The only thing that matters is him inside me.
I pull my mouth off his fingers and kiss him as hard as I can. He plays with my nipples. It's just soft enough to send pang after pang of desire shooting through me.
My body buzzes. I hold him tighter. Kiss him harder. Buck my hips to drive him deeper.
He groans into my neck. His nails sink into my skin. He's close. I'm fucking Drew and he's close.
I must have died and gone to heaven.
He rubs his thumb over my nipple. There. I break our kiss to let out a low groan.
He does nothing to keep me quiet. He rubs me the same way. He thrusts into me until I let out a scream. And then he keeps doing it. Just. Like. That.
The pressure tenses and tenses, until it's almost too much to take. I hold him tighter. Groan louder. Rock my hips to push him even deeper.
There.
An orgasm rises up inside me. Tighter and tenser and harder.
He thrusts into me again and I teeter over the edge. I come in spasms, all that delicious tension releasing into pure ecstasy.
"Drew," I groan.
His name is still the best thing I've ever heard.
Drew kisses me deeply. He shudders. Almost there.
Almost all mine.
I lose myself in the feeling of him inside me. Drew is about to come. I pinch myself to check if I'm dreaming.
Wide awake.
He groans into my mouth. There's this desperate need pouring from him to me and back again. I've wanted this for so long. And he has too.
And it's perfect.
He releases the kiss and groans my name into my ear. "Kara." His nails dig into my skin as he thrusts one last time.
And he comes. I can feel his cock pulsing, even with the condom. I can feel it in his breath and his hands and the muscles in his chest.
"Fuck." Drew releases me.
I unhook my legs, plant them on the ground, and pull my dress back on.
He shifts back into his jeans and discards the condom in a trash can on the other side of the room.
And then he's back to me.
He's mine.
He squeezes my hand. "You're amazing."
"Drew." I wrap my arms around him. "Take me home so we can do that again."
"I thought you'd never ask."
