by D. C. Ruins
"Do you want to touch me now?" she whispered.
Wordlessly, he nodded. Drew slowly moved her arms away from her chest and he sucked in another breath as he beheld her breasts for the first time. They were supple, perfectly rounded and formed, and her nipples were tantalizingly erect and pink, practically begging for his mouth.
She reached down and took his hand and slowly brought it to her breast. His hand closed gently around it and he swiped his thumb lightly over her nipple, clenching his jaw at the feeling of her soft flesh and the taut little peak that seemed to grow harder under his touch.
He felt himself growing and tightening inside his pants and Drew had seated herself directly over him, and he could feel her hot core through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. She sucked in a soft, audible breath when she felt his arousal move right against her.
She covered his hand with her own again over her breast and squeezed his hand to entice him to squeeze her breast and he complied, unclenching his other fist from the comforter to run his hand down her smooth back, his fingers trailing down the indentation of her spine, until he grazed the soft flesh of her backside. Her other hand met his there and squeezed around it as well.
"You won't break me," she whispered, a slight smile tugging her lips.
She leaned close to his face but stopped short of actually kissing him; her forehead was against his and her lips brushed his and he felt her breath come in light little pants as his hands roamed and squeezed her body. When both of his hands cupped her breasts at the same time she sighed and he watched as she bit her lip. He decided he wanted to try something to both gauge her reaction and satiate his own desire so he pushed her back gently by the shoulders and glanced up into her face, seeing her eyes dark with what he hoped was arousal. He pressed one hand into her back and brought his face to her chest and languidly licked at one of her nipples before drawing it into his mouth. Her flesh was sweet as it always was; her skin smooth and supple and his mouth devoured her.
She gasped at the initial sensation of his tongue swirling around her sensitive little peak, and she let out a short, soft moan when he suckled at her nipple. He pulled away slowly and looked up at her before repeating the action with her other breast. Her hands grappled at his shoulders and he felt the sweet bite of her nails as they dug into his flesh, letting him know wordlessly how much she liked it.
He reached up to tilt her head down and stretched his neck slightly to take her mouth in the way they both loved. She was eager with her lips and tongue. Heath usually made it a point to keep her kisses slow and leisurely but as the heat of his growing arousal sharpened his need for her to the point of desperation, he couldn't slow the movements of his own mouth, too eager to devour as much of her as he could manage.
"Heath," she panted when she pulled her head back. She gripped his face to make him look at her. "You can have me however you want me."
The words hit him like a bucket of ice water. He didn't want to ruin the moment by asking her if she was sure, but at the same time, it was important that he was absolutely certain she was absolutely certain as he was determined never to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.
His hesitation and uncertainty must have been plain on his face because she leaned in again and kissed him tenderly.
"I'm sure," she whispered, a reply to his unasked question. "I want you to have me. I trust you."
At her words, he held her tight as he maneuvered himself to his knees and flipped her onto her back. Surprise filled her eyes as she wasn't expecting the sudden move, but she gazed up at him, her beautiful breasts moving quickly with her increased breaths, and she watched with wide eyes as he pulled off his sweatpants and shucked his socks, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. He loomed over her and thought about how very small she looked lying underneath him and how big he must look to her hovering over her. He leaned down to take her lips in his as he thrust his hardness right up against her, grinding into her right between her legs, and she squealed into his mouth at the sensation, clutching at him and digging her nails into his broad shoulders again. Her knees drew up to her ribs before wrapping around his waist to hold him tight against her.
They stayed like that for a long time, mouths fused together as he ground his increasing arousal into her hot core. Finally he gently broke the hold of her legs and pulled his mouth away. She was panting hard and he reached for the waistband of her thong and pulled it over her hips, down her legs. He pulled them apart again at the ankle and kissed his way upward, alternating between each leg, until he settled himself between her thighs. She knew what was coming but her breath hitched with anticipation anyway and she watched him with wide brown eyes. He kissed and suckled at the insides of each thigh, licking the crease of joint where her thighs connected to her pelvis, making her jump at the sensation, until finally his tongue brushed lightly over her center and she moaned aloud at the sensation that the slight touch provided. He paused, breathing on the moisture he'd just made, giving her a moment to collect herself, and then he lapped against her, scooping her flesh into his mouth like he was eating the sweetest of fruits. She squealed and moaned at the sensation as his tongue moved all over her center, into it, taking mouthfuls of her wet, twitching flesh like it was his last meal.
He'd enjoyed her taste previously but tonight it was slightly different; it was richer, sweeter. It was heady and intoxicating and though he usually enjoyed slowly teasing her orgasms out of her, her taste was too sweet, too delicious for him to curb his greediness as his mouth took her, over and over, until he snapped back to the present and realized she had been building an intense orgasm and judging by the way her hard little pearl was growing harder and swelling up against his tongue, it was about to burst out of her at any moment.
And then it did, literally, a gush of her sweet fluid rushing out of her and into his mouth, tasting like the heavy syrup from a can of peaches. She keened out a hoarse, shaky moan, her hips bucking. He held them in place as he lapped up all of her sweet syrup from her velvety folds, the insides of her thighs, making sure not one drop went to waste as her body convulsed through the aftershocks. When he'd gotten it all, he moved back up her body to hover his mouth over hers and she tilted her head up to meet his and immediately accepted his tongue deep in her mouth the way it had been buried deep in her core only a few moments earlier.
His arousal strained, and he felt like he was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life. It ached a little and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. As though she read his mind, he felt her toes wedge into the waistband of his boxer briefs and maneuver them down over his hips until he could shake them the rest of the way off his legs. He reached down to touch her and felt like he might come just from knowing, from feeling, how amazingly wet she was now. He took himself in hand and slid his tip along her wet folds, pushing ever so slightly here and there to find the sweetest of the sweet spots that would yield to him to let him push through and settle into her even sweeter depths.
He felt her entire body tense and looked into her eyes, immediately stopping his movements although he twitched against her wet flesh.
"Drew," he murmured, seeing her eyes were squeezed shut tightly. "Don't do that. Open your eyes and look at me."
She did, and met his gaze. "It's me," he whispered and leaned down to kiss her; her lips accepted the kiss but didn't move with his. "You're with me. Just kiss me." He moved his lips insistently over hers until she began to return his kisses and the passion built up between them again.
"You okay?" he asked between kisses.
"Yeah," she whispered back. "Please, Heath. Now." Her whisper was laced with need, with want, so he took hold of himself again and found the sweetest point of entry and lined himself up to it. He parted her lips with his tongue before sliding it down deep into her mouth, to find the prize of her tongue and twist and pull at it slowly with his. At the same time, he coated his tip in her moisture and moved into her slowly.
He was generously sized with a slight curve, an
d she was incredibly tight; all of those things required as gentle and slow an entry as possible. He maneuvered his first couple inches of length into her and felt her entire body begin to tense up again.
"Heath," she breathed, doubt flowing out of her now.
"Relax," he whispered into her neck, and after taking a deep breath, she did, and he pushed forward a few more inches. Her wetness gushed deliciously around him and he felt her ultra-tight walls stretch to let him in and then immediately close around him, fitting him like a glove. He looked into her heavily lidded eyes and pushed his last few inches the rest of the way into her and she gasped. He scanned her face with his eyes to make sure she wasn't in any pain; her eyes flew open wide and then slowly fluttered shut as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. He nuzzled the pulse in her neck.
"Talk to me," he murmured. "You okay?"
"Just—hold on a second," she whispered back. It was quite possibly the most difficult request she'd ever made, as every inch of his skin was burning with the desire, the need, to begin thrusting his hips into her, but he took a deep, silent breath through his nose and waited for her to acclimate herself to the feeling of him inside her. He looked into her face again and saw her eyes were shut tightly. He was about to ask her if she wanted him to stop altogether when suddenly, he felt one of her legs entangle around the back of his thigh and her other leg slide up against his waist, and then he felt a small but powerful forward thrust of her hips below him, and he bit back a grunt of pleasure at the feeling of her wet, tight walls sliding over him. It was unmistakably permission to go ahead.
He slid one hand into her hair, the other arm bearing his weight as he leaned over her, and he took her mouth with his again as he started to move, slowly rolling his hips into hers. He didn't push deeply into her and didn't withdraw completely, waiting for her to let him know what she wanted and what she liked. She gasped softly into his mouth and he used all of his self-control and willpower to pace himself. He could have released, and happily, the moment he entered her fully, her walls felt that amazing around him, but this occurrence as everything had been was about her. It was extremely important to him that her first time being fully intimate with him was nothing short of phenomenal for her; it was not lost on him that not only was this her first time having sex since her attack…he was the first man she'd been with since. He wanted and needed to show her, remind her, what sex with someone she trusted and cared about, and who trusted and cared about her, could feel like.
Her mouth had fallen away from his slightly as she became consumed with the feeling of him moving inside her. He was still carefully controlling the movements of his hips, trying to think of other things besides how gorgeous she looked below him, how satiny smooth her skin felt, how fucking tight she was, when he felt her hands move from his sides to his back and run down the length of it, stopping until she had a hand on each cheek. He felt her nails dig in, and the sensation of the tiny sparks of pain in such a sensitive area gave him a jolt and did nothing to help his cause to last as long as he could. He clenched his jaw, biting back another groan, only to give up on muffling them as immediately another one erupted from his throat when he felt the almost imperceptible pressure of the palms of her hands pressing against his ass.
Deeper.
He decided to stop double-checking her every request and just obey, so he gratefully thrust into her, hissing lightly when he felt his tip slide past his previous boundary into even warmer, wetter territory. Her palms pressed insistently against him, and she whispered something, so softly he almost didn't hear it. Almost didn't—but he did.
"Yes."
He wanted to curse, he wanted to sink his teeth into her neck, but he restrained himself, focusing on the slow, deep thrusts she seemed to be enjoying. He lifted his head and looked down at her. It was a bad idea; he had looked into the face of a woman riding a high wave of arousal and pleasure, and it almost undid him. He lowered his face to her neck quickly, but the image of her heavy-lidded eyes, narrowed to slits from the surges of pleasure she was feeling, her full, plump, pouty lips parted to let her sighs and pin-drop soft moans escape unhindered, her cheeks flushed and her dark hair fluffed around her like a silken, wavy halo was seared into his brain like it had been put there with a branding iron. He felt his scrotum jerk as his testes tightened up, preparing for their imminent release.
Don't fucking do it, he warned himself, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing his breathing to regulate. Do not fucking do it.
"Heath," she whispered, and he cringed. Hearing his name uttered while she was in such a state of arousal was not helping him out. He lifted his head again and used the hand in her hair to tilt her head toward his so he could take her mouth and silence any other unbearably sexy utterances slipping between her lips. After a few moments, she pulled her mouth from his slightly to whisper again.
"Harder," she breathed against his lips. He clenched his jaw again as his hips moved of their own accord, as if they heard the request too and were only too happy to acquiesce. She was going to kill him. But he was determined not to climax until she reached hers, even if he died in the process. But if she kept making these types of requests, he couldn't guarantee he would survive to see the end result.
He lowered his mouth to her breast as he moved, his tongue slipping out to tease the erect, pink nub, making her gasp sharply and tangle the fingers of one hand in his hair. He drew it into his mouth, trying to focus solely on that and not the way her walls kept clamping down around him and how she only seemed to be getting wetter and wetter. He teethed her nipple lightly, smiling when she squealed, moaning when she began lifting her hips off the bed to meet each of his thrusts. He pulled away from her breast, moving back up toward her mouth. He meant to tell her she couldn't do that, that this would be over too soon, but the sight of her opened mouth, her lips so plump and moist and inviting, made him forget about what he wanted to say and instead of using his lips and tongue to talk to her, he used them to taste her mouth. The simultaneous feeling of her tongue sliding and twisting against his while her hips thrust back against him, deepening the penetration that much more, made him realize that he was fighting a losing battle against himself. The warm heat that had been coiling in his pelvis started pulling tighter and tighter; he felt as though every drop of blood in his body had gone to set up shop inside his member, as it felt literally rock hard, heralding the arrival of his release sooner than he preferred.
He removed his hand from her hair and slipped it down between their bodies, between her legs, and began to stroke her with his fingers in the way he knew all too well that she liked. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him, letting another of those soft moans pass her lips as her body responded to the new set of sensations he was giving her. Her head tilted back into the pillow as her breathing increased. He licked his tongue along the line of her throat, glancing down and seeing her abdominal muscles contract. His lips set up camp in the hollow of her throat as he stroked her, and not too much longer after that, he felt her tiny pearl start to harden and swell against his fingertip, signaling her impending release. His hips never stopped moving, although hers had thankfully settled back onto the bed, stilling at the first touch of his fingers. Suddenly her breaths sped up, building on top of each of other, and her moans joined them, building in volume and length. They began as soft little pants, and by the time a real, throaty moan erupted from her throat, her whole body seized and her legs tightened around him and a soft string of unintelligible curses fell from her lips. It was, hands down, the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed, and although he knew he shouldn't be watching her as it ratcheted up his own need to release, he couldn't look away.
"Heath!" she breathed rapturously, finally opening her eyes and staring up at him. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he met her gaze, silently begging his body to give him just a little bit longer. Her hands slid down his back to his hips and she took ahold of them firmly.
"Faster," she commanded in a whisper, and he actually groaned,
not only from pleasure but also because that was the final request he dreaded her making. Deep, hard, and fast—this would be over before either one of them knew it.
"Drew," he finally managed, his voice deep and rough with lust, "if I do—this is gonna be over too fa –"
"I want it," she whispered back. "I'm so close. Give it to me."
Ah, fuck.
He let her hands guide his hips so he could see just how she liked it; when he reached a specific mixture of speed, depth, and force, she moaned and he felt her legs pull away from him and saw, amazed, that her knees were pulled back, her thighs spread wide, toes in the air and pointed from years of dance discipline. His eyes followed the line of her leg from hip to toe and it was too much of a turn on. He lowered his face to her neck again, burying it in soft curve where jaw melded into throat, and drove them both home.
His hips moved with lightning sharp thrusts, his tip sliding past a soft, spongy little mass over and over on its way to meet and re-meet her cervix, and just when he realized he had about five to seven good thrusts left before his body checked out, something amazing happened.
Her walls shuddered violently and clamped down tight around him, tighter than they had been the entire time he'd been inside her, and he felt her skin heat up against his, felt her heart pound through her rib cage and her pulse throb in her neck, felt her nipples become hard and prominent against his chest, felt her pelvis pulsate and contract rapidly below his. He felt her jaw press into the side of his face as her mouth fell open, and lifted his head in time to watch her eyes fly open wide like they always did when she was about to come.
As her orgasm barreled into her, a strangled, raspy groan vibrated out of her throat and her eyes squeezed shut and her entire warm little body convulsed below and against him as tremors of pleasure coursed through her. Internally, he felt her walls and pelvic muscles flutter tightly, rapidly around his length and before hers was even over, his climax was slamming into him like a freight train and this time he did bite her, he couldn't help it, his deep grunt of extreme, body-shaking, soul-rattlingly intense pleasure muffled against her flesh.