felt like sand paper on the sensitive skin of her breasts.
The thought of which immediately made her shiver at the memory of his mouth on her nipples, sucking and licking. Just like that, she was wet and ready again, at the mere thought of having him touch her.
As she smoothed her shirt over her stomach, she saw the faint pink marks the restraints had left on her wrists. She had a fleeting regret that she'd begged to be untied. If he'd kept her bound, she'd have had an excuse to stay in his bed.
Wendy shook off the thought. This was a one night stand, and in true one night stand fashion, she was going to be out of here before the sheets got cold. That was probably how Drew wanted it anyway.
"What the fuck?"
Or no. Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and Wendy debated the wisdom of making a run for it before he got to her. She thought better of if, reasoning that running like a scared rabbit made her look silly, not to mention scared. Hardly the impression of the confident, sexually liberated woman that she wanted to leave him with.
Better to play it casual.
But Drew looked anything but casual as he stormed into the main room, his casual nudity somehow making him even more intimidating with his brow furrowed tight above gray eyes gone dark and stormy. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Back to my room," Wendy said, patting herself on the back for keeping the tremor of nervousness out of her voice, hoping Drew couldn't see her pulse pounding furiously in her throat as she tried to look anywhere but at his powerful, naked body.
"Why?" he asked bluntly, his hands resting on his hips.
Wendy kept her gaze pinned to his chest. "To sleep," she forced a flippant sounding laugh. "That was fun and all, but a girl's gotta get her beauty rest."
"You can sleep here."
Involuntarily, Wendy's gaze drifted down his chest, past the chiseled abs, down the stripe of dark down that trailed down his stomach…. As though it felt her gaze, his cock twitched and thickened, stretching to full hardness before her eyes.
She swallowed hard. "It doesn't look like you're planning to sleep anytime soon." This time there was no keeping the quiver of anticipation out of her tone.
And the slow, sexy smile that replaced his frown was enough to make her knees turn to water.
Wordlessly he stepped closer, and though she tried to get her feet to move, it was like she was frozen in place, unable to take a step as he closed the distance between them.
He stopped just short of touching her, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off of him, smell the sharp scent of his arousal on his skin. Between them she could see his cock, straining up from between his thighs, the plump head smooth and dark as it seemed to yearn toward her body.
"Aren't you um, supposed to take some time to recover? You can't possibly be... ready again." Wendy asked, trying again for a flip tone and failing miserably.
Drew's grin widened, and the naughty glint in his eyes sent a ticklish feeling through her core. "I don't know, I feel pretty ready for another round."
She didn't bother to resist as he took her hand in his and pulled it to him
His lids lowered to half mast, and he let out a heavy sigh as her fingers instinctively wrapped around him, stroking the hot shaft with her fist, feeling him jump and pulse in her hand. No question about it, he was ready.
And so was she, tilting her head back to receive his kiss as she felt a hot, wet rush between her legs, soaking her already slick flesh, soaking the fabric of her panties as he rubbed his tongue along hers.
"Come back to bed," Drew commanded, closing his hand over her wrist to pull her hand gently from his erection. Taking her hands in his, he looped her arms around his neck and kept his mouth on hers for more of those slow, deep, drugging kisses. "Come back to bed," he said again, and even though her common sense screamed at her to leave, what was common sense in the face of Drew's pure sexual
The thought of which immediately made her shiver at the memory of his mouth on her nipples, sucking and licking. Just like that, she was wet and ready again, at the mere thought of having him touch her.
As she smoothed her shirt over her stomach, she saw the faint pink marks the restraints had left on her wrists. She had a fleeting regret that she'd begged to be untied. If he'd kept her bound, she'd have had an excuse to stay in his bed.
Wendy shook off the thought. This was a one night stand, and in true one night stand fashion, she was going to be out of here before the sheets got cold. That was probably how Drew wanted it anyway.
"What the fuck?"
Or no. Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and Wendy debated the wisdom of making a run for it before he got to her. She thought better of if, reasoning that running like a scared rabbit made her look silly, not to mention scared. Hardly the impression of the confident, sexually liberated woman that she wanted to leave him with.
Better to play it casual.
But Drew looked anything but casual as he stormed into the main room, his casual nudity somehow making him even more intimidating with his brow furrowed tight above gray eyes gone dark and stormy. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Back to my room," Wendy said, patting herself on the back for keeping the tremor of nervousness out of her voice, hoping Drew couldn't see her pulse pounding furiously in her throat as she tried to look anywhere but at his powerful, naked body.
"Why?" he asked bluntly, his hands resting on his hips.
Wendy kept her gaze pinned to his chest. "To sleep," she forced a flippant sounding laugh. "That was fun and all, but a girl's gotta get her beauty rest."
"You can sleep here."
Involuntarily, Wendy's gaze drifted down his chest, past the chiseled abs, down the stripe of dark down that trailed down his stomach…. As though it felt her gaze, his cock twitched and thickened, stretching to full hardness before her eyes.
She swallowed hard. "It doesn't look like you're planning to sleep anytime soon." This time there was no keeping the quiver of anticipation out of her tone.
And the slow, sexy smile that replaced his frown was enough to make her knees turn to water.
Wordlessly he stepped closer, and though she tried to get her feet to move, it was like she was frozen in place, unable to take a step as he closed the distance between them.
He stopped just short of touching her, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off of him, smell the sharp scent of his arousal on his skin. Between them she could see his cock, straining up from between his thighs, the plump head smooth and dark as it seemed to yearn toward her body.
"Aren't you um, supposed to take some time to recover? You can't possibly be... ready again." Wendy asked, trying again for a flip tone and failing miserably.
Drew's grin widened, and the naughty glint in his eyes sent a ticklish feeling through her core. "I don't know, I feel pretty ready for another round."
She didn't bother to resist as he took her hand in his and pulled it to him
His lids lowered to half mast, and he let out a heavy sigh as her fingers instinctively wrapped around him, stroking the hot shaft with her fist, feeling him jump and pulse in her hand. No question about it, he was ready.
And so was she, tilting her head back to receive his kiss as she felt a hot, wet rush between her legs, soaking her already slick flesh, soaking the fabric of her panties as he rubbed his tongue along hers.
"Come back to bed," Drew commanded, closing his hand over her wrist to pull her hand gently from his erection. Taking her hands in his, he looped her arms around his neck and kept his mouth on hers for more of those slow, deep, drugging kisses. "Come back to bed," he said again, and even though her common sense screamed at her to leave, what was common sense in the face of Drew's pure sexual
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