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I took her mouth again, and then groaned in partial disappointment and partial excitement as she moved her hands to my neck and wrapped a leg around me. I lifted her up and both legs went around my waist.
"Bedroom," she whispered against my lips.
I did not need to be told twice.
I laid Drea gently down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her, and to let myself enjoy the fact that I was about to have her, to feel her surrounding me, to hear what amazing sounds she made when I made her come.
Her eyes were glossy and heavy-lidded, and her lips were red and swollen. Pride filled me. I did that.
I reached for the button on her jeans, checking her face for any sign of hesitation, and then slid them from her body, leaving her panties in place. And then I settled myself between her legs, pressing them wide with my shoulders until her heels were hooked against my back. And then I dipped my head and kissed her—along each soft thigh, across the silky fabric of her panties, and finally, with the fabric still between us, I took one long languorous lick straight up her center.
Drea moaned, and her hands went into my hair.
I pushed the fabric aside and began to work, lapping and teasing, my fingers pressing and circling her sensitive nub until her legs began to shake against me and her hands were pulling my hair and pushing my head where she needed me to go.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Rock, don't stop. Please..." she didn't finish whatever incredible plea she was going to make, because her orgasm overtook her then, and I felt it in every nerve of my own body as she spasmed and writhed against my mouth and hands.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
"Come here," she whispered, and I climbed her perfect body, holding myself over her.
"Shirt off," she demanded after kissing me long and slow. I rolled to one side and complied.
"These too," she said, pointing at my shorts. A moment later, I was fully naked, lying next to her as her breath returned to normal.
And then she moved, covering me with her body as she kissed me. My hands found the hem of her shirt and then the clasp of her bra, and the sight of Drea's incredible breasts nearly made me come.
"You're fucking perfect," I told her. I meant it. She had curves for days, enough for me to explore and fill my hands and my mind. She was solid enough I didn't worry I would hurt her, and so fucking feminine it was hard not to accelerate this entire encounter just so I could feel what it was like to be inside her.
She slid down my body, her hands taking me in a firm grip just before her hot little mouth enveloped my tip and nearly sent me over the edge.
"Oh, fuck," I managed.
And then Drea began a rhythm of sucking, pulling, and licking that stole my grasp of the English language. I became sensation only, and could only avoid letting go completely by pulling her physically off my cock and up my body.
"Not good?" she asked, lying on top of me again.
"Too fucking good," I told her. "I want to feel you. Is that okay?"
She rolled off and opened a drawer, resuming her place with a plastic packet in her hand.
I let Drea roll the condom down my length, loving every second of watching her touch me, seeing the way her breasts moved as she did. So fucking sexy.
And then she moved over me again, and my hands found her hips. She lowered herself bit by bit down my length and I gritted my teeth against the desire to pound upwards, to take her, to have this perfect girl in every way possible.
Finally, she was seated and she began to move, undulating those incredible hips in a way that had me gasping for breath. The movement morphed into a steady rhythm, and as she tossed her head back and rode me, I gave into the need to pump, to thrust, to take her rhythm and return it. And moments later, Drea cried out again, surprising me.
Her second orgasm, speared on my cock as I hovered on the edge of ecstasy myself, was so hot, I gave in. And as she finished, I began, and the sensations that rocketed through me were more powerful than anything I'd ever felt before. I saw stars, I might have passed out for a second.
"Holy shit," I managed, as Drea crumpled on top of me. I stroked her back, let my hands tangle in the long strands of dark hair that had escaped her bun.
"Yeah," she said. And then after a minute, she sat up, sniffing. "Did you cook again?"
I nodded. "And I cleaned the kitchen too."
"Oh. For a second I thought you made me dinner." She laughed as if this was the craziest idea in the world.
"I did," I told her, earning me a surprised smile. "Let's go eat."
