“Condom,” I remind him.
“Fuck.Yes.”Drew climbs off and is back in half a minute with a rubber on.
For a second, an echo of guilt rises within me.I shut it down.I want this.I want this night and all the pleasure I know Drew will give me.
I survived my husband and cannot remain celibate forever.He wouldn’t ask that of me, I know.Perhaps it’s not so much my wedding vows I’m concerned with; it’s that I’ve never felt so wanton and so desired as I do in this moment.
By Drew Carrington...not my late husband.
How can I be okay with that?
“Where was I?”Drew brushes strands of hair from my forehead, lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me slowly, like I’m the juiciest peach he’s ever tasted.
And God, can he kiss!
I don’t ever want him to stop.
He tugs my hip, and I feel the tip of his cock against my opening.
Oh boy, I am really doing this.I’m going to have intercourse with another man.Sex with a man who isn’t my husband.Who isn’t the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with—
“Stay with me, Gemma.”Drew’s voice is gravel, and if I’m not mistaken, I sense concern.Not that he won’t get to fuck me, but he’s aware of where I am emotionally.
I don’t think he would stop.
Not in a non-consensual way, but there’s a dominance about him which would keep me going if I lost courage.I don’t want him to stop.
My hands move, exploring his powerful chest, and he takes that as my answer.His cock slides through my folds, and I moan.
I love how big this man is, towering over me as his cock requests entry despite our bodies fresh from orgasms.It’s an eagerness to connect and be one.
“Two seconds, beautiful girl.If you’re going to say no, you need to do it now,” Drew rasps roughly.
“Keep going.”
“God, I want to fuck your pussy.”
My body arches in response, and the head of his cock slips in.
We both groan.
“Fuck.”
“More,” I say, lifting my hips as high as I can, but Drew has them in a gridlock.
“Say yes, Gemma.Make sure,” he demands.
“Yes, yes, fuck.Yes.Fuck me, Drew.”
“Jesus.”He roars and slams deep inside me, the pain sending my eyes into the back of my head.
But I want it.
I want the pain.
I want the pleasure.
I want all of him.