to remove a condom from his back pocket and roll it on.
He picks me up as if I weigh no more than a feather, sits on the couch and pulls me down onto him forcefully, hissing as he buries his thick cock all the way into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I love the way you feel.”
He encourages me to move, wrapping his hands around my hips and lifting me up and down. I groan as he penetrates deep with each thrust. I grip his wide shoulders and grind down onto his lap and that’s all it takes to send me spiraling into another shattering orgasm, calling out his name as I spasm. Drew drives into me a few more times before loudly finding his own climax moments later.
Breathless, I press my cheek against his damp chest so I can listen to his rapidly beating heart as it slows. He brings his arms around me, pulling me even closer, brushing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
What the hell am I doing?
Bright morning light hits the back of my eyelids, making me want to roll over and cover my head with my pillow. I can’t move though, because Drew’s massive body is wrapped around me.
After our frenzied session on the couch, he carried me upstairs to his bed and we discovered each other again slowly before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Enjoying my rare moment of happiness, I look past the foot of the bed and out the glass that makes up an entire wall of his bedroom. My eyes fix on the top of the Empire State Building, jutting up tall and proud from the surrounding buildings, just like Drew would stand out in a crowd. Usually, the city diminishes my anxiety, but this morning, I see that one building drawing focus from everything around it and stress prickles up my neck.
I don’t want to be the Empire State Building, everyone staring and pointing at it. I want to be in the blind mass of smaller structures, invisible, unexceptional. Can I be with Drew and still be unseen? I choke down my fear and burrow further into Drew’s chest , deeply inhaling his scent. I know that I sleep better with him than I have in a long time. No nightmares, no memories, no waking up in the middle of the night feeling as if my heart is going to explode. He can protect me from that, right?
I feel Drew kiss ing the back of my neck and decide to file my worries for another time along with everything else I refuse to acknowledge. Like hopefully never .
“Good morning,” he breathes as his hands roam over my curves.
“Good morning yourself,” I respond playfully, hoping he doesn’t hear the fear in my voice. Attempting to distract him, I push my backside against his very obvious arousal.
“Is that how it is?” He shifts his hand down between my thighs and slides a finger down my wet folds. “I think you want me again, Miss Allen.”
“I always want you,” I murmur. I press back against him harder as he finds my small center of pleasure and circles it tortuously. His hand withdraws and I feel him move away. I’m about to protest, when I hear him rip open a condom.
Drew circles his arm back around me and slips his deft fingers back onto my sex. Needing all of him to erase my fears, I reach back and grasp his cock, pos itioning it to slide inside me.
“Fuck!” I cry as Drew slides into me, stretching me painfully yet it feels amazing at the same time. He continues to torment me with his fingers as he drives into me over and over from behind. Twisting the silky sheets in my fists, I thrust back against him, both of us racing toward that glorious peak.
“God, Sydney, I can’t get enough of you,” Drew rumbles as he takes my earlobe into his mouth and suckles it. As he speaks, my body clenches around his thick shaft, pulsing as pleasure hits every nerve I have. I’m too deep into my own orgasm to understand what he whispers in my ear as he shudders with his own release.
He rolls over and throws the condom over the side of the bed and returns quickly, pulling me around to face him so he can join his mouth with mine. “Go away
He picks me up as if I weigh no more than a feather, sits on the couch and pulls me down onto him forcefully, hissing as he buries his thick cock all the way into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I love the way you feel.”
He encourages me to move, wrapping his hands around my hips and lifting me up and down. I groan as he penetrates deep with each thrust. I grip his wide shoulders and grind down onto his lap and that’s all it takes to send me spiraling into another shattering orgasm, calling out his name as I spasm. Drew drives into me a few more times before loudly finding his own climax moments later.
Breathless, I press my cheek against his damp chest so I can listen to his rapidly beating heart as it slows. He brings his arms around me, pulling me even closer, brushing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
What the hell am I doing?
Bright morning light hits the back of my eyelids, making me want to roll over and cover my head with my pillow. I can’t move though, because Drew’s massive body is wrapped around me.
After our frenzied session on the couch, he carried me upstairs to his bed and we discovered each other again slowly before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Enjoying my rare moment of happiness, I look past the foot of the bed and out the glass that makes up an entire wall of his bedroom. My eyes fix on the top of the Empire State Building, jutting up tall and proud from the surrounding buildings, just like Drew would stand out in a crowd. Usually, the city diminishes my anxiety, but this morning, I see that one building drawing focus from everything around it and stress prickles up my neck.
I don’t want to be the Empire State Building, everyone staring and pointing at it. I want to be in the blind mass of smaller structures, invisible, unexceptional. Can I be with Drew and still be unseen? I choke down my fear and burrow further into Drew’s chest , deeply inhaling his scent. I know that I sleep better with him than I have in a long time. No nightmares, no memories, no waking up in the middle of the night feeling as if my heart is going to explode. He can protect me from that, right?
I feel Drew kiss ing the back of my neck and decide to file my worries for another time along with everything else I refuse to acknowledge. Like hopefully never .
“Good morning,” he breathes as his hands roam over my curves.
“Good morning yourself,” I respond playfully, hoping he doesn’t hear the fear in my voice. Attempting to distract him, I push my backside against his very obvious arousal.
“Is that how it is?” He shifts his hand down between my thighs and slides a finger down my wet folds. “I think you want me again, Miss Allen.”
“I always want you,” I murmur. I press back against him harder as he finds my small center of pleasure and circles it tortuously. His hand withdraws and I feel him move away. I’m about to protest, when I hear him rip open a condom.
Drew circles his arm back around me and slips his deft fingers back onto my sex. Needing all of him to erase my fears, I reach back and grasp his cock, pos itioning it to slide inside me.
“Fuck!” I cry as Drew slides into me, stretching me painfully yet it feels amazing at the same time. He continues to torment me with his fingers as he drives into me over and over from behind. Twisting the silky sheets in my fists, I thrust back against him, both of us racing toward that glorious peak.
“God, Sydney, I can’t get enough of you,” Drew rumbles as he takes my earlobe into his mouth and suckles it. As he speaks, my body clenches around his thick shaft, pulsing as pleasure hits every nerve I have. I’m too deep into my own orgasm to understand what he whispers in my ear as he shudders with his own release.
He rolls over and throws the condom over the side of the bed and returns quickly, pulling me around to face him so he can join his mouth with mine. “Go away
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