he asks, though I suspect he already knows. He just wants me to say it.
“Because I’m ready. Because I want it to be you.” I tilt closer, aching for his lips again. “It’s always been you.”
We kiss and the world stands still. We kiss, and I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I’ve made the right choice. There’s no twist in my gut or second thoughts. He’s mine. I’m his. It was always meant to be him.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. Before Drew can sit down with me, I reach for his belt and tug him a little closer to stand over me. His breath sharpens as he looks down, but he doesn’t stop me as I unzip his pants. He pushes my hair back from my face and rests a firm hand on the nape of my neck. I quiver as I look up, delighting in the now-familiar feeling of being claimed. I’m his girl. I’m the only one who gets to please him like this, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
I take him into my mouth. His fingers caress my neck as I work my tongue around the head of his cock. He groans and breathes harder above me, each delicious sound a jolt to the throbbing crevice between my thighs. I look up as I slowly bob my head back and forth, making eye contact with him, but the aching lust in his eyes makes it worse. My pussy clenches, wet and greedy. I want to feel him inside of me. I need to feel him fill me.
My cheeks cave as I suck harder. My throat opens as I take him deeper. I moan as sweet tension threatens to split me in two.
Drew pulls back on my hair; a firm, gentle tug. He takes his cock out of my mouth and tightly pinches the base, purposefully keeping it out of reach of my tender lips. “Wait, wait,” he breathes with a laugh. “Any more of that and I’ll come into your throat.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Promise?”
He cants his head with a scolding glance. “Damn, you’re perfect.” He yanks me up off the bed, cupping my face as he pulls me against him. “Your turn,” he whispers.
I gasp as he spins me around. He kisses my neck from behind as he pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders. The dress hangs loosely over my chest, one simple nudge away from slipping down my body, but Drew takes his time. His kisses go deeper, warm and inviting, meant to turn me on, and they’re working. I shudder even more with each swipe of his tongue on my skin or roaming caress of his hand on my chest or the hard, prominent push of his erection on my lower back. My skin blooms with warm, simple pleasure. I never want him to stop touching me.
I turn my head back, offering my lips. Drew kisses me hard as he squeezes my breast, giving the dress that one last nudge it needs to fall. It tumbles over my hips, landing in a soft clump at my feet.
“Bend over,” he whispers.
My nerves catch fire. I happily do as he says. I bend at the waist, placing my palms on the bed and standing still in nothing but my white panties and shoes. Somehow, I stay calm as Drew hooks my panties and lowers to his knees behind me.
He puts his hands on my bare ass, one palm on each cheek. It feels filthy and wrong, but my wetness surges at the thought of that part of me being so exposed to him.
Drew sticks his tongue in my pussy. I jolt in surprise, but his firm grip on my rear holds me steady. Shock surges through me and I moan, feeling every quick thrust of his tongue inside. He flicks fast, pushing in closer to attack my clit.
I dig my nails into the bed. “Fuck,” I say, breathless.
“Spread your legs,” he growls.
I widen my stance. Drew spins around and sits beneath me on the floor with his back to the bed. He pulls me closer, forcing me to mount his face. I gasp, nearly falling forward as his mouth latches on my clit again. I right myself with a knee propped on the bed above his shoulder, my legs wobbling and thighs shaking as he grabs hold of me and refuses to let go.
I submit to pleasure, cautiously balanced on his face. “What