by D. C. Ruins
"Whoa," she said with a laugh. "Hey, it was nice meeting you guys. Remember to point those toes and bring your passés up nice and high behind your knees on your piqués, okay?"
The girls nodded solemnly and promised they would while Heath shook his head at Connor, looking mystified.
"She just said a whole bunch of words I don't get," Connor said, in response to the look Heath gave him. Everyone laughed.
"As long as they get it," Drew said, winking at the girls. "If your girls work hard you can be in my class when you get a little older. Okay?"
"Okay!" they both chimed. Lucy tugged on her hand. "Come back and see us soon, okay, Drew?"
"I will," Drew promised. "Be good for your parents."
When they were in the car and heading back toward the city, Heath reached over and took her hand.
"Had fun?" he asked, even though he already knew she had. She smiled at him, realizing he was probably more apprehensive about the meet than she'd noticed before.
"Lots of fun," she replied, squeezing his hand. "Your family is great."
"Is that why you said you'd come to Smackdown?" he asked her quietly. "Or because you felt peer-pressured?"
"I want to come," Drew said sincerely. "Really and truly I do. I'm in." The wide grin she got in return took her by surprise and for a minute she was lost in how great his smile was.
"Good," he said. "That makes me happy." That made her happy and she could only smile back at him.
They drove along in silence until they neared Bloomfield. Drew bit her lip and smiled to herself. If she had anything to say about it, the night wasn't over yet.
"You should probably just come over to my place this time," she said, the fingers of her other hand stroking over his. "Since I obviously can't trust you to keep proper track of my time."
He glanced over at her. "You might be right about that," he said quietly, his voice sounding a little deeper somehow. "Just to be on the safe side, of course."
When they arrived, Drew hopped out of the car and hurried to stand at the door, waiting for Heath to catch up with an impatient look.
"What's the hurry?" he asked with a smirk.
In reply, she grasped his waist and pulled him toward her, pressing up on her toes to reach him. In heels, she never had to stretch so far but their height difference always struck her when she was flat-footed. She brushed his lips with hers, in the way he always did to her, smiling when she felt him lean into her a little more. Silently she turned around to unlock the door, and pulled him inside after her. His hands stayed on her waist as he followed her up to the third floor. When they reached her door, she turned around to face him again and he gave her a little push until she was pressed against it. He moved in until his body was completely flush with hers and took the lead in kissing her this time. He sucked gently at her bottom lip and Drew found that she had to restrain herself from the sudden urge to wrap her leg around the back of his thigh.
"Unlock the door," he whispered against her lips, and with a tremendous effort, she pushed away from him to turn around and unlock the door. When it was open, he followed her inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it. She dropped her bag on the couch and stood still, watching him and wondering what he was going to do next.
He turned back around to face her and advanced. She sucked in a surprised breath when he scooped her up off the floor into his arms and carried her back to her bedroom, pulling her face toward his again to take her mouth deeply. Her arms and legs wrapped around him automatically and a surge of thrilled anticipation went through her at his boldness. The familiar throb of desire crept between her legs as he stepped into her bedroom. He tossed her onto her bed and then crawled over her, deftly pushing her blazer off her shoulders before he pressed her down onto her back. He held his weight over her on his arms as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she fisted into his T-shirt tightly as she frantically kissed him back, feeling overwhelmed with lust.
His fingers untangled from her hair and slid down her side and over the front of her hips. He pulled away from her long enough to brush his fingers over the button and zipper of her shorts, meeting her gaze for a moment. She couldn't nod, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but stare at him and breathe raggedly. He took her silence as affirmation and slowly unbuttoned her shorts before pulling the zipper down. He paused again, gauging her reaction and didn't miss the way she bit her lip. His fingers hooked into the waist of her shorts and he slid them down over her hips and then down her legs. She helped him a little by pulling her knees toward her chest and out of the leg holes. Her heart was pounding from a mixture of nervousness and excitement, the way it always seemed to lately. Heath had twice touched her between her legs, but he had never removed clothing from her body before, and somehow, it made the situation all the more intense.
He tossed her shorts gently to the side and leaned over her again, teasing her lips with his tongue to entice hers to come out and meet his. She obliged him and pressed up on her arms to meet him, to try and kiss him back as deeply as she could manage. He balanced his weight on one hand while the other slid underneath her shirt, over her smooth skin. His hand brushed over one of the cups of her bra as his lips moved to her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, marveling at how her arousal ratcheted even higher at the feeling of his full, firm lips moving all over her throat.
She gradually became aware that his lips were moving lower and lower, pausing in the hollow of her throat before moving down her upper chest. He pushed her shirt up to her ribs and moved his mouth to the skin of her abdomen, kissing a soft line over each set of ribs before moving down to her belly button. She froze, positive that he wasn't about to do what it seemed like he was about to do.
She was still up on her elbows, watching him, as he lifted his head and met her eyes again. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her lace bikinis and she held her breath, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, so hard she thought it might burst, and felt her eyes go wide as he inched her panties down over hips like he had her shorts. She was so caught off guard she couldn't help him this time, so he moved her legs for her to get her panties off of them, and then slowly pulled her thighs apart. She was completely dumbfounded and speechless as he gently pressed a hand to her chest, directing her to lay flat on her back.
She stared up at her ceiling in the darkness, her eyes wide, shaking as she felt his warm breath against her core. Part of her wanted to get off the bed and run and the other part didn't want to move from this bed for the rest of her life as long as he was in it with her. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, to not do what he was obviously planning to do, and the other part ached to lift her hips to meet his mouth first. She was just about to open her mouth to tell him she wasn't sure about it, that maybe he should stop, when she felt his lips brush the inside of first one thigh and then the other, trailing his lips over her flesh the way he did when he kissed her. For an instant she felt nothing else except his warm breath, and then, in a sensation that made her almost leap off the bed, the tip of his tongue slowly moved up the slit of her core, parting her velvety soft, thick flesh, before he drew her tiny pearl into his mouth and sucked.
She gasped, louder than she meant to, and gripped her bedding as she felt him pause again. She felt his nose brush the side of the inside of her thigh, almost as though he had tilted his head to kiss her flesh the way he would her lips, and then she felt the warmth and wetness of his lips and tongue as he dug gently into her flesh. Her eyes involuntarily rolled back in her head as the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation consumed her. Her core throbbed and tingled from the sensation his mouth was evoking inside her as he continued to slowly devour her warm, wet folds as though he were enjoying a decadent, lusciously sweet dessert.
She did not have a great deal of experience with oral sex; she had been on the receiving end only a few times during her college years, and that had been it since then. Her memory was a bit foggy, but she was quite certain that none of her previous lovers had ever made
her feel the way Heath was making her feel right now.
She let out a strangled gasp when his tongue burrowed inside of her, pulsing gently as he tasted her from the inside. It was a strange sensation but one that was incredibly pleasurable. She hadn't been aware she'd been writhing against his mouth until she heard a low chuckle erupt from his throat and he took a hold of her hips, keeping them firmly in place before his mouth.
"Stop squirming," he whispered in the darkness, the heat of his breath sending ripples over her flesh as the tiny pearl at the top of her center began tingling intensely with pleasure. He'd been leaving it alone for a little while as he explored her inner walls with his tongue, but it had started to ache from lack of stimulation as she grew more and more aroused and she knew that as soon as he returned his mouth to it, it wouldn't be long. She couldn't lie flat anymore so she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him.
As though he read her mind, he withdrew his tongue from her depths before lapping the flat of it directly up and along the slit of her center, before pulsing his tongue over her pearl as his mouth closed around it, warmth enveloping her as she let out a soft moan. His lips closed around it and as he suckled, he swirled his warm, moist tongue over it, sweeping back and forth, and after only a short moment, Drew felt a hot, tingling heat slowly creep through her core as her climax began to settle over her. It was deliciously slow and lingering, and she felt every single tingle and explosion as they happened. Her head lolled back as her hands first splayed open flat against the bedding and then fisted into them tightly.
"Shhhhhhit," she hissed quietly, punctuating the curse with a moan as her entire body trembled and shuddered. She squeezed her eyes shut and couldn't help from rolling her hips, pressing herself against his mouth as he continued to lick her slowly. Her now-sensitive center jerked and twitched from overstimulation and she tried to pull away, but he grabbed her hips again and slid his tongue back inside her. She whined at the sensation, wanting it to stop and also to go on forever as her chest heaved.
Finally Heath pulled his mouth from her and he moved up the length of her body, his chest sliding against her abdomen as he pulled himself up to her. His lips hovered tantalizingly above her mouth and she stared at them for an instant before she lunged. He caught himself, bracing his weight on his forearms against the violence of her attack on his mouth and hurried to catch up with her as she voraciously took his lips. She could taste herself against his full, fleshy mouth and on his tongue and she was surprised to discover how sweet she tasted. She sucked against his tongue and as he unconsciously rolled his hips into hers, her feminine ego and vanity were stroked when she felt his arousal pressing against her. He'd tasted her, and he'd loved it.
As she continued to feast on his mouth with her own, she reached for his shirt and hiked it up just enough to grab at his belt. He held still, kissing her back almost absently as he was distracted by what she was doing. Deftly she pulled his belt apart and moved her hands to the button of his jeans.
"Drew," he whispered against her lips, feeling her pop the button open and start to tug on his zipper. "You don't have –"
"Shut up," she whispered back. She slid her tongue into his mouth to hush him while at the same time, she finished with his zipper and drew her legs up to hook her toes into his waistband and pull them down a little. Her hand reached for the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs.
"Drew," he said again, a little louder this time. "You –"
This time, she bit him and with a little grunt of pain, he went quiet. She immediately licked the place on his lip where she'd made a little wound, soothing it. Then, she used one hand to pull his waistband away from his body. The other hiked her tank top up to her ribs, exposing her stomach, before sliding down his muscled stomach, rigid with the effort of holding himself up, before moving smoothly inside his underwear and taking him in hand.
She heard him suck in a breath through his nose as her hand encircled him. She let out an involuntary, soft moan as she gauged his size; his girth had to have been at least two inches, and as her hand moved snugly down his length, it felt endlessly long. She slid her fist back to the top, swirling her thumb over his tip and feeling it was moist from her touch already. She realized that they were now just holding their mouths together instead of really kissing, both intent on what she was doing.
She continued to stroke him, massaging up and down his length with her hand encircling him tightly. She felt his shuddery breaths against her skin as he pulled his mouth from hers to bury it into the flesh of her neck. Her hand caught a rhythm as she moved over him, feeling his length and hardness grow impossibly. She jumped when she felt his fingers between her legs suddenly, and she moved down his length again, he slid two fingers inside her, the movement easy because of her wetness. He moved his fingers in and out of her, in time to the strokes of her hand against him.
The experience was unbelievably erotic as Drew lost herself in the feeling of him in her hand and his fingers inside her wet depths; it was like they were having sex without actually having sex and part of her wanted to line him up at her opening and let him slide inside. But what they were doing now was deliciously torturous and would make her yearn for the actual act even after they both found release.
She felt his hardness swell up, giving new meaning to the term "rock hard" as his breathing hitched in his chest. He tried to pull away from her hand, but she refused to let him go.
"Drew," he breathed in her ear. "I'm about to –"
"Just do it," she moaned back in a whisper. "Please."
A moment later, she heard him let out a short, soft groan, his body shaking slightly, the noise rumbling deeply in chest and she felt a sudden pool of warmth over the flesh of her stomach. The sensation of it and the knowledge that she'd made him climax, combined with the ministrations of his large fingers still working inside her, sent her toppling over the edge right after him. For the second time, she came, gasping against his mouth as she felt her own fluid gush out of her and over his hand while her body shook and her muscles contracted.
He was still holding himself up on his forearm and he carefully shifted off of her, rolling onto his back as he caught his breath. He glanced over at her, his eyes flickering toward her stomach.
"Sorry about that," he said, his voice deep and low in her ear. "I'll grab a towel out of your bathroom."
"It's okay," she replied, her hands searching over the bed. She found the lacy material of her panties and used them to wipe his seed off her stomach. She thought she might feel grossed out, but she found she didn't mind it at all. She glanced up and saw that he was watching intently. She half-smiled shyly.
"What?" she asked. "I just didn't want you to have to get up."
"No," he said. "It's just—I should probably not find that as hot as I did."
"What?" she asked. "Which part?"
"All of it, now that you ask," he said. He ran his fingers over her now-dry stomach. "But the sight of you usin' your panties to clean yourself up…"
Drew was thankful for the darkness in her bedroom as it masked her blush. Before she could think of something to say in reply, anything, he leaned over and slipped a hand around the back of her head, pulling her close to kiss her slowly and sensuously. She latched around his bottom lip and sucked at it, remembering the nip she'd given him.
"Sorry," she said when she pulled away. She brushed his lip with her fingertips. "I got a little carried away. I just wanted you to shut up and let me do what I wanted to do for once."
He laughed softly. "Well, it worked," he replied, rubbing at his lip.
"Why do you always seem to put up a fight when I want to touch you back?" Drew asked quietly, her cheeks flaming in the dark. She wasn't used to having intimate conversations with anyone; in fact, she considered herself to be a bit of a prude when it came to discussing the topic of sex, even with a lover.
Heath sighed. "I just don't want you thinkin' that I'm doin' anything to you because I need you to do somethin' back," he re
plied. "I just wanted to make you feel good. To know that it can be that way. I'm guessin' I'm the first person that you've been with since…the attack."
Uneasiness seized her instantly, but she shut her eyes for a moment and shoved the flashbacks that threatened to overtake her to the back of her mind. She took a deep breath and blew it out before replying.
"Yes, you are," she said softly. "And…you've done a good job at making me feel great." Her hand crept slowly toward his on the bed. "So great, that it makes me want to make you feel great, too. And—I want to know that you want me to make you feel great." She laughed at her awkward phrasing as she intertwined her fingers with his. "This may come as a shock, but I did sort of enjoy sex once upon a time. That part of me just kind of went numb after—after what happened."
"'Sort of enjoy sex'?" Heath repeated, his thumb stroking over the back of her hand lightly.
"Well," she said, feeling embarrassed again. "I mean. It was okay. I haven't been with that many people so I guess my range of experience is limited. You're the first person to make me –" Her cheeks burned and she cleared her throat. "That is, I haven't been with anyone who –" She was getting flustered.
Heath laughed at her softly and tugged on her arm, pulling her against him. "Then I'm very glad I could be of service," he said into her ear, his lips brushing her jaw.
"Me, too," she murmured back, her eyes closing against the tingles erupting on her skin. "I'm glad you let me touch you finally."
"I didn't really have a choice," he replied, "if I wanted to keep my lip." He snuggled into her neck as his arms tightened around her. As she felt his breath warm her flesh, and a feeling of complete satisfaction settled over her like a warm blanket, she thought she was ready, more than ever, for everything Heath could bring her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The week somehow managed to both breeze by and creep by at a painfully slow rate. Drew felt eager anticipation at the impending trip out of town to Buffalo and also a great deal of anxiety.