Make Me Over_ Getting Real - Leslie Kelly [48]
“Oh, yes,” she murmured in approval.
He paused only long enough to toss the thing to the floor, then he was pushing her onto it. Moving over her, he pressed kiss after kiss onto her mouth, her neck, her breasts, until Tori was begging for more. “Please, please give it to me,” she said, her voice almost a whimper. She parted her legs, inviting him, rising up to him.
He smiled at her, a wicked smile that said he knew exactly how mad he’d been driving her. “One more second.”
“No, now!”
Though she tried to yank him down, he leaned away, toward his clothes. “I’ve walked around with one of these in my pocket since the night we met,” he admitted as he retrieved a condom.
Criminy, Tori hadn’t even though of that. Hadn’t spared one second to consider birth control, he’d had her that hot and frantic. She watched him sheathe himself, nibbling her lip as the excitement built again.
To be honest, this slow torture was thrilling her beyond belief. “I love looking forward to things,” she whispered. “The anticipation of getting something good used to keep me up all night Christmas Eve. Looking forward to what’s coming is as good as getting it.”
He chuckled and lowered himself close enough for her to feel that thick weight of his erection against her curls. “Gee, does this mean you want to look forward to it, more than you want to get it?”
“No!”
“You’re sure?”
“Do it now, Drew, or I swear to God, I’ll bash you with one of those planters,” she growled, even as she arched up to him, trying to take what he wasn’t giving her.
He waited one more second, taunting her, driving her utterly mad. “I only hope after you get something good, you keep wanting to get it.”
“Oh, I do….”
She couldn’t say anything else because he plunged into her. Deep. Hard. Fast. Tori howled. Truly cried out at the bliss of it as he stroked her, way inside, with intense, body-rocking thrusts.
“Yes,” she moaned, almost sobbing with relief at the sheer perfection of it.
As if afraid his weight was too much for her, Drew rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Tori hissed, feeling the incredible sensations battering her. She’d never done this, either, and absolutely loved feeling so in control.
“You’re so deep,” she whispered brokenly, closing her eyes and savoring the way he felt buried so far inside her body.
He held her hips and thrust up, wringing another cry from Tori’s lips. “I figured you might like being in the driver’s seat,” he said with a wicked smile.
“I do,” she replied. Then she began to rock against him. “I definitely like being in control of the…stick.”
He caught hold of her hips, catching her rhythm and met her in an erotic give-and-take that seemed to go on forever. She rode the wave until it brought the first of several shattering orgasms, one after another, that made her entire body shake and shudder.
Her legs felt weak, and her breaths turned into pants until she had to drop down to lie on his chest. That, too, provided incredible friction. Though thoroughly sated, she still wanted more. Moaning, she ground against him, not believing how many wonderful, erotic things she was learning, all in one night. She fleetingly wondered if it was possible for a body to OD on sexual pleasure. But didn’t much care at this point.
“You okay?” he asked, before pressing a slow, sweet kiss on her parted lips.
She nodded. “I’m a short-track driver, in case you, uh, forgot. Don’t know if I’ve got it in me to take on these long distances.”
With a low chuckle, Drew instantly rolled her over. “Well then, honey, I’ll be happy to take over.”
He did. Superbly. Sublimely. Until finally, when she thought she couldn’t possibly come again, she reached yet another peak. And this time, she took him with her when she flew over the edge.
8
T ORI DREADED THE THOUGHT of attending the country-club dance with Drew, Ginny and Teresa Sunday night. She looked forward to it about as much as she looked forward to getting a tooth filled. Or pulling ticks off her dog Ralph in the summertime.