Drawn to You (2 page)

Making love for us was always planned. I'd never forced her against a wall or demanded she kneel beneath me. But inside this stall, something had changed. I wasn't a controlling partner in any sense of the word, and yet I had to hold back from asking her—demanding she do exactly what I wanted.

Hot puffs of air touched my skin as I deepened our kiss. She tilted her head back. Submitted to my needs completely. I could mold her anyway I wanted, but the Terry I feel in love with was the one I wanted most of all.

I knew we'd have to separate if we ever hoped to get our clothes off, but not now. I wanted to kiss her. To taste every inch of her.

I ran my fingers through her hair, removing her hair tie before allowing it to fall to the ground. Out of the way. In this light, she was the most gorgeous thing on two legs. Wavy hair that was already a tangled mess from me playing with it. Slender curves. Perky breasts that were the perfect handful. Gorgeous.

I pushed her up against one of the inside walls. Caressed her breast through her blouse. Cupped it. Played with the nipple until there was no doubt in my mind it was as erect as my cock.

She moaned and let her head fall back. I kissed along her neck, feeling her heart beat fast under my lips. She was gasping. Writhing along the wall as she tried to get closer to me.

But I stayed out of reach. I'd seen her in the depths of passion before, but not like this. Never like this. In the past, we always rushed. We tore off clothes without a second thought. This time, I wanted to savor her.

“I—” a strangled gasp stole whatever she was going to say from her lips, and I seized them seconds later.

I kissed her deeply. Passionately. I pressed my erection against the inside of her thigh so she could feel it.

She shuddered so hard the aftershocks ran up my arms. She ground against me and sucked in a lungful of air when her clit got just the right amount of friction from our clothes.

I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. How much she meant to me. How madly I was in love with her. But words would've ruined the moment, so I didn't say anything at all.

Instead, I ran my hand down her side, along the slender curves between her ribs and hip. I trailed my hand along the waistband of her jeans to the brass button I undid without any hesitation at all. I let my hand slip between her belly and panties, leaving it there for a moment to feel her warmth.

She breathed heavily against my ear, silently begging me to move on. To do what I knew she needed me—what she wanted me to do.

“You have any idea how horny you've made me by coming here?” I asked in a thin whisper. I ground against her. “You feel that, Babe? That's all because of you. No one could drive me this mad or this in need but you.”

She murmured something I couldn't understand, but her hard release of breath was all the confirmation I needed to know she'd heard every single word.

I touched her clit with the tip of my finger, gently circling it with the bit of room I had between her hot skin and cool jeans. She gasped. Moaned. Thrust her hips at me.

I bit back a moan of my own and slipped a finger inside her wet folds. She sucked in a breath of air, then relaxed, rocking her hips as she coaxed my finger to go deeper. I inserted a second finger, located her G-spot, then brushed my fingertips against it in a come-hither motion.

I watched her as she thrust up at my hand, and my cock twitched each time she did. I wanted her. I had to get inside her.
Not yet.
She'd taken the time to plan this trip, and I didn't want to ruin it by rushing things.
There will be time for that later.
After I let her wiggle a while longer.

She whimpered and dug her nails into my scalp. She moved her lips as if to say something, but she remained silent as I continued to coax her G-spot and tease her clit with my thumb.

Her body clenched around my fingers, tightening with every stroke. She growled, likely fighting back her orgasm. I almost felt bad for her as I continued to torment and tease her toward oblivion. But I'd never seen her like this. So close to the edge. So badly in need.

Terry's head fell back as she turned it from one side to the other. She was close, so very close. And the more I beckoned her G-spot, the tighter she became.

I clenched my jaw. Took a breath, and with it, inhaled her heady scent mixed with hay and leather. By now, the other couple we passed was long gone. Time had slowed. I couldn't get Terry's clothes off soon enough. I couldn't get inside her fast enough.

“Oh, God, Baby...” I withdrew my hand from her pants, unzipped them, then placed a hand on each of her hips. “You're so fucking beautiful.”

She met my gaze through heavy-lidded eyes. From her oblivion, she managed a very raspy “Please.”

I drew down her pants and the lacey underwear I hadn't even cared to admire. I then removed her shoes along with the garments I'd managed to take off her legs.

My cock strained to get close to her. I loosened my slacks, but I didn't take them off. Instead, I circled her clit with my fingers. I kissed the side of her neck. Her earlobe. I bit down which forced her to take a breath. And when she did, I slipped a finger inside her warm depths. She was dripping wet with need. It would've been easy for me to thrust inside in a single go.

Not yet. I knew I wouldn't last if I did, and I wasn't ready for this to end.

“Tell me,” I breathed, inhaling the scent of her hair and raspberry shampoo. “Tell me what you want.”

I pressed my palm against her clit, moving it in time with my fingers as they gently touched her G-spot.

“I...” a shudder caused Terry to pause as she leaned in against my shoulder. “Please, Mick. Please.”

I smiled as her body tightened around my fingers. She panted. Held her breath. Groaned as her legs shook uncontrollably.

“Mick...”

Fuck it.
I withdrew my hand and dropped to my knees. With a hand on either of her hips to hold her steady, I lapped at her clit with my tongue. And every time we made contact, her body shuddered. Her clit was hard. Her pussy was a rosy pink. And she tasted amazing.

I slid my tongue under her clit and between her folds, groaning as much from her taste as her warmth and my need to be inside her. I placed a hand on the bulge in my pants and rubbed against it as I slipped my tongue inside her. I brought it back out again to circle her clit, and each time I did, she whimpered a little louder.

She drove a hand through my hair. Grabbed at it. Her body tensed, and I kept going. I could tell she was close. I stopped stroking myself and thrust two fingers inside her, beckoning her G-spot while I continued to tease her clit with my tongue.

She gasped. Moaned. Her breath caught, and I thought for sure I'd lose it right then and there as she came apart in front of me.

Her walls tightened around my fingers. She spasmed and released a low growl under her breath.
She's holding back.
She was waiting for me, but I wanted to watch her, taste her,
feel
her come before I did anything else.

I removed my fingers, and in a hurried voice, said, “Come, Baby. Come for me.”

She gripped at my arms, clawed at my skin, and in a single earth-shattering moment, she came. I licked at her, lapping up her juices as wave after wave rushed over her.

Her palms were flat against the wall behind her. I stood, and careful as to not touch her overly sensitive clit, I guided her down to the bed of hay in the far corner of the stall.

I tore off my shirt, likely ruining it in the process, then removed my shoes, slacks and boxers. With her shirt and bra still on, Terry sat up to get those out of the way as well.

Using our clothing as a barrier between the hay and her skin, I leaned in to kiss her on the lips. She shivered as she trailed her fingertips up and down my arms. She combed her fingers through my hair. She played with the curls at the nape of my neck.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I kissed the front of her neck. Above her breast. Her already erect nipple.

“Many times, but it doesn't hurt saying it again,” she said as she gently caressed my cheek.

“I'm sorry I didn't trust you.” I set a hand on her stomach knowing her clit was still fairly sensitive.

“You did, you just didn't trust everyone else.”

I'm the luckiest guy I know.
Fell in love with my high school sweetheart, and after more than twenty years, she could still surprise me.

I sucked in a hiss of air when slender fingertips touched the head of my cock. Terry moved around in the hay, lining herself up with me.

“We can take our time,” I said.

“You've already taken too long.”

She hugged her arms behind my neck and drew me to her. Locked in an embrace, I guided my cock to her. The heat of her skin was almost too much against the cooler air around us. She was soaked. All it would take was one good thrust.

Terry pressed herself against me, releasing a moan when my cock made contact with her clit. I set a hand on either of her hips and rubbed against her. Teasing her. Grazing her clit every single time.

She kissed my lips. Held me close, and when I was sure she'd never let me go, I thrust inside her. Deep. Deeper.

We both released a heavy breath. For the moment, I didn't move. I waited for her body to meld around mine. Once it did, I withdrew and thrust again. Her body was tight around my cock. Every move I made was a risk. I didn't want to go too fast. Too slow.
Too soon.

I took it slow. Thrusting in when she exhaled and withdrawing just as often. She was so tight, it was fucking amazing. I could just about feel her heart beat against my cock as I thrust harder. Faster. Each time I hit her G-spot, and every single time I was awarded with a low, helpless moan from her lips.

She rocked her hips back. Drew me in even deeper. My breath caught. I wasn't going to last.

I circled her clit with my thumb. Thrust hard and fast. White specs filled my vision. I couldn't hear a damned thing. And as her climax built around me, I somehow managed to hold mine at bay. I held my breath. Grit my teeth. Clawed at the bed of hay beneath her.

Terry moaned, and her eyes flew open. “Mick, I—”

Her orgasm stole her away from me and sent me tumbling over the same edge I'd been teetering on for close to thirty seconds. Wave after wave, second after second, our bodies collided and trembled until we were no more than a collapsed heap of clothing and tangled bodies.

I laid on my side in the hay beside her and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. Her eyes were closed, her breaths short, but the smile on her face told me it was worth it.

I pushed the hair from her face and arced my thumb across her cheek. “You're amazing.”

She cracked an eye open at me and smirked. “You're not so bad yourself.”

I set my hand on her stomach and propped my head up with the other. “So, what do you have planned for tomorrow?”

“Nothing. Why?” She shielded her eyes from the overhead lights.

“Because. I'd really like to do this again before we leave.”

E
rin loves writing out her deepest fantasies, from sexy wereshifters, to strong characters and all things BDSM. But she wasn't always this way. In fact, up until 2011, writing erotica was the furthest thing from her mind. Happily living in a world of fantasy and science fiction, the dirtiest scenes she ever wrote were a kiss between a druid and a dryad along with a skydance between two gryphons.

As uncomfortable as it was, Erin accepted a challenge from her husband to write something new. It started with one word. Two words. Three thousand words later and she was hooked.

She currently lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their small collection of pets.

You can learn more about Erin and her work at: www.erinlark.com