His lips close over mine. I slide my hands into his hair and hold his mouth against mine, exploring his mouth like it's been years instead of weeks. His tongue dances with mine, playful and aggressive.
He thrusts into me. I match his rhythm, pushing him deeper. He groans into my mouth. I groan back. I've already made a mess of his hair, so I go crazy.
We stay locked together, rocking into each other's bodies, need pouring back and forth. Pleasure builds inside me. I resist. I want to come with him. It's been too long.
I bring my mouth to his neck and suck on his skin. Until he's groaning. Until his hands squeeze the sheets. There. He's close. I let go of control, moving faster and harder.
An orgasm rises up inside me. I groan. I pull one hand free and intertwine it with his.
I stare deep into Drew's eyes, at all the love and affection and desire in them. He stares back and I know we'll be locked like this until we're there.
A few more thrusts and we're coming together. My sex clenches around him. His cock pulses inside me. Pleasure spreads to my fingers and toes as he fills me.
Fuck yes.
I collapse on the bed.
He lies next to me, bringing my body into his, wrapping his arms around me. "I love you."
"I love you too." I turn my neck to press my lips to his. "How long do we have?"
"About ten minutes until we need to get dressed."
"Can I have a clue yet?"
"No." He slides his hand below my waist. "You can have an orgasm."
His fingers graze my clit.
It would be silly to waste ten perfectly good minutes.
"I accept your offer."
I press my body into his. He strokes me until I’m there, moaning his name as I come.
* * *
We wash up, dress, and make our way to the street. Drew leads the way on a walk of unspecified length.
He stops at the corner. "Close your eyes."
"We have to cross the street!"
"You trust me?"
I do. I press my lids together. It amplifies the sound of traffic. The heat of the sun. The softness of his lips on my neck.
The light changes. We cross the street, walk straight for one block, turn right.
"Open your eyes." Drew points to the shop in the middle of a strip mall.
It's a tattoo parlor.
"Our appointment starts in ten minutes," he says.
"What kind of appointment?"
"The couple's tattoo. You think I'd joke about that?" He slides his arm around my waist. "You can back out if you're scared. It does hurt."
