Page 11 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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What are you Waiting for?

Ronnie

N ow, I know what you’re thinking…

Ronnie, you don’t even know this guy. Why are you going to sleep with him?

Look, this is not my first rodeo with meeting a guy and seeing where the night takes us.

After certain events in my life, I’ve learned that life is indeed short.

I’m going to spend my brief time enjoying all of the experiences that I can.

Sometimes, those experiences occur out of the confines of pants.

But Ronnie, you’re going to take him back to your house?

I’d feel way better taking him back to my house rather than going to his. I’m a woman who travels the world, most of the time by herself. Not only am I trained in self-defense, but I also have assorted weapons scattered throughout my home.

My point is that I’m not worried. All I can think about right now is Drew and all the sparks that flew when we kissed. I tend to be a woman who leads by how she feels. And his kiss gave me the tingles absolutely everywhere.

Hopefully, that’s a good sign.

“You okay?” Drew asks me from the driver’s seat. “If you want to call this off, you just say the word.”

Well, that IS a good sign.

I also take it as a good sign that he’s friends with Jack. Jack is one of the best men that I know.

“Not a chance,” I tell him. “I’m good. Just thinking this drive is taking forever.” I give him a wink to let him know I’m just being silly. The drive from the town square to my new home is just about five minutes.

I didn’t drive to the wedding, so I opted to drive with Drew back home. It’s faster than walking.

“Turn right here,” I tell him, and he does as I direct. “Where about do you live?”

“I got a little place over off Oak.”

I direct him a couple more times until we are pulling into my driveway.

We get out of his pickup truck and head for the front door.

As I’m unlocking it, he says, “Do you know how great your ass looks in that dress?”

The corners of my lips pull into a smile. “Nope. I think you better show me.”

Once we are inside, I toss down my keys and walk through the open living room to the kitchen.

I open a cabinet and look inside. “Do you want anything? Something to drink? I hope you’re not hungry. I don’t have much food.”

I feel him walk behind me. In a split second, he spins me around so that we are facing each other. As I look up at him, he takes his thumb and rubs it over my bottom lip.

“Oh, I’m hungry,” he says before lifting me under my ass and setting me on the counter. “But food isn’t what I’m in the mood to eat.”

His words give me even more tingles below the waist.

With his fingers, he angles my chin toward him, making it easier to press his lips to mine. I try to take things slow—you know, enjoy the moment and tease him a little. But the way his tongue is dancing with mine makes me anxious to see what else it can do.

My hands fist in the fabric of his shirt in a desperate attempt to pull him closer.

Wanting more contact, I quickly undo the buttons on his shirt while we continue to kiss.

I untuck his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

He wears a ribbed tank top that looks small compared to his broad chest and wide shoulders.

And the tattoos.

Oh lord, the tattoos. I’ve always been a sucker for an inked man. I only have one tat. It’s a rose right at the top of my right butt cheek. It’s what happens when I get drunk with my brother’s girlfriend who happens to be a tattoo artist.

As my fingers roam along the muscled skin, his hands grab either side of my face, holding me still while his kiss melts me into a puddle.

My hands move over his chest and down his stomach until I get to the bulge in his pants.

A loud groan rumbles deep from his chest as I squeeze his cock through the thin material.

As much as I love sitting here making out, my vagina is begging for more attention.

I break the kiss and breathlessly ask, “Bedroom?”

He doesn’t respond with words but instead steps back and holds out his hands to help me off the counter. As we walk to my room, I sway my hips a little more than normal, knowing he’s watching my ass.

When we are through the door, I stop to quickly kick off my shoes. I feel Drew’s fingertips trailing across the skin on my shoulders.

Gathering my hair in one hand, I drag it out of his way.

“Unzip me?” I ask.

Slowly, he pulls it down, exposing my back. About halfway down, the zipper gets stuck. He wiggles and fights with it a minute before asking, “How attached are you to this dress?”

“I’m never going to wear it again.”

That’s all that he needs to grab either side of the fabric and rip it right down the middle.

Why is that so hot?

I pull the small straps down my arms so that I can shimmy out of the dress and let it fall to the floor.

I stand in nothing more than my strapless bra and thong.

Drew’s hands rub the globes of my backside. “Damn, woman. This ass is fucking perfect.”

When he unclasps my bra and turns me around to get the full view, he adds, “Scratch that. Everything about you is fucking perfect.”

“What do you want to do to me?” I ask.

“Everything. Absolutely everything.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look up at him. “What are you waiting for?”

“Lie down,” he commands.

I crawl onto the big comfortable bed and lie on my back.

He looks at me with so much fire in his eyes I feel like I could combust at any moment. I’ve had a lot of men look at me like they find me sexy. Their dicks get hard, and suddenly, I’m all they can see. But with Drew, it seems different. I not only feel sexy when he looks at me, but beautiful too.

Maybe I’m just imagining it just because I’m horny.

As he moves to join me on the bed, I lift my butt so that I can take my thong off. When I’m completely naked, I let my knees fall open. The cool air tickles my wet pussy, sending shivers up my spine.

I reach down to touch my clit as I very impatiently wait for him to get his shoes off. I appreciate him not wanting to wear them on my bed, but come on. I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.

Finally, he moves up the bed, and hovers above me to kiss me before moving down to focus on my breasts. I’m not lacking in boob department. They’re not perfect or entirely perky anymore, but they’re more than a handful.

And tremendously sensitive.

So, when Drew’s tongue starts licking the stiff peaks of my nipples, my pussy pulses. He alternates between the two, making sure each of them gets equal attention.

It’s driving me crazy. If he does it long enough, I could probably come from this alone.

But I want more.

I start to wiggle my hips, lifting them toward him and hoping to God he gets the message.

It only takes a few seconds for him to get it. As he moves lower, I have no idea what he has planned. He talked about going down on me, but right now, I’ll take it any way he wants to give it.

Usually, I’m a bit more patient and methodical, but not now. All of our flirting and buildup has made me ready to explode.

Drew settles between my thighs. Pushing my pussy lips apart, he says, “Fuck, woman. Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”

He presses a single kiss to my thigh before his tongue gets to work.

Unlike my last encounter with a man who couldn’t find a clit to save his life, Drew has no trouble. His tongue moves from licking slow small circles to flicking against it. He gauges my reactions and gives me more of what I like the most.

It feels incredible.

“Drew,” I moan, stretching out his name as I get lost in the moment.

When he gently sucks it into his mouth and massages it with his tongue, I about come unglued.

My hands search for something—anything—to hold onto. I settle on tweaking my nipples between my fingers, adding to the pleasure I’m feeling.

I feel myself ambling rapidly toward an orgasm. I’m right on the cusp, needing just a little more to find sweet release.

“Go up just a little bit,” I instruct. “Right there. That’s the spot. Just a little faster. Holy shit, Drew. Just like that. Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t.

He does exactly what I need him to do. Heat floods my limbs, starting in my core and moving outward. My hands grip onto the back of Drew’s head, holding him in place while I come into his mouth.

His tongue slows, giving me a few more soft licks to gently bring me down. I’m sensitive and in a complete state of euphoria, but we are just getting started.

I grab the hem of his tank top and lift him so that he’s looking at me. “Now, that is how you eat a pussy,” I tell him.

He lets out a small laugh before I lean forward and kiss him. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, tasting myself.

With a smile, I say, “My turn. Take off your pants.”

He stands up to do it, and instead of waiting for him to return, I go to him. My hands take over and unbuckle his belt and pants. I stare into his eyes as I yank them down along with his boxers.

His hard cock bobs for a second before standing at attention. I take it in my hand and give it a few strokes before I sink to my knees. With it right in front of my face, I can now get a good look at it.

Damn, it’s a thing of beauty. It’s not super long–probably would be considered an average length. But it’s thick—just as wide at the base as it is at the head.

I don’t need something giant. If it’s as big as my arm, it’s not going to fit in my vagina.

And really, where’s the fun in that?

As I stare up at him, I use my tongue to gently run along his balls before getting to the main event. His eyes stay glued to me as I tease him a little more. Slowly, I open my mouth and suck him inside, taking him as far as I can.

“God damn, girl,” he groans while enjoying the moment.

I keep my movements slow and deliberate to ensure he’s able to feel it all. As I take him down my throat, I lick the underside of his length, and as I pull him out, I focus on the head.

His fingers push into my hair, holding the back of my head but still allowing me full control. It’s only when I increase my tempo the slightest bit that he tugs a little to pull me off him.

“Beautiful, as much as I love the way your mouth feels, I need to feel that pussy.”

Don’t have to ask me twice.