I left the mall in a good mood and desperate to try out my new purchases.
When I got home, I immediately headed for my room and started unpacking my bags from the mall. I hung the dress I was planning on wearing to Fallon’s wedding in the closet and paused when I pulled out the lingerie I had purchased.
I stripped off my clothes and replaced them with the dress. When I looked in the mirror, it lit my whole body on fire. I looked good; more than that, Ifeltgood. I felt sexy and could not wait to wear it for Drea. I just hoped she thought I looked as good as I did.
Thinking of wearing this for Drea, I could almost feel her fingers on my skin as she slowly slipped it off my shoulders, watching it fall to the floor. I closed my eyes and let my hands roam over my body, wishing they were her hands instead. I snaked them up my chest and to the back of my neck slowly, taking my time and exploring myself.
I had masturbated a handful of times since meeting Drea, but this somehow felt different. It felt tender and loving, like I was cherishing every moment.
After my hands found my breasts and I began to squeeze and tug them with more pressure the more turned on I got, I slowly trailed one hand down past my stomach and in between my legs.
I didn’t want to use any toys this time. I wanted the feeling of skin on skin, even if it wasn’t the skin of the person I craved more than anything.
After feeling my own wetness coating my fingers from just a few gentle strokes, I decided to make myself comfortable on the bed. I didn’t lie down right away. Being at the mall and trying new things, I wanted to try a different position, so I put my forehead on my pillow and got on my hands and knees.
I’d never tried this position alone, but if I’ve learned anything from exploring my sex life with Drea, I really loved the filthy way I felt from getting fucked with anything from behind. Maybe that was just with her, but I was about to find out.
I put one hand above my head, gripping the pillow, and the other sliding down my neck and back to my breasts. I flicked and tugged on my nipple until a burst of pleasure shot straight to my core. I loved touching myself and feeling my reactions. I knew my body well, and I knew the right buttons to push, but I wasn’t the only one.
From our very first time together, Drea seemed to know all the right things to get me to combust almost instantly. She knew the right things to say and the right outfits to wear. She knew how to hit the right spots with her tongue or fingers to have me whimpering and begging for more.
As I started to insert two fingers deep inside, I cried out from the sensation. I was so wet, and they went in with little to no friction. Thinking about Drea always got me so hot, but it also warmed something in my chest.
I wasn’t just falling in love with her; I was already there. It was crazy to think about where we were in our lives just a few months ago. I hated her, God, did I hate her! Anytime Cara mentioned her name, I would tense up and force myself not to go on a rant on how much I truly despised that woman!
Seeing her at our first meeting after not seeing her for a long time triggered some of the old anger, but it also brought out some new feelings. On the outside, she didn’t look any different, not really. But something about her energy drew me to her. It was like I was blinded by my anger for so long I didn’t give myself a chance to really see her.
Something about her looked different. Maybe it was the way she looked at me, like it was the first time she truly saw me. Whatever was going on in our lives that caused us to see things differently I was beyond thankful for because it brought us to this point in our lives, together.
I moved my body up and down on my fingers as I thrusted harder and harder inside. “Fuck! Oh, yes!”
I was so close to coming I could feel it in my teeth. My muscles were tensing, and that familiar spark of pleasure was building in my lower stomach.
I slowly took my fingers out and coated my clit in my arousal. A few strokes had me screaming Drea’s name and coming all over my sheets.
“Shit!” I breathed out as I collapsed on the bed with a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Drea
“Okay, what is going on?”Cara looked back and forth between me and Blair with a concerned expression on her face.
We were sitting at Brewed Awakening, having our weekly book signing meeting. Since it was getting closer, we met more often.
This morning, I’d left Blair’s before Cara was supposed to pick her up, but not without a struggle. I was not ready to say goodbye, and I had to show her exactly what she was going to be missing.
“What are you talking about?” I asked Cara. We were trying not to give anything away, but I guess we weren’t trying very hard, because she was looking back and forth between the two of us, trying desperately to pick up on something she shouldn’t have been, and it was making me force myself not to fidget.
It was a struggle to sit there with Blair and not think about what we had been doing hours before this meeting with Cara. I wanted to slide my foot up and down her bare leg. I was starting to regret our decision not to sit next to each other, but there would’ve been no way I could’ve kept my hands to myself if she was centimeters away from me.
She gestured between the two of us. “I mean this. You two, right here. You’re being nice to each other and no one is yelling. What is happening?”
I laughed.“You wanted us to be professional and get along, so that’s what we’re doing.”
“Well, stop it. I don’t like it. It’s freaking me out.”
Blair laughed, and my chest warmed at the sound. I would never tire of hearing any sound she made. “Relax, Cara. We’re putting our personal differences aside to get this project done, just like you asked us to.”
