bad,” I say.

“Really?”

“Not too shabby at all.”

She flips the sketchbook over again and squints at it. “You think so?”

“All that hand practice sure is paying off.”

“I guess it is like drawing a finger,” she considers. “Except there’s just the one, and it’s thicker and... veiny.”

I chuckle. “Are those veins? I thought he was just sad.”

Heidi snorts as she tosses the sketchbook off the bed. I raise my arm, and she sidles beneath it, settling into a warm embrace against my shoulder. I smell her hair. I feel her body warmth blend with mine.

“I could get used to this,” I accidentally say out loud, but I truly don’t care.

Heidi hums. “To what?”

“Waking up with you.” I kiss her forehead. “Best way to start the day.”

“This is pretty nice,” she says, her hand grazing my chest. “Almost don’t want to leave...”

“When is your first class?”

“One. You?”

“I think it started ten minutes ago.”

She laughs. “Uh-oh.”

“Oh, well.”

I lay a finger beneath her chin, drawing her face up to mine. She moves without resistance and kisses me slowly as she shifts to straddle my waist. I rest my hands on her hips, feeling my