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Now his fingers played along my loose bra straps. He met and held my gaze. “Tell me what you like, Zel.”
I licked my lower lip and he growled as his gaze followed the slow trace of my tongue.
“Tell me.”
“Giving head.”
His eyes closed and he released a slow breath. But when he met my gaze again, he surprised me by saying, “That has to wait.”
“Why?”
“I have a rule. No BJs and cock stays wrapped until we’ve both had our junk tested for STDs. I’ll never make anyone sick with my dick, babe.”
“Oh.” I smiled and bit my lip. “I tested clean last month.” My breath hitched on the last word as he eased off my bra. Self-consciousness surged and I fought an overwhelming urge to cover myself with my arms.
He caressed my breasts. “Perfect. You are absolutely perfect.” His tongue found my right nipple and I arched against his mouth. Evidently, noticing my brain’s confusion, my body took control and responded to Drew’s touch on its own.
“What else do you like?” he asked again, his lips drifting up to my jaw, his fingers stroking my hard nipples and sending jolts straight to my crotch.
“Doggie style,” I panted, suddenly very much wanting to feel him inside me.
“Oh, yes, that I can do, but your knees deserve a nice soft mattress.” He set me on my feet then stood, swept me into his arms like a fucking bride, and headed for the stairs.
I panicked again. “I’m too big,” I squeaked.
He just strode across the room and started upward. “Hush, Zelda’s brain. No one wants your opinion.”
I giggled, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and trailed the tip of my tongue over his ear.
“Damn, Brick.” He slowed and squirmed. “Wait ’til I reach the landing. You’re making my knees weak with that tongue.”
In my room, Drew set me on my feet beside the bed, then pulled his gray sweater over his head and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Holy crap, I’d never seen all his tattoos. His torso was covered — chest, back, and both arms. Rocket ships, asteroids, goddesses, and dragons. A triquetra atop a golden chrysanthemum on his ribs, and a sweet little angel holding a blue bird on his right shoulder were the only ones sporting color. The rest were black and gray.
Before I could get distracted by all the glorious ink, he hooked his fingers in my waistband and pulled our hips together. There was no missing his erection. The man was as hard as a rock.
“Time to lose these.” He unzipped my jeans and worked them and my panties off my hips. He helped me step out of them then slowly stood, his hands running up my bare legs, his lips brushing my skin — knee, thigh, hip, belly. He lingered on my breasts, kissing and sucking and making me sigh.
Drew straightened and cradled my face, his green eyes searching mine with tender intensity. “Do you still want this, Zel?”
Fuck, he was handsome andkind. Why had I waited so long to touch this man?
In response to his question, I unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and pushed them off his fine, tight ass. His cock tented his boxer briefs and I freed it from its striped cloth cage. Thick and upstanding as a general, with dark short-and-curlies he kept neatly trimmed.
“That’s one impressive dick, Mr. Katterman,” I murmured.
He smirked. “Thank you.” Off went his jeans and boxers. “What’s really impressive is what I do with it.”
“Oh?” My gaze returned to his as he straightened. “Is that a promise?” I took hold of his cock. Slowly stroking and squeezing, I watched his eyes flutter closed. His skin was silky, but the muscle beneath was hard, his pulse keeping an excited beat beneath my fingers.
“Goddamn, babe, you’re doing me in.” He cupped the nape of my neck and kissed me, fiercely this time, his tongue stroking mine, his lips demanding more. He walked me backwards until my legs bumped the bed. “Turn around,” he said against my mouth.
I let go, faced the bed, and we both climbed atop, our movements in unison, our bodies pressed together. The crinkle of the condom wrapper proved he was a man of his word.
“Wrapped tight and ready to go.” He moved me up toward the pillows and guided my hands to the top of the fabric headboard. “I’m gonna worship every beautiful inch of you, Zelda Gordon.” His hands caressed my shoulders, my ribs, my back and breasts. “Inside and out.” He kissed my spine from nape to tailbone, lingering on the dimples just above my ass. His fingers slipped between my thighs and into my folds. He stroked my clit, sending bolts through my belly and releasing a sigh from me.
Then Drew’s cock nestled against my opening and teased me for a hot minute before sliding inside. He took his time, feeling every inch of me, letting me revel in the delicious stretch as he filled me until he was balls deep. Then, languidly, he withdrew and repeated the stroke.
He groaned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
