So I spread my legs wide and eased down on the broad head of his shaft. My head went back at the sensation of his hot, hard length spreading my sex open. I panted, slowly taking more of him, an inch at a time. He held me steady with his hands for a moment, and then surprised me. Drew ran a hand down my stomach and over my mound, making a V-shape of his fingers and started rubbing me from my clit all the way to the place where he penetrated me. Again and again, he stroked me like that until I was pulsing around him, coming before I’d even taken all of him in. My eyes were wide, holding his gaze. One of his hands held my hip while the other pleasured me, intense and bright. The ecstasy rippled through me from my clit all the way up into my sex, clenching around him. He thrust into me then, deep and hard as I spasmed. I cried out as I rocked frantically back and forth, taking more, wanting more. He rubbed my clit until I was begging him to stop because I couldn’t breathe, the waves of pleasure were too strong and I was afraid I’d black out. Still, he wouldn’t stop. He jerked his hips up in a hard rhythm while he thumbed my clit up and down until I was thrashing, out of control on his cock, riding him with abandon as my pleasure wrung itself out on his shaft that pulsed and exploded inside me. He wrapped me in his arms, his mouth covering mine, kissing me fiercely through his own orgasm that was so powerful that I thought he would break my back thrusting in me so hard again and again. The kiss was sweet and filthy, the perfect end to a perfect night.
We rolled onto our backs, our fingers laced together. He drew the sheet up over me before I could get chilled. I turned my head to look at him. He was breathing hard, that muscled chest heaving up and down like he’d run a long distance. He grinned at me. “Better than I could have dreamed. I love seeing you spread out over me. It was so sexy. That’s one I’ll remember forever.”
“Good. I like the idea of being on your private highlights reel.”
“Baby, you know you’re my entire highlight reel don’t you? Could you doubt that? Nothing compares to this, to what we have together. Nothing ever came close. Believe me.”
“I want to,” I said, faltering. “I know this feels amazing. And when I’m with you, I’m so happy. I wish I could know that you’re as happy as I am.”
“Why would you wonder? I practically beamed joy all day today at work. John was giving me hell about it, because I knew I got to see you tonight. I had you to look forward to. I knew you would be here and talk to me and maybe let me kiss you.”
“Uh, you did more than kiss me.”
“Yeah, and I’m a lucky son of a bitch and I know it,” he said, kissing my temple, “Now come here. You’re too far away.”
I rolled onto my side and his arm went around me, settling me with my head on his chest. “Oh, that feels nice,” I said.
Before he could answer me, I was fast asleep, drifting off with the pleasant feeling that things could work out. That I could be this happy forever with him.
22
Drew
It was safe to say it had been the best three weeks of my adult life. Assuming my adult life began around the time I got my own place a year after I broke up with Michelle. There was at least a year in between of drinking and acting like an idiot and feeling sorry for myself before I started to get my shit together. So in the past seventeen years, these had been the happiest weeks of my life. It was no coincidence that it was because Michelle was back in my life.
If I’d been trying to keep it a secret, I was failing. John and Ethan and Dre were giving me crap nonstop about the whistling.
“I didn’t even know you could whistle, and now all of a sudden it’s like a damn Disney movie in the garage,” John said. “I figure your forest friends will start coming in the open windows and tidying up the shop.”
“I like tryna figure out what song it’s supposed to be,” Dre laughed. “Sometimes I think it’s some random old country I don’t know, and then he busts out with the chorus and it’s some Dua Lipa shit.”
“My wife listens to Dua Lipa. She don’t run around whistling it though,” John put in.
“You know on TikTok how it seems like all the videos have the same background song? That’s what it’s like here. He ain’t that good at carrying a tune so it all sounds about the same,” Ethan added.