Drawn to him (Drew - pt 3)

I sit back on the bed, grabbing his arse and pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against my knees. My fingers find his zipper and ease it down, slow enough to savour every second. The quiet sound of it feels loud in the small room, he inhales sharply, breath catching in his throat as anticipation coils between us.

His trousers slip down, pooling at his feet, I turn my face to meet his gaze. Our eyes lock, I run a finger around the elastic of his white Calvin Kleins. He shudders as I brush his hard cock.

The fabric is straining, I can see the outline of his rigid knob. Not wanting to rush this delicious moment, I run my finger down his cock from the waistband to his balls. He sighs and twitches with anticipation. Reaching out I gently holds his balls with one hand and slowly rubbing his cock with the other. We are both moaning louder now, I lick his cock through the fabric, teasing and building the pleasure. My mouth is now on the head of his cock, precum escaping through the fabric, I reach between my legs, rubbing my dripping wet pussy.

Drew slips his underwear off, releasing his engorged member for me to play with. The skin of his cock was so soft, a real ‘iron fist in a velvet glove’, but no time to be daydreaming, holding his balls in one hand I slurped the head of his cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head, swirling my hand around his shaft, cradling his balls ever so gently. Moving slowly at first, now building a rhythm, now a firmer grip as his slippery cock. Faster and harder I worked his cock. His breathing was fast and shallow, his body tensing with pleasure… I slowed down, allow my hands to soften nibbling gently to allow his breathing to slow down.

Eyes shining with lust, he looked down at me, smirking at a naughty joke only he knew.

He removed my hands and mouth. Pulled me to my feet and kissed me long and slow.

The moment his hands settle on me, the world narrowed to just our breath and anticipation. 

Drew’s fingers trace along the fabric of my knickers, teasing, exploring, making my pulse stutter. He knows exactly what he’s doing, lingering just long enough to make heat pool low in my belly.

When he finally lowers me onto the bed, the tension between us snaps into something molten. His touch begins at my shoulders, slow and deliberate, travelling down my body in a gentle, reverent glide. He takes his time with my breasts, enjoying the way every brush of his lips makes my breath catch and my skin spark.

He continues downwards, mapping every curve, every inch, all the way to my toes, before returning with the same unhurried care to my inner thighs. The tease is exquisite. He caresses, explores, and every soft breath against my skin unravels me a little more.

By the time he settles between my thighs, I’m already trembling with need. The moment he leans in fully to my soaking wet pussy, pleasure floods through me so strongly I can’t keep quiet. I’m moaning, begging, lost in the rhythm of his mouth and hands until he finally draws back, breath warm against my skin.

He rises, leaning over me, and kisses his way slowly up my body until his lips reach my neck. The sound he makes when he nuzzles there is all hunger and restraint. His hands cup my breasts again as we both groan with the thrum of wanting.

I pull him down to me, feeling his body pressing into mine, solid and eager. Desire rolls between us like a pulse neither of us can ignore.

I take the lead for a moment, rolling him beneath me, settling between his thighs. I lean down to take him into my mouth just long enough to make him groan my name, then slide a condom on with deliberate, teasing strokes. His hands slip into my hair. My whole body aches for him.

I straddle him, feeling the tip of his hard cock pressing against my dripping pussy. I’m already breathless, already ready, every part of me drawn towards him. When I finally ease down and take him into my body, a shudder rolls through us both.

It feels like being opened, wanted, filled with the kind of pleasure that steals your breath before you can catch it.

I start to move slowly, savouring every rise and fall, every shift of his hips. When he gets carried away and starts to thrust harder, I murmur for him to slow down — I don’t want this moment to vanish. He slows, pulling me into a long, decadent kiss that makes me melt against him.

Eventually he whispers for me to lie back.

He moves beside me first, stroking, kissing, making me sigh and wriggle with the intensity of it all. The pleasure builds unbearably… until I can’t stand the distance anymore.

He moves over me again, entering me slowly, tenderly at first, his breath rough against my ear as our bodies find the perfect rhythm. When he asks in a low whisper what I like — what I need — my answer comes out in a gasp.

“Hard and fast.”

His restraint breaks. He rises onto his knees, holding my hips, driving into me with powerful, hungry movements that send heat flying through my veins. My back arches, my breath comes in sharp bursts, and the pleasure climbs so quickly it feels like it’s going to tear me apart.

When it hits, it hits in waves — fierce, overwhelming, rolling through my whole body.

I feel him tense just moments later, feel the way he strains, the way he holds me as he reaches his own release with a deep groan that vibrates against my skin.

We collapse together, breathless and shaking with the aftershocks. I can’t help the little giggle that escapes as the last waves fade.

“That was mind blowing,” I whisper.

“Mmmm,” is all Drew manages, still half dazed.

After a quick tidy-up, we curl into each other’s arms. Wrapped in warmth and the soft hum of afterglow, we drift towards sleep, perfectly content.

Miranda xox

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