Page 20 of The Stolen Dagger
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KATHERINE
“ T he next time you come,” Drew licked my arousal from his glistening lips, “it’ll be around my cock.”
My body quivered at his dirty words.
Fuck. Me.
Drew chuckled. “Oh, I plan to.”
Shit. Did I say that out loud?
I had never known dirty talk could be such a turn on. Until Drew.
He knew just what to say to get me all hot and bothered. It was like he had peered into my mind and saw all the dirty thoughts I was too embarrassed to say aloud.
Quickly, Drew picked me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing and walked us through the apartment.
With each step, I was all too aware of his hot skin against mine. My hardened nipples pressed against his chest and my bare pussy was flush with his abs.
I moaned at the contact, still so desperate for release.
“I know, baby, I know,” Drew murmured in my ear as he walked us into his bedroom. “I need you, too. I need you so much I might combust if I waste one more second not buried deep inside your sweet pussy.”
He made quick work of lying me on the bed before he reached over to the nightstand, retrieved a condom, and sheathed it on his hard cock. Then he gripped the base of himself and paused above me with one hand on the bed beside my head.
“Are you sure?” Drew’s eyes were full of heat as he notched the head of his cock at my entrance, teasing me.
“Yes!” I moaned loudly as he swiped his cock up and down, coating himself in my arousal. “Yes, yes, I’m sure. More than anything. Just fuck me already.”
Drew chuckled, a ctually chuckled, and then slowly slid inside.
We both gasped, staring into each other’s eyes and he pushed in a little more. Too overwhelmed by the feel of him, I threw my head back and gripped the sheets at my sides as he filled me.
“Goddamn,” Drew moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
When he seated himself fully inside me, he paused, giving me time to adjust, but I didn’t want or need time to adjust. I just wanted him. And I wanted it hard.
I shifted my hips impatiently, fucking myself on his dick. The sensation was mind-numbing as his hard cock rubbed against my walls.
Drew growled and asked huskily, “Are you that desperate for me, darlin’?”
God, yes, I am . Because he felt amazing, and I needed more.
I was burning for it. For him.
“Please, Drew.” I reached for him, trying to pull him closer to me. “I need more. Please. ”
“Well, since you asked so prettily,” Drew said, eyes sparkling, and then he moved inside me.
My fingers tangled into his hair as his head hung over me, looking down at where we were joined.
His thrusts were slow and steady and deep. He reached places that made my eyes flutter shut on a moan.
“Uh-uh,” Drew chided in a low voice. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me, darlin’. I want you to see and know exactly who’s fucking you—who’s making you feel this kind of pleasure. The kind only I can give you.”
It was almost a chore to keep my eyes open, but I managed it for him. I stared right into Drew’s green eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire.
The moment was so intimate, it made tears swell in my own eyes. I’d never felt this way for anyone before. Drew brought out feelings inside me I couldn’t even name. It was overwhelming, yet when I looked into his eyes, it all felt right.
“That’s right, darlin’,” Drew cooed. “I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. You were made for me. Mine.”
Just when I thought I was getting used to the feel of him, his hips jerked at a new angle, and I gasped as he thrust inside me with renewed vigor. The familiar tingles of my impending orgasm grew stronger and stronger.
“I—I’m about to—” I could barely form words as my hands dropped from his hair, down his neck, and to the hard planes of his shoulders.
Drew groaned, planting kisses on the side of my mouth, cheek, and finally to my ear.
“Come for me, Katherine,” he whispered. “Come all over my cock.”
That was all the encouragement I needed before I fell over the edge. Shocks of pleasure racked through my body as I screamed my release, burying my face into the curve of Drew’s neck.
His strokes turned lazy then, and I arched into him, making his chest flush with mine. I felt him throb inside me just before he groaned into my hair as he came.
Breathless and still coming down from our pleasure, Drew collapsed on top of my slick body.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Drew said, still inside me, and pressed gentle kisses along my temple and cheek.
Before I could respond, he pressed his mouth to mine in a final kiss before he pulled out of me.
I shivered at the loss of his fullness as he stood from the bed. I must have voiced my displeasure because Drew whispered, “I’ll be right back, baby.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, discarded the used condom, and came back with a warm, wet washrag.
I eyed him curiously but remained silent as he gently wiped up the mess between my legs. The action almost brought me to tears.
No one had ever cared for me like this. No one had ever made sure my needs came before their own. In such a vulnerable moment, my love for Drew grew even more.
Wait, love? Is that what this tightness in my chest was? This unbearable desire to wrap myself up in him and never let go?
I shook off the thought, not wanting to focus on those questions and instead decided to relish in this moment with him.
Quickly discarding the wet rag, Drew climbed back into bed, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his side.
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Drew asked after a few moments of silence. There was a concerned edge to his voice that rumbled in his chest .
“No,” I smiled against him. “You were perfect.”
Drew placed a kiss on the top of my head. “So were you.”
I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart when a thought came to mind.
“Next time,” I whispered, swirling my fingers through the sprinkle of hair on his chest, “I want to be on top.”
Drew chuckled, and the sound wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “You can be anywhere you want as far as my dick is involved.”
We both chuckled before slowly falling asleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.