Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) by Elizabeth Hawkes Page A

swollen petals like a second skin. I ran a finger up and down my
slit, feeling my muscles clench tighter and tighter as the sensation washed
through me.

 
    " Drew... " I
moaned, fighting the urge to stab my fingers inside. My clit was throbbing now,
begging to be touched, and I grabbed the front of my panties up in my hand and
pulled them upwards forcefully, feeling the fabric rake against my pearl.

 
    " Drew, y ou're
going to make me cum, " I sobbed. I imagined it was him that was
violating me, and that I was sprawled out on the bed next to his brown body. He
was teasing me, getting me ready to take his massive cock while I writhed in
the sheets and begged for him to fuck me.

 
    "Baby, I want you to do me
now..." I whined. And then, because I couldn't take it any longer, I pulled aside the
bottom of my panties and pushed two fingers deep inside. I gasped, all of a
sudden. It felt so good.

 
    I panted like an animal as I
pleased myself, pushing my fingers hard against my spot. I stuck three fingers
from my other hand in my mouth, imagining that I was sucking on Paul as Drew
took me. I pictured him holding my ankles, spreading my legs wide so he could
fuck me hard.

 
    " Baby, keep fucking
me," I whimpered. " Make me cum .. . "

 
    A silent scream escaped my lips
as my body bucked on the carpet. When the last wave passed, I totally
collapsed. I laid there for a second, just catching my
breath and feeling the slickness of the sweat upon my skin.  

 
    Ever since I had broken up with
my ex, I had felt so horny. We had been together for years, and I wasn't used
to being single. Now that I had just orgasmed to a fantasy I wanted so badly, I
felt hot, sweaty and lonely.

 
    I sighed and picked myself up off
the floor, then cracked the front door before heading to the shower ; if only my hot, cramped apartment had air conditioning.
And then I swore as I stumbled over the bulky curved handle attached to the
side of the tub. My father and grandmother had come to visit last weekend, and
he had put the handle there so she could safely get in the shower. I had no
idea how to detach it, and without my ex here to help, I didn't want to take
the time to figure it out. I cursed again.

 
    I turned the shower on and let
cool water cascade over my body. I left the curtain open, so I could steal a
glance at my figure in the bathroom mirror. I let my eyes run over my curves
for a second, looking at my big bust and the womanly swell of my hips.   My ex always went on about how he loved
my curves, but then he had gone and cheated on me with some skinny little
thing. It was the same as with my other ex-boyfriends, those assholes.
Sometimes I wondered if men saw the same beautiful woman that I did. Ellen and
my other girlfriends always insisted I was gorgeous, so why did men treat me so
badly? After so many cheaters and failed relationships, I wondered if I could
ever really open up to someone again, the way I had before.

 
    My mind flashed back to when Paul
had come over.

 
    I had been so excited to spend
time with him, but at the same time I was a little guarded—and I didn't
like that. I wanted to live in the moment, like I did when I was younger,
before I felt fragile and vulnerable. I lathered up my red hair and rinsed it,
letting the suds run over my body. The feeling was cool and sensual. I let my
mind drift back to the beautiful vision of Paul and Drew by the pool, and
despite the cool water running over me, I felt excitement building in my body
again.

 
    I leaned against the cool tiles
of the shower and ran my hands up my burning skin, gathering up my heavy
breasts and caressing my nipples softly. I moaned as I fingered them, feeling
them grow hard to the touch. I could feel myself throbbing already, and I let
one hand plunge downward, riding my endless curves all the way down to my sex.

 
    The cool water rained down on me
as I slowly inched a fingertip down my slit. I moaned louder and louder,
feeling an