I know she’s distracting me from something she doesn’t want to talk about, and I want to circle back to it, but I’m not strong enough to resist what she’s offering. She’ll tell me about her dance class when she’s ready. In the meantime, she’s gliding her hand along my shaft and then rolling her thumb over the head of my dick, and I can’t help my body’s reaction. I thrust right into her hand, needing the friction.
Instead of giving me what I want, she slides her hands along my abdomen, her fingertips dipping between my sweatpants and the elastic band of my boxers. And then, she’s pushing my sweatpants down my hips and pulling them along my thighs. At my knees, she lets the material drop to my feet and stands back up, letting her entire body rub along mine until she snakes her arms around my neck.
“Have you forgotten why I asked you to take my pants off?” I ask as I reach up and slide my fingers along her cheeks, catching her long dark hair and tucking it behind both ears so I can see her whole face.
“Uhh…” She pauses and looks a little confused. “Kind of.”
I take a small step back from her and glance down. She follows my gaze. “I want you to see exactly what you do to me. The other night on the phone, you completely rocked my world. Since then, I’ve taken two showers a day so I can jerk myself off and get rid of the constant hard-on every time I think of you. Every part of you,” I tell her, looking into her eyes, “is flawless. Especially the parts you don’t like.” I reach out, making contact with her rib cage below her breasts and running my hands along the soft skin of her abdomen. It’s not that I don’t see the thin silvery stretch marks there, it’s that they represent how she carried our child. They’re evidence of her strength, and I want to trail kisses over each one to thank her for bringing Graham into this world when I was too immature to be there with her.
Then I pull at the tiny straps that rest across her hips, sliding her thong down her legs. She lifts each foot to step out of the underwear, and then I’m lifting one of her legs over my shoulder and holding her hips back against the wall behind her.
“You seem to like being on your knees for me,” she says, looking down at me.
“I’ll get on my knees for you whenever and wherever you want. I swear I spend half of every day thinking about how much I adore this pussy.” I use my thumbs to spread her lips, baring her to me. Leaning forward, I run my tongue along her entire seam. “You taste…like heaven.”
She laughs, and the husky sound spurs me on. “It’s true,” I tell her, glancing up before reaching my tongue forward and gliding it over the sensitive ball of nerves. She moans and presses her back into the wall, but her eyes are still locked on mine as I run one of my fingers along her seam, which is dripping with need. She groans out, “Yes,” and drives her hips down toward my finger.
I’m happy to oblige, and I relish the silky feel of her as I imagine what it would feel like to slide into her bare. God, I’ve never wanted that with anyone else—never been willing to take that risk—but for Audrey, I feel like I’d risk anything. Maybe even everything.
“I feel so out of control around you,” I say as I look up at her from my knees. “I want you so badly, I can’t even see straight. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“Drew!” she gasps, my name punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as I add a second finger and drive in deep. I curve my fingers forward, sliding them against her inner walls—I know I’ve found the right spot when she starts moving her hips in tune with my fingers. I love watching her, but I’ll love making her scream my name even more, so I lean in and lap my tongue flat against her clit. The mewling sound that tears from her lips at that contact sends longing through my entire body, so that I have one singular thought: I need to be inside her.
I use my free hand to pull off my boxers, letting them drop down to my knees, and then I grip my aching cock, sliding my hand up and down and wanting it to be Audrey touching me. I can tell she’s close by the short, panting breaths that punctuate the otherwise silent room, and I desperately want to hear the sound of her pleasure. When my lips circle her clit, enclosing it so I can suck gently, her mouth falls open.
“Oh my God,” she says, repeating it over and over until finally she half-screams, “Yes! Drew, yes!”
Her eyes are screwed tightly shut as she rides out the waves of pleasure, and I don’t stop stroking her until I can feel every last trace of her orgasm pass. She starts to slide down the wall, as though her legs can’t hold her up anymore, but I catch her waist as I stand, lifting her and pinning her between my upper body and the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I can feel her hook her feet together behind me as my hands cup her ass.
“You want to know the only thing that would be better than hearing my name roll off your lips?”
Her eyes are still closed, her lips parting as she tries to catch her breath. “Sure.”
I lean my head down to trace the shell of her ear with my nose. “Hearing my name roll off your lips while you’re coming all over my cock.”
A full-body shudder moves through her, then she eyes me lazily. “Agreed.”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I say. I don’t want to assume that just because I can’t wait to be inside her, that’s what she wants at this moment, too.
“I want you inside me.”
“Do you want me to get a condom?”
“Are you clean?” she asks, already tilting her hips up so her wet seam slides along my raging hard dick.
“Yep, I’ve never done this with anyone else, and I was just tested before training camp. You?”
“Same.” She rubs herself along me again. “Plus, I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask, praying that she says yes, but willing to stop if she’s uncertain.
“Drew,” she pants, “fucking get inside me now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I hold her hips and line myself up with her entrance. And as I slide into her, stretching her fully, I lean forward and our mouths crash together. This is no gentle kiss, it’s the longing we’ve both felt for days coming to fruition. The sliding of her tongue against mine, the growl that rattles around in my throat, the way her breasts press against my chest as her pussy swallows me until I’m seated fully inside her, it feels like I’m being given a surprise gift.
And then I’m lost to the feeling, the emotions, as our bodies meet over and over. The way her ass flexes in my hands, the feel of her nails digging into my shoulders, the way her breasts bounce every time I enter her fully, the way her eyes roll back and her lips part when I hit deep inside her, the way her teeth sink into her lower lip.
I wrap one arm under her hips and push her back into the wall for leverage so I can use my other hand to pull the sheer lace of her bra down on both sides. The way the fabric cups her breasts from beneath, pushing them together, has my balls tightening. I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it hard enough that she gasps, and then using my tongue to roll over her nipple gently, soothing it. But the contact also seems to stoke something inside her, because she slams her hips into me faster and harder than before.
“You like this?”
“Fuck yes,” she says, and I love seeing this uninhibited side of her. She’s all-business at work, and in total mom mode whenever Graham is around, so I feel like I’m seeing a whole other aspect of her personality that few other people have ever seen. I love how in touch she is with what she wants and needs.
I latch my mouth onto her other breast, and her hips thrust erratically. Moving my other hand back down, I hold her on both sides where her thighs meet her ass, and I slam into her until she’s chanting “Yes!” repeatedly.
She clenches around me tightly, and the tingling starts at the base of my spine. I need her to come now, so that I don’t finish before she does. I lift my head and look at her, at the way her cheeks are rosy and her lips are swollen and her eyes are glassy.
I lean back a bit so my upper body doesn’t block her view. “Look at how beautiful you look, taking my cock so well,” I say, my voice insistent as she looks down to where I’m entering her. “Now I want to feel you come like a good girl.”
The groan that leaves her mouth is part pain, part pleasure. “I can’t just come on demand—”
I swallow her protests with a kiss as my entire body presses hers against the wall, our chests scraping against each other and my body rubbing against her clit as I hold her hips in place and rail her into the wall. And in less time than it takes me to realize this is by far the best sex I’ve ever had with anyone, she’s coming on my cock, her muscles squeezing me rhythmically so that there’s no way I could hold back even if I wanted to. And as I pour everything I have into her, into this moment, I’m left absolutely dumbfounded. Because Audrey is everything I didn’t know I wanted, and I’m not sure I can live without her now she’s back in my life.
