His hands are moving away from my face, traveling down my back, till he’s finally cupping my ass. I sink into him. We’re pressed together, still kissing like the world is about to end tomorrow.
I can feel his hardness. I wedge a hand between us so I can touch him, cup him, stroke him through his pants.
I have never been this forward in my life. I’m never the one to lead the way, but I can’t help myself with him. I want him to know exactly how I feel.
Our mouths part and I tip my head back. His mouth travels down my lips to my chin and neck. I can feel his hot breath on my skin and it’s exciting. My nipples are firm and sensitive, begging to be touched.
And just then, he cups my left breast and squeezes it deliciously. I am dying for him to rip off my dress and take my nipple in his mouth. Just the thought of his wet mouth on my breasts is enough to make me want to come. I’m so wet already.
But Drew pulls away all of a sudden. Almost as suddenly as he kissed me. I’m gasping for air. What is happening?
His blue eyes are dark and hooded now. I can see the desire written all over his face. Why does he suddenly not want me anymore?
“Lena, I want you,” he says like he read my mind.
I lick my lips nervously. Suddenly, my throat is very dry. My heart is racing because I feel like I’m about to get some very bad news.
“And I like you,” he adds.
“I sense there’s a but coming…”
“But I want to do this right. I don’t want you to remember me as a drunken wedding disaster. I don’t want you to regret this.”
I wasn’t expecting him to say that. No guy I’ve met has ever talked to me this way. Drew just keeps surprising me.
“I guess you’re right. We should slow down,” I say.
Then my eyes fall on the tent in his pants. He looks down too and we burst out laughing together.
“Seems like some part of you disagrees,” I laugh. Drew grins, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Maybe. But for you, I’m willing to wait.”
Drew
Shane is going to be mad.
Before Lena and I left the venue together, I spoke to the rest of my team and gave them all the instructions they need for the rest of the wedding. After that, I left Shane a quick voicemail telling him I’ve had to leave, and I had no other choice. I’ll explain tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure he’ll understand once I give him all the details.
I have finally met a woman who has brought me to my knees. So much so that the first thing I want to do isn’t even sexual. I just want to get to know her.
I invite her back to my place and Lena agrees, to my relief. I drive. The cold air in the parking lot sobered me up entirely. She sits beside me and we keep glancing at each other, smiling dreamily because this is unbelievable. I know she feels the same spark that I do.
It’s magic.
When I park outside my apartment building, she leans towards me and I pull her greedily into my lap. She wraps her arms around me and we are kissing again. We barely have the motivation to leave the car.
When we do, I have a hand on her waist and I guide her up to the door, then into the elevator where we end up making out again. I can’t stop kissing her, pressing into her. My cock is throbbing. I am so hard. But it isn’t just my cock that is affected by her. I can feel something deep inside me.
This is the woman I want to marry. I know how ridiculous it sounds. We just met. But it’s like so many people have said before…
You know when you know.
We stumble into my apartment together. She is in my arms. Her hair is tickling my neck.Her perfume fills my nostrils.
I barely manage to kick the door shut before I lift her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around me as we kiss frantically. I carry her inside. The closest place I can set her down is the kitchen island.
My hands travel down her dress. I feel the lusciousness of her breasts. I want to taste her. I want to watch her come before I fuck her.
She is laying on her back on the counter while I start pulling up her dress. She rolls her hips, moaning and purring with pleasure while my fingers find that sweet wet spot between her legs. Her panties are soaked. She wants me just as much as I want her.
I want to be inside her. My cock is angrily throbbing for it. I want to fill her up with my seed. Make her mine. Possess her.
I don’t think I have ever craved for a woman with this kind of desperation. I don’t think I will ever be able to let her go.
But we have to take this slow.
I pull my hand away from her sweet tight pussy and stare at her beautiful face. We need to make a few things clear first.
I want to do this right with her. I don’t want to fuck it up.
Lena
Drew leads me to his couch where we sit down and snuggle up together. I know I have only just met him, but is it really so crazy that I feel a connection with him? It’s like I have known him forever. Surely that’s a good sign?
He weaves his fingers with mine and I look up at his blue eyes. He has the sandiest blondest hair. A chiseled handsome face. I can’t believe he even wants me the same way I want him.
“You think she found a good replacement dress?” I ask, while we sit
