She let out a small laugh. “Are you sure? I know we’ve never done it before, and I?—”
“Blair?” I cut off her hesitation with a crook of my finger. “Get up here.”
She still hesitated, but I let her gather herself before she eventually made her way up to me.
When she turned around and settled herself in between my legs, her ass bare to me, I wanted to cry. I loved every part of her, and I was going to enjoy every second of this.
“Are you ready, baby?” I asked, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.
She nodded, and when I felt the first swipe of her tongue on me, my eyes rolled back. Fucking shit! I hadn’t been touched like that in so long I didn’t think I’d be able to take my time with her like I wanted. I wanted to fucking devour her. To show her just how much I needed her. How much I craved her.
I opened my legs further for her and grabbed her hips, preparing to have my way with her.
“Fuck,” she moaned when I licked her clit before gently sucking it.
“Shit, baby. That feels incredible.” I couldn’t describe how it felt. Devouring her perfect pussy while a similar sensation was happening to me? I didn’t know why we hadn’t done this before, but I wanted to only be doing it for the rest of my life.
She moaned when I inserted my tongue inside her. I want to drink up every drop she could give me. She tasted sweet and so fucking mine.
No matter what I told myself, shewasmine, and every part of me belonged to her. She could do whatever she wanted to me as long as she didn’t break my heart. I had no intention of breaking hers, but I’d seen what could happen when someone claimed to love you and wanted to guard your heart forever. It never worked out.
I was scared. Hell, I was terrified, but you couldn’t choose who your heart wanted, and all I could do now was just go along for the ride and hope we wouldn’t crash. That would all be a problem for future Drea, because present Drea was getting her shit rocked by the most perfect woman to exist.
When she pushed two fingers inside me, I moaned into her, ready to come apart.
This scene would’ve played in my memory for years to come. She was breaking down every defense I’d ever had until I was completely surrounded by her and her alone.
I was seconds away from coming, and I didn’t know if it was from the feeling of her tongue and fingers on me, or from the taste of her and the feel of her from behind. It was probably a mixture of the two, but it didn’t matter. As long as I could taste her when she came.
She came first, but I wasn’t too far behind. I held on to her, desperate not to miss a single second of her orgasm.
“Fuck, Blair,” I groaned as my orgasm hit just as hard. “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t fucking stop.” I loved the reaction she always gave when I squirted for her. It didn’t happen all the time, but when it did, she loved it.
Eventually, and against my protests, she came up for air and tumbled off me and onto the bed, trying to catch her breath. She was so beautiful in that moment. Freshly fucked and thoroughly satiated had never looked so good on another person.
It still blew my mind that she chose me. That even knowing everything about me and my past, about my fucked-up family and my views on relationships, she still chose to give me a chance, to give whatever this was a chance. I didn’t know how I could’ve ever repaid her for that gift. It was a gift I didn’t know I needed, and one I would cherish.
“Holy shit. I can’t… I just… shit!”
I chuckled and kissed her forehead. “My thoughts exactly, love.”
She looked up at me and held my face, giving me a soft smile. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I frowned at her. “You’re thanking me? I should be thanking you. You’re definitely getting a gift basket tomorrow. That was fucking incredible.”In a quieter voice, I added, “Youare incredible.”
I wanted to say so much more, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t strong enough to admit out loud how much of me she had. How much more I wanted to give her. I wanted to give her everything.
She blushed, and I had no choice but to kiss her again. When she bit my lip and her hands traveled to trace circles around my nipples, I knew our time for conversation was over.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Blair
Screwed. I was completely screwed.There was no other way to put it. I was so in love with Drea. There was nothing else to call it, and I couldn’t tell her.
I was too scared she wouldn’t feel the same way. That was not how Drea lived her life. She didn’t settle down with one person. Even in her last relationship, she couldn't commit. She loved, but she couldn’t be in love. I knew she cared for me, but how deep did that run?
I didn’t want to think about it anymore, so I slipped out of bed before I got too comfortable and let the words slip out.
