You're really tempting me

His hand slipped beneath my blouse, teasing my bra as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The pressure of his groin pressed against my already eager folds, and I moaned into his kiss as he returned to my neck, the spot he had previously bitten. A cry escaped my lips—was this what people meant when they said that a mate's mark could be incredibly stimulating when kissed or licked? Because at that moment, I felt like I was on cloud nine.

He left my neck and moved up to my ear, nibbling gently before whispering my name. Normally, it sounded mundane, but when he said it sweetly, it took on a whole new allure. "You seem to be taking your time, Drew. I don't think I like it soft," I teased. He looked at me, surprised. "You like it rough?" he asked, his excitement palpable. I nodded, realizing maybe I did. "You're a pervert," he laughed, and honestly, if that’s what I was, I had no objections.

He knelt on the bed and removed my pants, tossing them across the room. His eyes roamed over my thigh and panties, and he then took off my panties as well. I should have felt embarrassed, but instead I felt a sense of anticipation and arousal. He spread my thighs open, gazing at my intimate area, and I could see his mouth water as he admired it, saying "Look at that, Felicity, it's beautiful. You're so wet down there." My cheeks flushed as he examined me with the same reverence one would give to a work of art. He then lowered his head, maintaining eye contact with me as he smiled and said, "Well, I don't like it rough. I guess I like to take my time." With that, his mouth engulfed my womanhood.

As he licked and kissed, I couldn't help but moan, the sound of his wet mouth colliding with my own wet folds. My eyes rolled back as the sensations became overwhelming. I wanted something more, something he possessed, but Drew was not ready to give it to me just yet.

I felt an intense sensation building within me, a desire to explode as he whispered, "cum for me baby," in that deep, alluring voice. I surrendered to the moment, convulsing from the overwhelming pleasure of his touch; I had never experienced anything like this before.

As he rose to meet me, our lips connected, and I tasted myself in his kiss. His hand gripped my backside, kneading it gently. "Drew, what about you?" I questioned, feeling a twinge of guilt for my selfishness. "I'll take care of myself; you don't need to worry," he replied, kissing me again. "But what if I don't want you to?" I challenged playfully. He chuckled, "You're really tempting me, Felicity. Are you sure you won't run away when you see it?" I confidently responded, "Just show me." He knelt on the bed and unzipped his pants, revealing something that was undeniably impressive. Jane might have screamed in excitement, but I found myself exclaiming in disbelief, "No way can that fit!"

"That's too big," I exclaimed, feeling a wave of hopelessness wash over me. "We'll find out in two moons," he teased, holding his length as his gaze fell to my opening. As he stroked himself, my fear began to dissipate, replaced by a growing heat at the sight of him. I opened myself wider, and he quickened his pace, veins bulging as he shamelessly indulged in his own pleasure, a sentiment not lost on me as I lay there, equally exposed.

After a moment, he let out a deep growl, releasing himself onto my thigh. The warmth of it was intoxicating, and even in his post-release state, he remained incredibly attractive, is he still hard? I gasps. I could see him struggling to regain control, but then his eyes darkened with desire. "Drew?" I called out, but everything happened in a flash, and suddenly I found myself on my stomach, his groin pressing between my thighs.