Beth tried to stay calm as Drew parked his car in front of her house and they strolled up the walkway to the front door. She’d been stupid pushing the physical like she had when they needed to talk about things. But they’d been dancing around their attraction for a month. When given the chance, she hadn’t been able to keep her hands to herself.
Which was what had led to her current dilemma. They needed to talk, but doing so with their adrenaline pumping wasn’t smart.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head and opened the door.
When they stepped inside, she started to walk toward the kitchen, but he stopped her. “What’s wrong? And please, don’t tell me it’s nothing. I can see it in your face. Something’s bothering you. Are you having second thoughts?”
Taking a slow, deep breath, she stepped toward him. Without saying a word, she reached up and pulled his head down to hers.
Drew responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.
As she slid her tongue inside his mouth, she felt his body respond. Blood surged through her veins, and she knew there would be no way to have a rational discussion until they released some of the sexual tension that had been building since the night they met.
She took a step back, urging him to follow her. He met her step for step, not releasing his hold on her. It was almost as if he were afraid she’d disappear if he eased up. That was perfectly fine with her. She didn’t want him going anywhere either.
When her knees hit the back of the couch, she pulled away, and lowered herself down. He followed her, not allowing her to get too far away.
Drew hovered over her, his face inches from hers. She turned his head slightly and nipped at his earlobe.
“I seem to recall you promising to make it up to me.”
“What did you have in mind?”
Beth wiggled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. His gaze went directly to her breasts. She wondered if he could tell how hard her nipples were behind the black bra she wore.
Running her hand along his face, she directed his attention away from her chest and back to her face. “I want you to know that I’m clean. I’ve been tested twice since . . . well, since everything happened. I—”
“So am I, Beth.”
She cut off his words by smothering them with another kiss. He began kissing her back in earnest. Her body was pulsing, and all she could think of was what his mouth would feel like in other places.
With that in mind, she leaned against the cushions and arched her back, pushing her breasts against him.
He took the hint and moved his lips down along her neck until he reached her bra-covered breasts. Beth didn’t waste time once he arrived at his destination. She reached behind her to unhook her bra, and with a little maneuvering, it was out of the way without too much effort.
Drew took the removal of her bra as all the invitation he needed, and latched onto one of her nipples. She tangled her fingers into his hair and held him tight to her chest while he licked and sucked.
“Harder,” she demanded.
He did as instructed and drew her flesh further into his mouth. It felt amazing. She’d dreamt of feeling his tongue lave at her tits for weeks.
Ripping his mouth away from her left breast, she guided his attention over to the one on the right. The cool air hit her wet nipple, causing it to stiffen even more. Both of her breasts were aching for his attention, and she needed it from him—now.
He brought his hand up to cup the breast he’d just abandoned, and began massaging it. Every nerve ending in her body was tingling, and her pussy was begging for attention. She just wasn’t sure if she was ready for him to stop playing with her breasts yet. He didn’t show any sign of getting bored or frustrated with his current endeavor, so she decided to let him worship them for a while.
With every tug his lips made, Beth felt herself getting wetter. She scraped her nails along his neck and back, encouraging him. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined what your mouth would feel like?”
Drew groaned, but otherwise made no move to change his position or what he was doing. That was good. She wasn’t ready for him to stop.
Reaching between them, Beth popped the button on her shorts, and lowered the zipper. When Drew realized what she was trying to do, he used his free hand to help her push her shorts down her legs.
Naked, she pressed her pelvis up against his clothed body letting him feel the heat and wetness. His hand gripped her hip and held her against him. “Do you like that?”
He hummed.
She let him dig his fingers into her hip while she ground against him for several minutes. Then, when she couldn’t take it any longer, she pushed his head away and repositioned herself on the couch so she was lying down with one leg bent against the back of the couch and the other spread wide with her foot flat on the floor. She was completely open to him. “I want you to make me come with your tongue.”
Apparently, she didn’t have to ask twice. As soon as the words left her mouth, he was there between her legs. He spread her open further and ran his nose along the inside of her thigh before slowly licking up her slit. Beth knew she was wet, but she hadn’t realized just how wet she was until he reached the top of her cleft and met her gaze. Already his lips were glistening with moisture.
He swirled his tongue around her clit, and her body responded in earnest. The pulsing in her belly began building into a pressure she knew would eventually explode into the most wonderful orgasm.
Cupping his head, she let his tongue work its magic. Beth hadn’t had many lovers, but she’d had a few. The best one at cunnilingus had been Ben. That, however, was after lots of practice. Drew wasn’t as skilled, but he showed great promise. That and he seemed to love having his mouth on her pussy.
As she got closer, she dug her hands into his scalp and began grinding her pussy against Drew’s face. He held tight to her hips, securing himself, and kept licking as if his life depended on it.
Beth felt her orgasm coming and embraced it completely. She tossed her head back and let out a strangled cry.
For a few moments, she felt as if she were floating. It was heavenly.
A gentle pressure drew her attention as she came back down to earth. Drew was still between her legs, his tongue massaging her still swollen flesh. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. “Thank you.”
Only then did he look up and meet her gaze. The entire lower half of his face was covered in her juices. “No, thank you. Just say the word and I’ll do it again.”
Beth grinned. “Good to know.”
Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked down at the erection he had pressing aggressively against his pants.
He followed her gaze.
“That seems to be a habit when I’m around,” she said, smirking.
Drew chuckled. “What can I say? He likes you.”
“Mmm. Well, let’s do something about that, shall we?” She sat up, and he followed suit.
Without giving him time to process what was going on, Beth straddled his lap, took his face between her hands, and drove her tongue into his mouth. Her scent was everywhere. Not only could she taste herself, but she could also smell her heady odor as her nose brushed against the side of his face. She loved that she’d marked him. Whether she liked it or not, she wanted him. Not just his body. She wanted to mark him as hers and watch him lose himself in his submission to her.
He clutched at her hips, holding tight to her ass.
“Do you like my ass?” she asked, having noticed he went for it every chance he got.
“Yes. I love your ass. Then again, I can’t think of any part of you I don’t love. You have a fantastic body.”
She ran a hand down his chest. “Trying to suck up, are you?”
Drew shook his head. “Not at all. I could touch you for hours and it wouldn’t be enough.”
“Yes, well, you’ve done a fair amount of touching tonight. I’d say it’s my turn.”
Scooting back, she took hold of the hem of his shirt and lifted. He leaned forward to make it easier for her to get it up his torso and over his head. Once removed, she threw it over to join her discarded shirt.
She backed herself up further until she could place her feet on the ground. He looked a bit disappointed that she was no longer within his reach, but that would soon be remedied. Placing her hands on his knees, she knelt down in front of him and went for the button of his pants.
It didn’t take long before Drew figured out that the evening’s tryst wasn’t over yet. He helped her shimmy his pants down his hips and legs, and then watched intently as she laid them nearby.
Beth placed her hands on his knees again, and this time she pushed them wide apart. Looking him straight in the eye, she ran her palms up his legs until they were settled on either side of his erection. “I’m going to suck your cock now. You’ll have to let me know if I do better than your hand.”
***
He watched as Beth lowered her mouth to his cock. The anticipation of her lips made it feel as if it were happening in slow motion. When she finally made contact, he sucked in a sharp breath.
She ran her tongue along the slit in the top of his cock, and then along the ridge of its head. Even when she did finally take him into her mouth, it was only the very tip. She seemed perfectly content to take her time.
His palms itched with the want to touch her, but he didn’t know if he should. They hadn’t talked about anything yet. Hell, at the moment he was doing good to think, period.
Beth snaked one hand between them and began playing with his balls. It was just like what she’d had him do when they were talking on the phone. The difference, however, wasn’t lost on him. This time it wasn’t his hand milking his cock. It was her very warm, and very wet, mouth.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he placed one hand on top of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair. She didn’t object, but she did take him in a little farther and scraped her teeth along his length. He got the message loud and clear. Even though it might seem as if she was in a subservient position, she was still in charge. It was crazy how much knowing that turned him on.
Drew closed his eyes as she worked his cock and balls. He didn’t even care as she gradually increased the pressure and the suction. Everything felt right.
She bobbed her head up and down taking him in until he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. He knew he should feel a sense of power knowing all it would take would be a quick thrust of his hips to plunge his erection down her throat, but instead he felt vulnerable. Beth held his cock in her mouth. She could cause him pain or pleasure. It was completely up to her.
He moaned as he felt his orgasm building. “Beth . . .”
She didn’t let up. If anything, she increased her efforts.
Within a few moments, he was no longer able to hold back. “I’m coming. Beth, I’m . . .”
She gave a gentle tug to his balls, and he felt a burst of energy shoot straight up his cock. He groaned as he released into her mouth, letting go of all the pent-up sexual frustration he’d been experiencing since seeing her walk into the club over a month ago.
Beth glanced up at him from her spot between his legs and grinned. “Well?”
He huffed out a laugh. “Oh yeah. Definitely better.”
Pushing herself up onto her feet, she sashayed across the room to get her clothes. Drew’s eyes went right to her behind. He’d had that ass in his hands, and it felt as good as it looked.
She bent over and wiggled her backside. “Enjoying the view?”
“You have no idea. I’ve been trying to picture what you’d look like naked for weeks now.”
Slipping her panties up her long legs, she pulled them over her hips before walking back to where he sat on the couch. She placed one knee on the cushion beside his thigh, and then the other, straddling his lap. Her breasts were inches from his face before she lowered herself down onto his legs. Drew couldn’t help himself. His hands went immediately to grab that perfect ass of hers.
She grinned and leaned in to brush her lips against his.
He pulled her to him, enjoying the closeness. It was strange. In some ways he already felt closer to Beth than he had his last girlfriend. He attributed that to the fact that he didn’t have to try to hide what he liked, or at least that he preferred the submissive side of things. Being able to let go and know that she would lead was liberating and arousing at the same time.
“We should get dressed,” she whispered. “We have things to talk about.”
Drew wasn’t quite ready to let her go. “Why can’t we talk like this?”
Beth chuckled and sat up. “As appealing as that sounds, we do need to talk about our lists and doing so when we’re in a sexualized state isn’t wise. Being aroused alters your thought processes. We both need to be thinking rationally.”
As much as he hated to admit it, what she said made sense. When she’d had her mouth on his cock earlier, he would have agreed to just about anything.
He let his hands drop to the couch, releasing his hold on her. Beth ran a hand down the side of his face and placed one last kiss on his lips before backing off his lap and standing up. She went back to gathering her clothes and getting dressed. He reluctantly did the same.
Once they were fully clothed again, he followed her into her kitchen.
“Have a seat, and I’ll get us both some water,” she said.
Drew pulled out a chair and took a seat. While she busied herself getting their drinks, he realized that not once had he pondered what the inside of Beth’s house would look like. All his dreams about Beth had revolved solely around her and maybe a single piece of furniture such as a bed or a couch . . . or even a table. And even now, as he sat in the middle of it, he was trying to mesh what he was seeing with the woman he’d gotten to know over the last month.
She set a glass of ice water in front of him, and sat down on the opposite side o the table. “You seem to be thinking hard about something.”
He took a drink and shook his head. “Just looking around. Your house is very . . .”
“Normal?” she offered.
While that wasn’t exactly what he’d been trying to say, he supposed it was as good a word as any. “I guess you could say that. It doesn’t look that much different from my mom’s. She has a similar setup. The table is even in the same location.”
“Ah. I thought maybe you were thinking I’d have floggers on the wall for decoration or something.”
Her tone was lighthearted, joking, and he found himself smiling at how relaxed he was with her. “Not exactly. Although I am curious. I mean, you did say you played in your house, right?”
She took a sip of her water before answering. “I keep a chest in my bedroom with the majority of my toys. Most are portable, though.”
There was that glint in her eye again. He was feeling himself becoming worked up again despite the distance between them. “That’s . . . good.”
Beth stood and strolled over to the refrigerator. She poked her head inside and returned to the table with a container of fruit and cheese. “We might as well have a snack while we talk.”
He swallowed and nodded. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was a little on edge.
“Did you bring your list with you?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s out in the car.” He should have thought to bring it in with him, but he’d been distracted at the time. The only thing he’d been able to think about the entire way back to her house was how long he’d have to wait before he would get to touch her.
“Why don’t you go get it? I’ll grab mine, and we can sit here and go over everything.”
She smiled down at him, and then walked out of the room, leaving him sitting at the table. He wondered if it was intentional.
Taking a huge gulp of his water, he placed the empty glass back on the table and stood. This was what he wanted. Now all he had to do was hope he didn’t chicken out when they both laid all their cards out on the table.