“Why then?” she asked after a second of hesitation.
“Because what goes on behind closed doors is our business. If I want you on my dick, that’s between me and you. I’m not going to destroy you to get what I want.”
“Then what are you going to do?” she asked.
“Simple, I’m going to tell you to stop overthinking everything. You want me, and I want you. We can make this work with each other or we can turn this into a nightmare. It’s really up to you.”
“You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked.
He ran one hand up her back, sinking it into her hair and pulling her down close to him. Forehead to forehead. He breathed her in.
How could he want her scent, love it? She made his mouth water.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you. I’m proving to you that your head may not want this, nor your heart, but I know your body does. We’re both two consenting adults. Why not give in?”
“You hate me.”
“No, I don’t. But you hate me.”
“No, I don’t.”
He smiled. “So if we don’t hate each other and both of us want to fuck, why don’t we give in and take what we’re both so hungry for?” he asked.
He was done fighting this between them. They both clearly wanted it, even if they continued to deny each other. He couldn’t fight this anymore. Pulling her down, he kissed her hard. He stood up and pressed her against the counter. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as he plundered her lips, tasting her. He lifted her up onto the counter, spread her legs, and stepped between them.
She whispered his name and he pulled her to the edge of the counter.
It was still too high up.
As he lifted her up in his arms, she broke the kiss, letting out a gasp as he carried her through to the sitting room.
“What are you doing?”
Rather than telling her, he showed her. He kissed her before spinning her so her stomach was pressed against the edge of the sofa. He reached in front of her and flicked the catch of her jeans, opening them up for him. Sliding a hand inside, he found her lace panties. Diving beneath them, he started to explore her pussy.
She was wet. The fine hairs already soaked.
“You can say that we shouldn’t do this, but we both know what our bodies crave, and I’m tired of denying it, Callie. I want you in my bed every single night. I want to explore this with you.” He pulled down her jeans and admired the pattern on her lacy panties before pushing them down as well. He angled her pussy so it was just right for him, and then, he released his pants and pulled out his stiff cock.
A bead of pre-cum spilled out of the tip and he didn’t even bother to grab a condom. He already wanted inside her so badly. They hadn’t used any condoms, and as he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, he took his sweet time to slide in deep. Closing his eyes, he felt every inch as he sank inside her,
Inch by inch, she squeezed his cock and he watched as her pussy took him in. He spread the cheeks of her ass so he could get a good view as he didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
Letting go, he grabbed her hips and slammed the last couple of inches inside her, only to pull out before going back inside. He pounded her, watching as she took him.
“Play with your pussy. I want you to come all over my dick. Come on, baby. I won’t come, not until you give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my dick.”
She started to tease her clit and as she did, the pleasure tightened around his cock. His balls ached from the simple contact.
Over and over, she milked him, and he relished the feel of her tightness.
He didn’t let up. He fucked her harder still and when he came, he shoved in deep, flooding her womb with his cum. In the back of his mind, he wondered if she used any protection or if he was going to knock up the woman he’d once bullied.
****
For the next week, everything was normal. She got up in Drew’s bed, that was the only part of her morning routine that hadn’t stayed normal. She went downstairs, made him breakfast, and assisted Meghan. Like always, Drew refused to take a lunch. She and Meghan would clean, and they’d garden, or they’d go to the shops. Afterward, they’d grab lunch, take it to Drew, either sit with him or leave him, depending on how busy he was. In the afternoon, she started to teach Meghan spelling and helped her learn to read. Later in the day, they’d make dinner, she’d bathe Meghan, and they’d eat with Drew if he was early enough, or she’d put her to bed and come downstairs when Drew arrived. He’d go and put Meghan to bed, read to her for however long he needed, come downstairs, eat dinner, and then the nights were not so normal. Drew’s appetite for her was insatiable and she couldn’t exactly get away with it either because she couldn’t seem to get enough of him.