DREW
Sadie’s body quaked and shuddered as I laved delicate strokes over her clit, milking the last of the aftershocks from her orgasm. God, she was a sight. Chest heaving, panting to catch her breath. Fists still clutching the table runner, and that look in her eyes. Christ almighty, that look.
Pure, unbridled want.
No woman had looked at me like that since my accident.
Hell, had anyone ever looked at me like that? Simultaneously filthy and full of reverence.
Seeing her on the porch with Paul and worrying if she was serious about taking up a vacation fling with someone had made something inside me snap. But the look she was giving me right now? It was a balm to my soul I didn’t even know I needed.
She sat up and grabbed the neck of my shirt, pulling me up to my feet and in for a scorching kiss, not seeming to mind that my mouth was coated in her wetness. Without breaking the kiss, she reached down to the waist of my jeans and worked on my fly.
Insecurity reared its ugly head. I wasn’t ready for her to see everything I had going on. When I arranged hookups with women through apps, they knew what they were getting into up front, and it was always a one-time thing. Sadie was going to be here for a while and—if I was lucky—this wouldn’t be a one-and-done situation.
As if sensing my trepidation, she broke away from the kiss. She pulled her face a few inches away and studied my expression without any judgment, before running her index finger down the crease between my eyebrows that extended a mile deep.
She gave me a gentle nudge, and her feet made a soft thud as she slid off the table.
I’d blown it.
I was positive she was about to tell me thanks for the O, too bad you couldn’t seal the deal, when instead she turned to face the table, bent at the waist—presenting her perfect peach-shaped ass to me—and peered over her shoulder.
Biting her lip, she said, “I don’t have to watch if you don’t want me to. I just need you inside me.”
My cock threatened to burst the zipper on my fly as it wept in agony. In two strides I was at the side table by the front door, digging through my wallet. Hoping the condom in there wasn’t expired.
“Thank god,” I muttered under my breath when I finally dug it out.
I strode back over to her as she watched me over her shoulder, her gaze lust-clouded. She tipped her ass up a little farther in invitation and raked her teeth across her bottom lip again.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I unzipped and sheathed up, then captured her eyes. “You’re sure?” I ran my hand down the silky-smooth skin of her spine before curling it around her hip. It would kill me to walk away, but I would stop if she had any doubts.
She arched her brow before facing forward and spreading her legs a little farther. “Yes. Now quit stalling,” she hissed.
One swift thrust and I was enveloped in her wet heat. I wanted to take this slow. Make it last. It had been a long time, after all. But my cock had other plans once I was inside her. Pounding into her with abandon, I reached around and cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples while I grated out a half-assed apology for not drawing things out more. “It’s going to be fast this first time, but I promise to make it good.”
She moaned when my hand reached down to tap her clit as I slammed away in a punishing rhythm. I barreled toward the finish line at a rate that would embarrass a high schooler, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get her there with me.
“We can take it slow next time around,” I grunted out.
The hurricane lamp rattled a few feet away from her as the table shook underneath us. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to break me,” she husked out, right before she spasmed around my cock.
The fluttering of her pussy caused a zing at the base of my spine, and I emptied myself into the condom in an instant.
No, but you might break me.
* * *
For the secondday in a row, I woke up wrapped around Sadie’s soft, warm body. We hadn’t left my house in forty-eight hours. It’d been a nonstop sex-fest interspersed only with breaks to order delivery or catch a few hours of sleep at random times when one of us passed out from exhaustion.
We’d gone at it on nearly every surface in the house. That first night I’d pinned her against the wall the second time around. She’d demanded I take my shirt off so she could feel my skin pressed against hers, which was one hundred percent the right call, by the way. Then I ate her out again, on the stairs this time, before we made it up to her room.
She hadn’t pushed me on the whole pants issue. And as much as I’d love nothing more than to come in that pretty mouth of hers, I’d managed to steer her away from returning the favor when it came to oral so far.
It wasn’t like my dick was mangled. But my control hung by a thread as it was. If she blew me, I wasn’t sure I’d have the wherewithal not to strip down every part of my body and soul for her to pass judgment on.
That first night, after her fifth or sixth orgasm—but who was counting—she couldn’t hide the look of disappointment when I slid out of her bed. But she didn’t say anything. I’d honestly planned to go back to my own room. Sleeping next to her seemed like it would muddle the boundaries.