Authors: TJ Michaels
A moment passed. There was no movement on the bed now but he was near. The heat from his skin enticed and tempted, just out of reach.
“Drew?” No answer. She called again.
Still nothing.
In the deafening silence,
Sydni’s
mind ran off on a tangent. It considered the wonderful possibility of things working out between her and Drew. What was stopping her from embracing this chance that destiny had brought to her doorstep anyway? After all, it wasn’t everyday that a settled and seasoned man who was kind, possessed a keen mind,
and
looked fashion-magazine-quality gorgeous dropped into a woman’s life…er, jail cell?
Bed?
Whatever.
She’d always taught her sister that it was not her responsibility to determine other people’s choices. Was she doing the same to Drew? Trying to persuade him
not
to make a choice that he was well determined to make? Lord knows she wanted to be with him, so it wasn’t like the attraction was one-sided.
Sacrificing, or rather sabotaging, her own happiness to protect Drew from himself?
Geez, what the hell kind of sense did that make?
Once again listening keenly to the sounds around her, a sliver of apprehension worked its way down the nerves of
Sydni’s
spine. It was too quiet. Had Drew undressed her,
then
left her laying there like some half-trussed idiot? Maybe she should just forget this and get up now? A tug against the scarf on her wrists revealed she was going nowhere fast. The man had indeed tied her to the headboard in such a way that the scarves felt weightless unless she pulled against the bonds.
Her eyes flew open and her startled gaze crashed into Drew’s determined one.
Busted.
He jerked his neck back and stared at her like she was out of her damn mind.
“Did I say you could open your eyes?” It was little more than a deep, very serious sounding whisper.
Not bothering to answer she slammed the lids shut. Now
came
uncertainty, followed by self-chastisement and a fair bit of guilt at being caught. On the other hand, she bit her lip to keep from chuckling at how girlishly silly it was to feel guilty at all.
“You’ve made this bed,
Syd
. Now lay in it.”
And when a palm settled over the close cropped curls of her pussy,
Sydni’s
slick folds parted easily and welcomed his questing fingers. It couldn’t be helped. The man just brought it out of her, and with so little effort it was downright disconcerting.
Yet, she had to make him see reason.
Right?
Had to make him see that…oh, god, see what? The little expedition traveling up and down the path between her legs was working her nerves, and
so
not in a bad way. Obviously, Drew was set on tipping the scales of reason in his favor.
“But…”
“Shush!”
“Oh hold the door. Did you just shush me, Drew
Caruth
?”
This time one hand played while the other landed over her mouth and stayed there. And without an ounce of remorse, either. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before a frustrated sigh left her lips. She’d just have to let her expression tell it all because she couldn’t think of a single word.
“Yes,
Syd
, I said shush. What? You have something to say?” he challenged.
A groomed brow winged upward in question, but not another sound—harsh breathing didn’t count—came forth.
“Close your eyes and keep them that way. Now woman, you will listen closely so I don’t have to say this again.”
He waited a moment until the tension leached from her shoulders and slid down to her thighs. Thighs that were beginning to quiver given the fact he played with her pussy.
Stroking, parting, giving more than a woman could stand only to back off until she wanted nothing more than to beg him to continue.
“I need a woman who can handle me,
Syd
.
Someone with a strong spirit who knows what she wants and won’t be bowled over by an equally strong man.
And that someone is
Sydni
Cannes.
You.
But for some reason you think I can’t manage to remember how old you are, as if it matters or something.”
As he spoke, those same gentle, but insistent fingertips teased her pussy lips until they throbbed, ached, wanted. How as she supposed to listen when he was hell bent on plucking her strings like a newly strung banjo at somebody’s southern ho-down? Good lord!
“If you let me,
Syd
, I can love you like no one else. All I want is to give you everything I have, everything I am. Do you need me? No, but I’m glad you don’t. The fact that you can and have taken care of both you and
Charli
only makes me want you more. And I always get what I want, baby. What do I have to do to convince you that you’re the one,
Sydni
?”
Now
came
soft but firm pats just above her clit as two fingers slid into her juicy depths to add to the torment. Her stomach clenched, hips rolled as her body sought more of the exquisite sensation, needing her soul to ring with only the music he could create there.
Then his mouth was in motion, molding itself to the very shape of her cunt, lapping the tender folds. When his fingers slid out, his tongue dipped low to feast on the nectar creaming his face. His fingers slid in and that tongue wrapped around her clit, tugging, sucking. In…suck. Out…lick. God, it was too much.
Orgasm number one began as a tingle just below the crease where ass met thigh, then circled around to her pussy. Sweat soaked the comforter beneath her. Even the back of her knees were slick with moisture. A scream gathered at her toes, traveled up her trembling body and blasted out of her mouth as she came long and hard, until her head flew from side to side in entreaty. It was too much, yet not enough.
“Oh god!
Drew!”
But Drew didn’t answer, nor was he finished. Instead of answering the call, he pushed her into the next release. The thing circled ‘round and ‘round her womb, building until it exploded and surged through every nerve, every cell, turning her into nothing more than a panting mass of acquiescence.
Drew hummed his pleasure into her soaked flesh and all she could think of was, yes, yes, and more yes. The vibration between her legs ceased as he lifted his head.
“Look at me,
Syd
.”
Garnering her strength for whatever would be reflected in his beautiful eyes,
Sydni
eased her lids open, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze between her thighs. Her lips parted on a swift intake of air. Raw longing, deep aching need, and vulnerability all shone there, taking her breath away at the swirl of emotion emanating from his gaze. Honeyed nectar,
her
nectar, covered his chin. The talented pink organ that had just driven her to the stars left an even wetter path across his already wet lips.
“Say you want me too,
Syd
. Tell me, baby.”
Crawling half way up her body before sitting back on his knees, the tension in the air was palpable as Drew reigned in every swirling emotion and stark craving. He went stone still and waited. Waited to know what she wanted. Willing to stop if what she wanted wasn’t him.
Sydni’s
resolved splintered and fell away even as she tried to push one last button.
“But what about kids, Drew?
Surely you want kids? And I’m just not feeling that at this time in my life.
And what about my family?
Mine are so countrified and not necessarily up with the times of interracial relationships.”
“Listen
darlin
’,” he drawled in his best down home country imitation.
“I. Want.
You.
And I’ll take whatever I can get. Even if I had everything I wanted in life, you’d still be an upgrade to me, woman. Besides, I’m sure
Charli
will have plenty of kids for us to spoil. Then after Aunt
Syd
and Uncle Drew are done spoiling them we can send them home to their parents and have the house to ourselves. I’m already dreaming about showering
Charli’s
future babies with love. Hell, I’m dying to give you some rug burn fucking in front of the fireplace, after busting my ass on one of the grandbaby’s toys sitting in the middle of the floor. As for your family, last I heard it wasn’t your style to let anyone, even them, make decisions for you. Unless you’re not up to the challenge.” he teased lovingly.
The man was too much.
Knowing that Drew envisioned their relationship as gaining the world rather than throwing away his future,
Sydni
felt all kinds of special. This man saw her as a serious asset to his life, someone who brought him balance, would give him a challenge, and allow him to fulfill her needs, all rolled into one warm, giving, horny little ball of a woman.
“So, what’ll it be,
Syd
.
You and me?
Think carefully because I am prepared to pursue you to no end, baby.”
Unable to form the words, all
Sydni
could do was nod her head and swallow down the emotion gathered in her throat.
“Aw, baby, you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet.” And just like that, he set to work. “God, I just want to brand you, write my name all over that succulent pussy of yours. Hell, climb up into your soul until I can’t tell where you begin and I end.”
Sydni
laughed, cried and sighed as his tongue left a warm trail along her collarbone while strong fingers gently tugged at a puckered nipple.
What an idiot she’d been. She’d claimed to have been looking at things from what was supposedly Drew’s position. But what she’d really been doing was hiding behind her own fears. Fears that she couldn’t really find or hold a man who was comfortable with
who
she was. Who didn’t care she was a big executive at an international corporation. A man who was so solid in his own skin, he wasn’t intimidated by the natural strength of character that made up
Sydni
Cannes. All that insecurity had been hidden, blanketed by diving into her work, trying to ignore the loneliness shadowing her steps every day simply because her previous lovers, instead of accepting her, had tried needlessly to compete with both her career and the love for her sister.
Still on his knees, Drew lifted
Sydni’s
hips and settled her slick pussy just over the flared head of his cock. Poised at her entrance
Sydni
held her breath as gentle strokes lit up the skin from her ass clear up to the back of her knees. Legs fell open when Drew set his cock in motion, stretching her hole as he pushed forward.
Sydni
felt her entire bloodstream flow to the spot just above her creaming cunt making her clit throb.
Drew’s voice dropped to a sexy growl.
“I’m man enough to go after what I want. And I want you.” Running his hands over her thighs, over her stomach and up to her full breasts, he said, “No stick figure, barely old enough to drive women for me,
Syd
. I’d break them, inside and out. Not on purpose, of course, but I’m a driven man, and not always easy to deal with. I’d just run right over them. Plus, I tend to demand good hard fucks from my lovers. Not to mention I seem to have this knack for being stubborn, perfect, always right…”
A snort burst out of her chest before she could stop it. Always right indeed? Then the tip of his dick slipped in an inch, just past the ring of muscle at the door of her channel. Her body instinctively clamped down on it, trying to hold the wide tool inside. Her snort faded on a frustrated sigh when he withdrew.
Short shallow digs stoked the smoldering flames licking her skin until her breath whooshed through her lungs trying to catch up to the pleasure streaking through her nervous system. In. Out. In. Out. Not nearly enough to sate, but just enough to make her reach out for him. She was eager to play in the silky slide of the soft locks on his head, fingers buried to the scalp. Then down to the short downy hair on his perfectly sculpted chest. The dips and hollows of abs so well-defined she could snowboard across them. But her wrists were securely attached to the slats of the bed’s headboard. Damn it.
If he didn’t fuck her, really fuck her soon she would simply go up in smoke and
Charli
could scatter her ashes out over the lake. Perhaps she should have written a last will and testament before pushing Drew to such a possessive state that he felt compelled to prove she was the one for him?
“Beg for it. Tell me you want it, that you want me.”
“Oh god, yes.
I want it, want you. Please, Drew.” A full, deep slide parted the sleek inner muscles clear to the entrance of her womb causing a gasp at the fullness. And back out again until the fat head nudged her entrance again. And then he stopped. Shit!
“No more shoving me at other women,
Syd
?” A firm thumb drew circles over her clit with ever increasing speed.
“No, no more shoving,” she ground out, lifting her hips urgently for want of a different kind of shoving. “Drew. Oh god, I promise. Please.”
Drew drove home in one stroke. And this time he hung around for awhile.
* * * * *
Oh she could really get used to waking up like this. Drew’s arms surrounded her with the kind of warmth only possible from skin-on-skin contact. And he currently filled her with the kind of steel ‘n silky hardness only he could give her. And that hardness happened to be slowly sliding between her thighs, rubbing up against her clit from behind.
In no time her pussy thoroughly creamed the steely hardness rubbing against it, instantly greedy to be filled again.
“Good morning,” he sighed against her nape.
“How ‘bout some Saturday morning dick for that sweet pussy of yours?”
Oh dear god, yes. Her sensitive flesh
twinged
from the delicious reaming it had received last night, but the damn thing just couldn’t seem to get enough. Guess greedy was an understatement.