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“I just want to be respected, you know? If you want to sleep with me, say it. You can appreciate my works and still want to do the other. It’s okay to be honest about that.”

“That’s fair.”

“I mean, take you for instance. You seem like the type of man who would tell a woman straight out that he wants to sleep with her.”

“I would never tell you that.” A daring smirk danced on my lips.

“Are you trying to say that you don't find me attractive?”

My gaze grew bolder as I surveyed her face and checked out her body without apology. I had been right in my assessment about her shape. She had curvy thighs and hips, an average-sized ass, and roughly a C-cup in her breast size. She was fine, but with an athletic tone.

I reached out and removed her coffee cup from her fingers. The moment our fingers touched and our eyes met, I could see her struggling not to flinch underneath my stare or squirm as I touched her. I linked our fingers, and a familiar heat, like an old friend, rushed between us.

“I’m definitely attracted to you. But trust me, if I take a woman to bed, we won’t be sleeping. I’m only taking a woman to bed to fuck her.”

Her head jerked back slightly, and her nostrils flared.

“Oh. Wow.” This time, she couldn’t help but squirm and flinch as my bold gaze consumed her like fire licking up water.

Coffee after midnight had been a way to settle my thoughts after any successful event. It was the same way after this one. When I showered, ate a smorgasbord of food, and finished with coffee and dessert, I had fallen into a relaxed mode.

Yet, the more we got to know each other and talked about everything and nothing, I wanted a glass of wine, and Drew had accommodated my request. One glass turned into two, and that turned into three. I could say that a few glasses of wine had helped make the choice a bit easier, but nothing could be said about why my brown legs were clasped around his strong sepia-colored back. My fingers were tightly wrapped in his thick curls. His lips pressed hotly against my neck. Every so often when those onyx-looking eyes stared into mine, I detected a little secret dancing there.

Truthfully, it wasn’t wine or coffee that led me into bed with Drew. That decision had been made by sheer desire, but I couldn’t complain because it helped purge thoughts of Tanika and Cassius from my brain. It had been a long time since a man was between my legs; actually, the only man had been Cassius.

Had I been thinking with my heart or brain, instead of my va-jay-jay, Drew wouldn’t be here now; but he was, and he felt oh so good. Digging in and out of me the way that he was, with the sheets lifting and falling with every stroke he served, rendered me speechless. My vocabulary was made up of nothing more than a series of grunts, groans, and cries.

“Mm.” Tender caresses, soft nips of the teeth, squeezes, and light brushes here and there. The stroke of his hand against my thigh sent a shiver through me and caused me to lift it slightly and rub it against his.

The hairiness of his leg against my silken smooth one drove me insane, or was that the lick of his cool tongue against my nipple that created that sensation? Pure pleasure. It was exquisite and such a foreign feeling that I hadn’t experienced in some time. My body, denied of its cravings for a while, greedily lapped up the attention as he fed its hunger.

I didn’t make excuses or apologies for my behavior. I was a grown woman, fully in control of my faculties, and I knew what I wanted: sex with Drew.

My hands caressed his head softly, entangling long, slender fingers into his glossy, smooth curls, encouraging him as he took my breast between his full lips. His long fingers roamed my body, squeezing here and there, finally deciding they wanted to play between my thighs. I generously opened them and allowed him to have his fill.

Stroking me with his fingers, he opened those dark, probing eyes and watched me. I couldn’t control the emotions displayed across the planes of my face. Unable to contain the bliss dancing in my body, I didn’t want him to stop.

And then, as if to send me slightly over the edge, he removed his fingers and exchanged my breast in his mouth for the taste of me on his fingers. Watching him like that, as he slowly licked each fingertip, finding joy in the taste of my nectar on his fingers brought out animalistic tendencies in me.

With a guttural moan, I opened my legs wider, grabbed him by his head, and pushed him down. Drew smirked before going down and slowly licking my lower lips, capturing the juices dripping from me. I was ready to cum, but every time I was ready, he pulled back.

“Don’t edge me, Drew.” I moaned.

“I won’t edge you, if you don’t rush me. A man likes to take his time and enjoy his meal.” His voice was sensual, seductive, and daring.

“I’m not trying to rush you, but I can barely hold on. Oh, God,” I whimpered.

“I’m not a drive-through, fast food type of nigga. I’m a five-star restaurant, captain’s chair type of man when it comes to eating—no matter the meal.”

He rose and covered my lips with his, and I drank in the essence of me. Drew broke the kiss and stared into my eyes before he moved southward again.

“Mmmphh.” I lifted my hips, trying to get him to go deeper, but he wouldn’t be forced. He wanted me to know who was in control. Drew lifted his head slightly, and I saw the reprimand in those hooded eyes of his.

I grabbed the sheets and tried to contain my desire. He gripped my thighs tightly, and I knew I would bruise later. He flattened his tongue against me, making pulsating movements. A shock wave ran through my body followed by a heightened sense of pleasure. Drew covered and consumed me with his mouth; he brought the pleasure I thirsted for since first watching him sample my nectar.

I wildly bucked my hips, not caring what he wanted from me, only capable of what I was doing, giving everything to him. I heard the soft whooshing of the sheets being plucked from the edge of the mattress. My head thrashed violently as if I were possessed, and Drew released a soft chuckle, never stopping. The vibration of his chuckle sent shock waves through my body.

And then, as if what he was doing was not enough, his fingers went to war with his tongue inside of me to see which could drive me insane first. The way that he worked his tongue expertly inside of my pussy while scissoring it at the same time was pure bliss. My soul felt that he was determined to see me expel everything and become nothing before him.