I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct, the friction sending sparks through my veins. Drew broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, "You are so beautiful," before his lips found my neck. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he marked the tender flesh of my throat. The sting only made me hotter.
"Please," I whimpered.
Drew chuckled, the vibration sending another wave of heat through me. "Since you asked so nicely."
My breath came in short, sharp gasps as he knelt between my thighs. The cool air hit my bare skin, but it did nothing to temper the fire.
"Look at me," Drew murmured, his voice rough with command. My face was burning with shyness, but I didn't look away. "Sensitive," he noted, his touch growing bolder.
Before I could respond, his fingers slid through my folds without warning. My back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat as he found my center, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Oh God—" I gasped, my hips bucking helplessly.
"Not God," Drew corrected, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "It's just me here."
And then his mouth was on me, his tongue flat and broad as he licked me like a man starving. Every swipe sent me higher, my body coiling tight with need.
"Drew... please..." I begged.
He groaned against me, pulling back just enough to speak. "You taste even better than I imagined."
I was so close, teetering on the edge, but he didn't let me fall. Instead, he slowed, his touches growing softer until I was writhing beneath him.
"Not yet," he murmured, pressing a final, lingering kiss before pulling away. I whimpered in protest, but the sound died as he stood. He stroked himself once, his gaze locked on mine. "You sure about this, sweetheart?"
I should have been scared. But the way he was looking at me—like I was everything. "Yes."
His smile was predatory, intended only for me. "Good girl."
He knelt back between my thighs, and I held my breath as he pushed inside—slowly, so slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. I whimpered, my nails digging into his forearms as my body struggled to accommodate his girth.
"Relax," Drew murmured, kissing my forehead. "Just breathe, Ava. Let me in."
I tried, but the sharp, tearing pain made my eyes water. Drew stilled instantly, his jaw tightening. "Fuck," he groaned. "You're too tight."
I shook my head, clutching at him. "Don't stop. Please."
He exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're killing me."
But he didn't pull out. Instead, he rocked his hips gently, shallow thrusts coaxing my body open inch by inch. The pain subsided, replaced by a slow, building pleasure that made my toes curl.
"That's it," Drew praised, his voice rough. "You are taking me so well."
I moaned, my back arching as he bottomed out. The fullness was overwhelming—like I was being split open and put back together all at once. His thrusts were measured at first, but with every snap of his hips, I felt myself unraveling.
"Harder," I gasped, my heels digging into his back. "I need... more."
Drew's control snapped. He tilted my hips up, driving into me with deep, punishing strokes. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with my broken cries and his guttural curses.
"Fuck yes," he growled. "Take it, Ava. Take every inch I give you."
I took it all until the pleasure crested like a wave. My orgasm hit without warning, my walls clenching around him as I cried his name. Drew followed with a roar, his release filling me in hot, thick spurts.