On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,77
button on the bottom, turning it on. “There we go...” he says as it jitters in his hands. He rests it on my belly button, tingling my core as he slowly teases his way down.
I bite my lip. I close my eyes. I succumb to pleasure I’ve only ever brought on myself.
The tip grazes my sensitive clit, and I jolt in surprise. Drew taps me again, laughing with me as instant pleasure curls throughout my sex. His cock presses against my opening. I watch as he guides it inside of me again. My pussy clenches around him. I grab the pillow beneath my head as Drew thrusts to the hilt and keeps that firm buzz angled just right. He grabs my leg still balanced on his shoulder and holds me in place as he takes me harder.
“Fuck,” I whisper, clenching and twitching and trembling beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”
He quickens his pace. He thrusts in and out of me with that damned massager still held firm along my clit. My breasts bounce on impact. I swell until my skin lights on fire and the only thing I can do is fucking come.
I feel a deluge spill out of me. It covers his cock and thighs, but Drew doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps going, gripping and fucking me until he can’t hold back anymore.
Drew drops the massager as he comes. He takes hold of my hips and thrusts home, staying deep inside as he spends himself. I feel his cock inside, filling our condom for the third time tonight. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me come. Five? Six?
He slips my leg off his shoulder. As I let it fall, I realize I’m shaking. I settle on the sheets, trembling as tears spring to my eyes and tumble down my cheeks.
“Heidi?” Drew leans over me. “Are you okay?”
I nod, swallowing hard. “Uh-huh.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I laugh as I cry. “No.”
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know! It’s just... happening.”
He lies down and slinks his arm around me.
“I’m all right. I’m all right.” I sniff. “I’m just... going to need a minute. Or two. Or... ten. Ten minutes.”
He kisses my shoulder. “That good, huh?” he asks, smiling.
I playfully slap his arm. “Shut up.”
“I mean, you squirted.”
“Is that what that was?” I cringe. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. That’s like... a dude’s dream,” he says. I laugh and he kisses the edge of my mouth. “Please do that again and again.”
“I’ll try,” I say, limp and weak.
“I’ve never made a girl do that before.”
“Really?” I ask, smiling at the confession.
“Really,” he says, softly whispering in my ear. “You’re the first.”
I settle even heavier against the bed as Drew holds me close. He caresses my back and arm, fingers gliding along my tattoo and entering the ridge between my shoulder blades.
“That feels nice,” I hum.
He kisses my temple. I wipe my cheeks dry, my tears already gone. I feel warm and treasured. Blissful and loved, completely.
I raise a hand and Drew takes it. Our fingers entwine as if they were always meant to. We kiss once, our lips fitting perfectly together like little puzzle pieces.
“You okay now?” he asks, his voice whisper-quiet.
“Yeah,” I answer. “Are you?”
He grins. “Never been better.” He wets his lips, pressing them together as he gazes at me. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
I smile. “You’re the only boy whose ever called me that before.”
“Other boys are stupid,” he says. I laugh. “So very stupid.”
He kisses me and pulls me in until our bodies are flush together again.
A phone vibrates on the bedside table; two light rumbles signaling a text message. We both groan. Who has the audacity to interrupt this moment?
“It’s your phone,” I say, glancing at it.
Drew reaches for it. “It’s Seth,” he reads.
“What’s he want?” I ask.
“We got third door shift at the party this Saturday,” he says, as he taps out a reply. He tosses the phone aside and comes right back to me. “Need to make sure I’m there by nine.”
“You’ll be there long before that, though.”
“Will I?”
I shrug. “Sure. Why not?”
“I just... thought we were hanging out this Saturday.”
“And why would you assume that?” I hint.
Drew nods, taking the bait. “Because it’s your birthday.”
“Yeah, it is!” I grin. “Jenna wanted to take me out, which probably just means the Delta Xi party anyway, so we’ll see you there.”
“We look forward to having you back, Ms. Fujimoto.”
I chuckle with rolling eyes. “Better than Stampy, I guess.”
He rubs our noses together before kissing