by Rebecca Lynn
DREW: I’ll look forward to discussing that tonight while you’re feeding me whatever you’re making. No food restrictions, btw. Anything u make will be perfect.
TIFF: Good. Then I’ll see u around 6:30, doc.
DREW: Can’t wait.
The next time he texted, she asked him to bring home some medical tools. It was time for the rings to come out and she needed him to put his doctor hat on. He was pleasantly surprised and said he would see her soon.
She rushed around for the next several hours and once she mixed her lasagna together to put in the oven, she took his advice and put her feet up, grabbing a romance novel.
A couple of hours later, just as he arrived, she buzzed him in wearing her leggings, long burgundy shirt, and fuzzy socks. When she saw him come out of the elevator with his bag in hand, his leather jacket over his lightweight sweater and jeans, she wasn’t able to hide her excitement. Biting her lip to stop her nervousness from turning into blabbering, she leaned back against the doorframe to wait, appreciating his trimmed goatee and tight haircut. Lord, did the man look gorgeous. Buff, sexy, and all hers.
Once he turned toward her it was obvious when he saw her, since his steps slowed. He gave her a scorching look, his approach becoming more purposeful. Without losing eye contact, he reached her, dropped his bag right in the hallway and whispered with a smile, “Hi.”
Then he proceeded to kiss the hell out of her, holding her face still for him to do as he pleased. And the fact that it pleased her as well, only made it sweeter.
He broke away for a moment and said, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day today. Actually, that’s not true. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for months.” He nipped at her, then soothed her bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue.
They headed inside and after some more kissing, they set up shop on the kitchen bar. She leaned against it and Drew told her to remove her top. She did, knowing full well that she’d made the right decision. As she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground, he put his surgical gloves on and looked over the ring in her nipple.
“You ready?”
She nodded.
He touched her gently and kissed the globe of her breast, then unscrewed the ring and gently maneuvered it so it would slide out. It came out easily so he moved to the next one.
“Almost done,” Drew murmured as he removed the second ring carefully and inspected her breast.
A huge sigh escaped from her lips. She couldn’t believe she had done it, but she had.
He bent his head and kissed her tenderly on the nipple. “Does anything hurt?”
“No. It’s just weird.” She looked down at herself and touched the area. She knew from her research that the holes would close almost immediately and heal completely within the week. She lifted one and looked at it. “Does it look okay? I don’t see any scarring.”
“They’re beautiful,” he said, kissing the other one. “You feel okay?”
“Yeah.” And she did feel okay. In fact, she was surprised at how glad she was that they were gone. They’d never bothered her as much as the other one, but she knew now that she was hardware free, she would be able to fully embrace the woman she’d always been, not the one she had become with Richard. She looked up at Drew who was still examining them with a clinical doctor’s inspection. “Thank you.”
He finally switched his gaze to her eyes. “My pleasure.” They were standing near the kitchen bar with all of the paraphernalia and necessities laid out before them in case something had gone wrong. Drew was nothing if not thorough.
She was topless, still in her leggings and leaning her elbows back on the bar behind her.
“You look kind of hot this way,” he murmured, the clinical nature of his look turning warm and lustful. His eyes moved over her breasts indicating that his comment was definitely an understatement. “Nothing there to hide all of this natural beauty.” His fingers found her nipples and rolled them, the sensation already new and different from when the piercings had been there.
She felt like she was starting all over again, and there wasn’t another man in the world she wanted to start over with than the one standing in front of her. Leaning into him, she hummed in appreciation, the sound deep in her throat.
While his eyes bumped up to hers, he murmured, “I smell something delicious emanating from that oven. Are you going to feed me now?”
“Let’s go, Doctor.” Before she could go far, he moved in close and wrapped his arms around her naked torso.
“What did you make?”
“Lasagna.”
“Nice,” he groaned appreciatively.
They both took a moment to stare into each other’s eyes, then as if they couldn’t control themselves any longer, went at each other, the lasagna forgotten. Within seconds, their actions turned more aggressive, with him angling her head and holding it still so he could continue his assault to her mouth. The softness of his lips was at odds with the firmness of his hold on her.
She was completely surrounded by him, his scent, his heat, his lips, his arms, his hard muscular build that engulfed her. There was nothing better.
She wound her arms around his neck and ran her fingers onto his close cropped hair, while she went at his mouth. His hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back.
She gasped in protest.
He gave her a lazy smile. “Do you think we should probably get to dinner?” He kissed her neck and sucked lightly at her skin. “God, you smell good.”
A shudder went through her as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “I’m not feeling very hungry at the moment,” she slurred, finding it difficult to focus.
“Really? That’s a shame. I am.” His lips moved across her neck to the other side and rested behind her ear. Both of his hands dug into her hair and he whispered, “We should probably get dinner first so we have energy.” He continued suckling her skin between his lips.
She let out a shaky sound, his lips tickling her. “Uh, huh. We’ll need our energy. Right.” He rubbed his erection into her, and let out a sound of appreciation. She whimpered out a laugh. His lips were making her crazy. “But I think we can dig deep and find the energy we need.” She wanted him so badly, she couldn’t think of anything else.
“We’ll have some lasagna,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. He was back to kissing the front of her neck again, his hands still in her hair. “Listen to some music.” He kissed her chin. He lightly kissed her mouth, then returned to that spot behind her ear.
She was in a sexual haze and couldn’t help but rub herself into him, feeling little explosions of happiness under her skin wherever they connected. His hands went down to her ass and pressed her into him fully. They both stopped moving and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I want to take this slowly.” He ground into her.
“So you’ve said,” she whispered. “But we took it slowly last night,” she whined. “And you don’t have to continue to go slowly for me.”
“We’ll have dinner, talk a little, and then.” He was still holding her pressed to him, the cores of their bodies pulsing into each other.
She squirmed into him and held his face, kissing him softly. As if he couldn’t resist touching her, he kissed her back, pressing into her.
“You’re not going to change my mind,” he groaned softly.
She smiled. “You sure about that?” She kissed the side of his face.
“Make no mistake, after dinner and some,” he swallowed, “stimulating conversation. But by all means I will thoroughly enjoy you trying to change my mind,” he chuckled. “I won’t though. I’m determined.”
She held his face again, this time looking into his eyes seriously. “Why? Why are we waiting?”
He was serious right back. “Because. I don’t want to tear into you like an animal.”
Her heart melted at his words, but she still kept at him. “Why not?” she grumbled, knowing she sounded whiny, but she couldn’t help it.
He laughed out a groan.
“Slowly, Tiff,” he said again. “Slowly.” His hips moved into hers.
The man was torturing her.
“Dinner.” He kissed her neck, her eyes, her mouth, then sighed and stepped back.
“Drew?” She needed to hear him say it.
“Yeah?”
Her mind wandered to the last argument she’d had with her ex when she’d asked for the divorce.
“You can’t divorce me...you agreed for better or worse...I can’t help it if I’m an overly sexual person and you don’t like it as much as me...I have needs, Tiff...I just need a little more variety, so let’s figure out how we can make this work in the marriage.”
What a joke it had been. She’d laughed in his face. The secure, confident Tiffany Daniels knew his cheating ways were her ex’s problem, but hearing for ten years that she wasn’t quite enough for him began rearing its ugly head.
That memory apparently caused a look on her face and Drew said, “Hey.” He took her hand and placed it on his erection, his eyes shining with lust.
She swallowed down her stupid insecurities. Instead she dug deep for that intelligent woman who graduated with honors, who was savvy, sassy, and weathered the most embarrassing time a woman could go through having her worst nightmare aired in public.
Now, she felt powerful knowing she was causing this physical reaction in him. She smiled and let her fingers squeeze under his. Their eyes met in the silence and he closed his for a moment while she felt the length of his manhood.
Her body reacted, and she clenched her thighs together, knowing she was getting wetter each second that passed. She rubbed her palm up and down. His hands found her ass.
Please touch me. More. She massaged him with her fingers over his jeans.
“Your seduction may be working, Ms. Daniels. You’re ruining my plan.” His breathing had kicked up.
Oh, please…
His mouth found her ear. “What do you want to do tonight?” he asked, his hands now squeezing at her ass. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself to his chest, enjoying the warmth of his soft sweater against the skin of her body.
His arms wound up her back and wrapped her in his heat.
“The lasagna should be done soon,” she murmured into his neck. “So we have a little time to kill.”
“How much time do we have?” A shiver went through her body as his muscled thigh found the juncture of her legs and rubbed. She began riding along his thigh. He just felt so good. “You like that?”
“You. I like you.” I love how safe you make me feel. I love that I can trust you with my body, my mind, my heart. I love you.
She’d never felt fully safe with her ex. Just Drew’s touch made her want things, not just sex, but his affection, his attention, his pride in her.
“I’m glad, baby,” he said. “Because I really like you, too.” Both of his hands found her nipples and began manipulating them again, pulling gently, twisting, over stimulating until she was wild on his leg. “So much,” he continued whispering. “I want to make you feel good. Does this feel okay?” She whimpered out a yes.
His fingers continued while he ground his thigh even higher. He placed his lips behind her ear and whispered. “I want you to have a taste of what it’s going to be like. Every day, I want you to think about me inside you…how slowly I’m going to take you. Do you know how patient I can be?”
Yes! And I don’t want you patient!
That spot behind her ear caused a sound to escape as the arousal built to a fevered pitch. She was burning, shaking, almost at her breaking point. He lifted her quickly and plopped her on the island counter, put her legs over his shoulders, then put his face between her legs. His teeth bit lightly through her pants and attached to her clitoris just as he pinched her nipples and suckled softly, causing her to let out a long, low, moan which only turned louder as his shoulders spread her more. She bucked, needing his lips on her skin.
“Drew.”
Clenching her thighs on either side of his face, she moved over and over, embracing the glorious friction his hot mouth was creating over the thin fabric separating her skin from his tongue. She shook, her head falling back toward the counter as she held herself up by her elbows. The noise that escaped from her started as a rumble just as her climax did, and moved slowly through her until she yelled out at the burning intensity. She came with a vengeance allowing the euphoria to crash around her.
His hands wouldn’t stop moving, now at her rear where he held her tight and ground her up into his mouth. Moments later, she collapsed onto the cool counter and his face moved up her body to nuzzle her mouth. But she couldn’t open her eyes. She was still in the throes of climaxing, glorying in her orgasm. She breathed heavily as her head finally came up, and she floated down from the high he’d taken her to. Finally, she opened her eyes.
He was breathing heavily and watching her, his fingers now stroked the sides of her breasts, taking her down gently, his eyes on fire as he looked at her.
She moved her legs off of his shoulders while her hand moved to the front of his pants and squeezed around him. Drew closed his eyes, holding her hand still.
“Don’t you think it should be your turn now?” she purred.
He leaned forward and took her mouth again, slowly showing her with his tongue what he wanted to do with the rest of his body. When he broke away a moment later, he looked at her breasts.
“It’s going to be my turn all night,” he said, his tone serious. “How do I know you’re ready for me?” He sounded half serious with that question.
“I am,” she said, sounding out of breath.
“We’ll see,” he whispered with humor, as if there was a private joke he hadn’t told her. He leaned to her ear and said, “Are you feeling okay from last night? Are you sore?”
“I’m feeling better than okay,” she murmured, rubbing into him and squeezing her hand harder. “How about you?”
He grunted at the pressure from her fingers. “I ain’t gonna lie, Daniels. I’m feeling pretty damn good. You’re all I’ve thought about all day.”
“Me too.” Her hand stroked harder, her eyes now staring into his. The color was high on his cheeks and he nuzzled her neck only to bite lightly into her skin there. She let him continue his work at her neck while she worked at his pants, unbuckling his belt then unsnapping the top button.
“Mm.” His mouth worked its magic and his hands went roughly into her hair. When his pants loosened, she pushed them down with her fingers, rubbing herself against his freed erection. Then she pushed him back a little and hopped off the counter. Dropping to her knees before him, her mouth was on him within seconds. She heard his hiss above her, and as his hands tightened in her hair she hummed around him, swallowing him over and over. “Shit,” she heard above her.
That just spurred her on even more. He hadn’t let her finish last night, but she was determined to now.
Her mouth worked him over, sucking and licking and humming the whole time until his grip was so tight in her hair, she wanted to scream. So she did, the strong vibrations from her throat triggering him to say her name, warning her of what was about to happen. She kept at him until his orgasm came and he yelled low and long, filling her mouth while the climax overtook him. She swallowed every last drop, then lapped at him while his cock continued jumping slightly in her mouth.
He staggered until his hip bumped into the kitchen bar and one of his hands reached out to steady himself. Then he hauled her up and kissed her voraciously until they both were out of breath again. His forehead dropped to hers.
“I think I’ll need some lasagna just to give me time to recover from that.”
She chuckled. “Well, you did say it was going to be your turn all night, so you may need some sustenance.”
They kissed some more, then he gave her a last hard kiss. Their hands entwined as he looked one more time at her breasts, inspecting them. “They feel okay?”
She nodded. “I’m going to go grab a shirt.”
/> “You don’t have to on my account.”
She gave him a look then went to the bedroom and put one on. They spent the next hour setting the table, drinking wine, eating lasagna which he praised her for, and then finally settled in on the sofa in the living room.
Tiffany’s body felt loose and languid…and charged. She had let him determine the pace, for a time. But after laying on the sofa with him, all she wanted to do was tear his clothes off.
He poured them more wine and they leaned into each other again.
“How are Carly and her family doing?” she asked. “And your dad?” Their bodies touched, with Tiffany’s leg curled up over his leg, causing her to lean into him.
“Carly and everyone are good. Is it horrible for me to say that I’m not sorry for a second that she went home that night?” he said, giving her a sexy smile. “Given the turn of events that evening,” he finished. “She called me, of course, pumping me with questions.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her to stop being so nosy.”
Tiffany tsked. “You didn’t tell her anything?”
“I told her I was glad she went home,” he teased.
“You did not,” Tiffany laughed.
“Yes, I did,” he chuckled, pulling her face close and sipping a drop of wine off of her bottom lip.
“And she said?” Tiffany kissed him back then moved away to hear the answer. She put her wine down on the side table as did he.
“I don’t know that I can say it in polite company.”
She swatted him, laughing. “Tell me!”
He ducked and grabbed her hands, where they playfully got into a swatting fight until finally he was pressed down on top of her.
“She basically said she hoped I took advantage of the situation and got to winning you over. She likes you very much, by the way.”
She rubbed her chest onto his, his eyes now going dark.
“She barely knows me. What did you tell her about me?”
“That your passion for kids and the foundation reminded me of our mom’s.”
She touched his face. “Really?” she nearly squeaked. “How so?”
He shrugged. “She believed in kids as our future,” he began ticking off. “She believed that individuals and communities needed to create opportunities for them. She believed in helping people. She believed that Bible verse ‘to whom much has been given, much is required’.” His eyes looked into hers. “I see your heart, and in some ways I see her all over again.”