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he moved to the inside of her legs, closer to her pussy, she raised her hips invitingly.
“Touch me,” she begged shamelessly. It was no use. When it came to Drew she had no willpower. She wanted him—right here—right now.
“Patience, baby.” His voice was deep and sexy, making her want him even more.
A wet fingertip circling her areola made her nipples sting, draw so tightly they hurt, but it was a sweet pain. A ray of sensation shot to the apex of her thighs, eliciting a moan from her lips. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his touch, but he didn’t tweak her nub nor fondle it between his fingers. Instead, he raised her hands above her head, then trailed a path down the inside of her arms, staying away from the bruise on her rib cage. She yanked her arms back to her chest, laughing as chills skittered across her skin.
“It sounds so good to hear you laugh,” he said, covering her body with his. He wedged her legs apart with a knee, settled his hips against hers so that the tip of his cock was perched at her entrance. He parted her swollen folds and pushed between them. It was a magnificent feeling being stretched and filled. This was what she’d missed, dreamed about every night. She grasped his biceps, holding on, spreading her thighs even wider. He didn’t stop until he was seated deep inside. Then he bent and captured her lips.
His kiss was a tender caress. Their mouths fit together like they were made for one another—perfect. Languidly, he slid his tongue from corner to corner, nibbling on her bottom lip, before dipping inside to taste. He flicked his tongue against hers playfully. She smiled against his lips.
“What?” he muttered.
“I love the way you kiss,” Zoë admitted, caught in the moment. She was rewarded with another titillating caress. His lips were soft but firm. He coaxed, teased, but in the end took what he wanted, deepening the kiss and ratcheting her arousal up two more notches.
In long, tantalizing strokes, his cock mimicked his tongue, gliding in and out of her hot, moist sex. The magic of his touch forced her apprehension to the back of her mind. This was a moment to savor. She wouldn’t think. Instead, Zoë locked her ankles around his waist. The position allowed for better penetration and if he had any thoughts of stopping he’d have to fight her for release.
While his hands smoothed over her body, awakening every nerve so that every inch of her felt as if it were ablaze, she held on tight. Soft, needy cries bordering on desperation seeped from between her parted lips. She wanted this second to last forever—she wanted Drew forever.
As the muscles in her womb began to firm, contract, she fought to prolong the inevitable. She tried to focus on her breathing, tried to find her center point within that allowed control, but it was useless. The flush of heat that always consumed her as her climax approached, hit like a tidal wave. “No,” she whimpered, mentally clawing to hang on to the precipice she dangled from.
Drew’s reaction was to thrust hard, before rotating his hips, striking the back of her pussy to make her back arch and come off the bed. Over and over the walls of her sex tightened and then released to drive her wild. Relentlessly, the contractions went on and on. Moaning, tears misting her eyes, she bowed beneath him, reveling in every ounce of sensation racing throughout her.
“Zoë.” Her name was a heated cry as Drew suddenly grew tense in her embrace. His hips slammed against the cradle of her hips. His elbows locked, raising him so that their chests didn’t touch. He jerked several times as he tossed back his head. “Fuck,” he ground out from clenched teeth, and then he stilled. “Oh. God…” His arms shook almost as if he fought them to keep from falling on her. A profound groan tore from somewhere deep inside him as he climaxed. His explosive release bathed the walls of her womb with warmth before he carefully collapsed atop her.
In the quiet of the night, Zoë held him, swearing she would never let him go, even though she knew it was a lie. They were both runners. The question was, who would leave first?
Drew was boneless. Every ounce of energy spent in what was the most sublime moment he had ever experienced. He had finally admitted his love, bared