Something More

by Jenna Tyler

  It's no wonder he's never really had a relationship before. He didn't grow up seeing a loving couple together. Hearing about his childhood and family makes me care for him so much more. I'm actually amazed that he's so loving and caring towards me despite his upbringing. I want to give him all the love he's never really felt from his mother.

  Reluctantly letting go of him, I hobble into the kitchen and get a glass of water. I turn and look at him to see that he's watching me, like he always is. My beautiful stalker. The way he looks at me is just knee-buckling. I don't think I could ever tire of it. I've studied his body, all the dips and curves of his muscles, the lines of his face and the flecks in his eyes. He has to be the eighth wonder of the world and he’s right here, in my little apartment. His hair is a beautiful mess, his eyes light on fire with desire, and he has a sinfully sexy body. My tall drink of sexy fucking water. I zone out while looking at him, thinking about all of his wonderful attributes.

  Drew's movement towards me reels me back in and I refocus. “Did you want something to drink?” I ask. Of course, he's been here all day making himself at home with me and my body so he can probably get his own glass of water. He shakes his head, as he comes to a stop in front of me. Slightly turning to place my glass on the counter, I see his hand grip the counter next to me. Turning back towards him, I notice he has both of his hands on the counter, caging me in. Pinning me down with his eyes, he leans down to kiss me softly on the lips, making my simmering insides a raging inferno.

  “It's getting kind of late for a school night, as you say. I should probably get going soon, especially since I didn't get any work done today.” He leans down to give me another kiss, this time on the corner of my mouth. “And it's your first day of work tomorrow. You should be well rested.” He leans down once more, placing a kiss on the opposite corner of my mouth. He's not going to be going anywhere soon if he doesn't stop being so delicious.

  My hands reach out to grab his waist and I pull him closer, knowing what will press up against my belly. When it gets there, I can't help but let out a little moan. He nuzzles next to my ear and I can feel him breathing. Then he starts rocking himself against me, turning me on even further. “So you're g-going to leave me?” I stutter out. “To my own d-devices?” I smirk, knowing he will remember last night when we were texting about me using my toys.

  Drew whispers in my ear, “You will never have to use those again, baby. I want all of your pleasure to be with me. Mine.” Hearing those words make me hot. My mind is now vacant of anything except taking him. I grab his hair, pull his head back, and crush my lips to his. Plunging through his lips with my tongue, I assault his mouth. I stand up straighter and start steering him backwards, not breaking contact.

  Pushing him down into a dining room chair, I quietly hope it will hold us. I straddle his lap and my hands are in his hair, pulling. He grabs the bottom of my shirt, and I lift my arms up automatically, only breaking the kiss to get the shirt over my head. Drew unbuttons and unzips my jean shorts, making room for his greedy hands. He slides both hands down my backside, scooting the shorts down in the process. One of his hands moves around to my front and slips beneath my panties to my swollen clit. Whimpering at his touch, I start to grind against him.

  I struggle to reach down and lower his shorts, but I manage to spring him free. Shifting backwards off of his lap, I momentarily break the kiss to get my shorts and panties off. This was so much easier when we didn't have clothes on. Drew disposes of his shorts, as well, and now all I can think of is that his naked butt is on my chair. What a lucky chair.

  Straddling his lap again and holding the back of the chair, his thick erection is nestled between my folds. My juices make it very easy to glide against his dick, up and down. I begin working myself into a frenzy, but I want him inside me when I come. Lifting myself up with my legs against the bars on the bottom of the chair, I reach down and grab his cock, rubbing my wetness all over the crown, then position him at my entry. When I quickly drop down. I cry out in pure ecstasy, my head thrown back and eyes closed. Now holding onto the chair for support, I wait a minute to take in his fullness before I begin to ride him.

  Drew just lets me take control. He's supporting my back with his arms and when I finally open my eyes, he looks like he's regaining consciousness. Maybe I should have warned him before I took the plunge? With a half smile on my face, I say, “Sorry.”

  His gorgeous, oceanic eyes are lazy slits, but he manages to turn a corner of his lips up into a tiny grin. “Please. Don't. Apologize,” he huffs out, breathlessly. “Awesome,” he continues.

  Marveling at this feeling, at him, at this connection, I get into a rhythm. With one hand still on the back of the chair, I move the other to the back of his head, tugging his hair so I can look into his eyes. When his eyes are focused on mine, I mouth the words Thank you. I’m not quite sure why I chose those words, but I am thankful. Thankful for him being so beautiful, thankful for him “planning” to meet me, thankful for him bringing life back into me. Thankful for him...period. He has a slightly puzzled look on his face, but doesn't say anything.

  A single tear rolls out of my eye and down my cheek…not out of sadness, but of pure happiness. I don't know what I did to deserve this beautiful creature before me, but I must have done something right. Yet another thing to be thankful for.

  Drew is still looking into my eyes, now with concern. Without taking his eyes off of mine, he swipes away the tear with his thumb and pulls my face to his. He gives me a quick kiss and then moves to whisper in my ear, “Are you okay, baby?” I can't speak. I just nod. And ride. Showing him rather than telling him that I'm okay.

  Now that I'm refocused, I can feel the familiar tingle starting to spread throughout my body. I've gotten to know this tingle well today. I start riding him harder and I feel his muscles slightly tightening. He's on the edge with me, and we’re both about to fall off.

  “Becca,” he says through gritted teeth, trying to wait for me to come with him. My name sounding tortured as it left his lips is all it took for me to jump off that cliff. When I moan, he releases into me. “Mine,” he whispers and squeezes my bottom. We ride it out, letting the orgasm crash through us, unraveling together.

  Afraid to let go of him, I slump down to rest my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath. “I don't know what kind of witchcraft you possess, but please don't break this spell you have on me,” I mumble with a breathy giggle.

  He gives one good, “Hmmph,” that I feel in his chest more than I hear it. “Baby, if I was a witch, you would already be in my bed. For good.”

  Lifting my head up to see him, I pour myself into his eyes. “I don't think there is any other place I'd rather be.” He lifts his eyebrows at me, I’m sure silently asking if I'm serious. I bring my hands to hold his wrists that are still cupping my face.

  With a slight grin, I nuzzle into his touch. “Drew, there is nowhere else I'd rather be than with you. Always.” He starts to say something, but I silence him with a finger on his lips. “I know you know what I'm going to say. Too soon. This all really has been so fast that I'm not even sure if you are real or if I'm dreaming.” My eyes drift downwards and I whisper, “Too good to be true.”

  He lifts my chin up with a finger, recapturing my eyes. My soul. “Not too good to be true. I'm right here, Rebecca. Touching you. Inside you. Feeling you.” He slowly and gently rubs my cheeks with his thumbs. Another lone tear trickles out of my eye and into the palm of his hand. His words are beautiful. Powerful.

  “I feel you. I hear you,” I say, moving a hand to place over his heart. “I see you.” My eyes are now fixated on his, drowning in their depth and beauty. I could get lost there forever and be totally content.

  Taking my hand from his heart, I move it to cup his face. Drew moves one of his hands to my wrist that is holding his face, and he leans into my touch. He closes his eyes briefly. “Mmm.”

  This has been a truly intimate moment. Both of us naked in my dining room chair
, me spread eagle on his lap. Drew, still inside me, watching me fall in love with him. Wait. What? I'm falling in love with him? No. I can't be.

  Resurfacing from the depths of his eyes, I look at him anew. Love? Yes, I believe this is it, but it doesn't seem like the right word for some reason. It seems...inferior. My feelings run deeper than just love. Deeper than a soul mate. What can be deeper than that?

  I cannot tell him about this revelation. It's too soon and I don't want to be the first to say it because that would just scare him away. Well, maybe not him. He seems to be the total opposite of every other guy I've ever met. Although, knowing my luck, there's probably a big neon sign flashing over my head and he already knows. He can read me like a book. It's so aggravating.

  My demeanor must have changed because he drops his hand from my face down to my thigh, sliding it out to my knee and repeating with his other hand. I look down at where his hands are now resting and then look back to him. I move mine to lie atop his. “What's wrong?” I barely get out.

  “Nothing is wrong, Rebecca. Everything is right,” he says in a somewhat annoyed tone. “I just wish you would go with your heart. I know what it is telling you. I can feel it.” Ugh. He knows. I'm not caving, though.

  “What can you feel?” I say, sounding somewhat annoyed myself. “You say you can't read my mind, but you seem to always know how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking. It's very aggravating.”

  “I can feel it. Your emotions. It's like my body is so in tune with yours. You can probably do the same with me if you paid close enough attention.” I grimace. I just don't understand how we can be so connected, so linked, that we can feel each other's emotions. It's not normal. None of this is normal. What the hell is happening?

  “I just don't get it. How this...,” I motion between us, “is happening. It's very surreal and overwhelming. It's unbelievable.” There must be some kind of explanation for the chemistry and connection. There has to be.

  “I really don't understand it, either, but I'm going with it. The pull to you is constant. The connection we have is undeniable. The loss I feel when I'm not with you is almost gut-wrenching.” My eyes go wide. Ever since I saw him the first time, he's really the only thing I think about. I've never really thought about how I feel when he's not with me. I just kind of do what I have to do. But now that I think about today and yesterday…the closeness, the fun, the sex…it’s going to be hard to see him go home. I don't even want to think about him leaving. The thought makes me a little sick and I think I just felt a tiny crack in my heart. I slump down in his lap like a broken doll.

  “Drew…”I pause to gather my thoughts. I don't want him to hear me wrong. “I do think this is going crazy fast. I also think that this thing between us is so right.” His face perks up. “I mean, it feels right and it feels good.”

  “But…?”

  I smile. Of course there's a “but”. I place a hand back on his face, rubbing his stubble with my thumb. “But I want to slow it down.” He starts to say something, but I stop him with a raised eyebrow and a stern look. “Just a little slower. I don't want to go to the next step just yet. I need to do this for my own sanity, even though just thinking about you leaving tonight is making my stomach turn.”

  “I could stay,” he says, quickly. Was that a hint of begging in his voice? Should I let him stay? What can it hurt after the day we've spent together? I already love him and know I will cave in to almost anything he wants. I, at least, need to attempt to be somewhat independent. The strong feeling I have to be with him is like a dependency, and I need to have a life outside of him.

  “I want you to stay the night. Today has been absolutely amazing and I'm not ready to be without you just yet. At least going to work tomorrow will help keep me busy. If you left tonight, I don't think I'd sleep at all.” The smile on his face could light up the sky on the darkest of nights. He looks like he wants to jump up and down. Not a very manly thing to do, but I think I would love to see it.

  Drew slides his hands from my knees to my ass and gives me a squeeze. Cupping his face in both hands again, I give him a kiss. He drags his hands up my back and holds me tight. He starts moving in and out of me again. I know that I'm going to be so sore tomorrow.

  Clutching me even tighter, he stands up with me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me to the bedroom and we continue our first night together.

  Twelve

  When the alarm goes off and I reach to silence it, I can feel the soreness in my body. It's not really painful, but I know it's there. Rolling onto my back, I feel an absence in the bed. Sliding my arm onto the other side of the bed, there is nothing there except a pillow. This is not how I expected to wake up after letting Drew stay the night…against my better judgment, I might add. Thinking I would wake up in his arms, spooning, only to find my bed empty is a little maddening.

  Anger rising…well, maybe not quite anger…I whip off the covers and shuffle over to the bathroom. Still sleepy-eyed, I flip on the light and notice it's steamy. He showered already? I guess he really doesn't sleep much.

  After having done everything I need to do in the bathroom, I head back into the bedroom to get into my scrubs. I pick out a navy blue set. It's like wearing pajamas to work, and I love it. As I'm putting on my white cotton camisole to go under my top, Drew walks in. Freezing in all my actions, including breathing, I take in the sight before me. He is wearing a black expensive suit, tailored to fit him perfectly. Where the hell did he get a suit in the middle of the night? His hair is a neat mess. His smile…absolutely knee-knocking. Freshly shaven face? I didn't notice any men's shaving equipment in the bathroom. I've never seen him with a fresh shave. His bone structure is perfect. Of course.

  Drew approaches me, happy as can be, gently lifts his hand to my chin, and closes my mouth. Damn it! Not again! I've got to stop doing that! A light chuckle escapes him, and then he kisses me sweetly on the lips. “Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”

  Breathe, Bec. Taking a deep breath, I finish putting my cami on. “Yes, I did. Although I didn't wake up as well as I slept.” Frowning, I reach for my scrub top. He grabs it from me and starts scrunching it up to the neck hole. Carefully, he puts it over my head, making sure not to mess up my hair. He then holds the shirt on one side so I can put my arm through the sleeve, then repeats it on the other side. He's just helped dress me.

  Drew bends down and kisses me on the nose. “What happened when you woke up?”

  “You weren't there.” Making a pouty face, I trudge over to the dresser to get my socks out of the drawer. I pad over to the closet to grab my shoes and head over to the bed to sit down.

  He sits down beside me and starts rubbing my back. “I wasn't sleeping so I decided to go ahead and shower. I should've waited for you. I'm sorry.”

  “It's okay. Really. It’s just not what I was hoping for.” I shrug it off, but inserted that little jab to let him know he hurt me a little.

  “I'm sorry baby. I won't let that happen again. I promise.” Sounding very sincere, he gently touches my chin and turns me to face him. “I promise.” He kisses my temple, then stands and offers his hand to me. Looking into those eyes, I take his hand and let him pull me to my feet

  “Am I forgiven?”

  I crack a smile. “I will think about it,” I say, jokingly. “I will see what you can come up with to make it up to me.”

  “Oh, really?” he says, playing my game.

  “No. Not really. I forgive you, just this once. But you can still make it up to me.” Laughing, I grab him behind his neck and pull his face to mine. Hovering my lips in front of his, I slowly move in to kiss him, staring at those lips. So scrumptious. Quickly diverting my kiss, I decide to lick his face. My tongue runs slowly up the soft, smooth line of his jaw, stopping to nibble at his earlobe. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me in to him, right up against his very hard erection.

  “Do you want to be late to work on your first day?” he breathes into my ear.

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p; “No, I don't. But I do want you to think about me while you are at work today.” I bump my belly up against his cock, teasing him. The thought of him walking around all day with “blue balls” does not sit well with me, especially after thinking I may have had a part in giving guys from school that discomfort.

  Bumping him again with my belly, I say, “You may want to take care of that before you head off to work. I don't want you to be...in pain all day.” With an evil grin on my face, I pull away from him and see he has his eyes squinted at me.

  “You are going to leave me like this? That's cold.”

  “I can't be late on my first day,” I tease as I start swaying my hips, sashaying out of the bedroom.

  Arriving in the kitchen and noticing a mug of coffee already made sitting in the brewer, I turn to see Drew standing there, wickedly gorgeous with a very noticeable boner and an equally sizeable smile to match. I bite my lower lip and smile. Trying not to let myself think about what his cock does to me, I look back to the coffee mug. “Did you make me coffee?”

  “I did. See, something good came out of my mistake. All you have to do is add cream and sugar. I didn't know how much to put in.” He gestures in a “ta-da” kind of way.

  “Thank you,” I say, softly. Grabbing the sugar from the cabinet, I see that he's getting the half-and-half from the fridge. We are working together in harmony as if it's been our routine for years. I make him a cup and us some toast, then we sit at the bar to enjoy our breakfast together.

  We finish, clean up our mess, and I grab my things to head out the door. Turning to him, I ask, “Are you going to stay and handle that…,” I peer down at his still ready bulge, “or are you going to torture yourself all day?”

  Smirking, he replies, “I have a feeling that I will have this ‘problem’ no matter what, if all I will be thinking about is you.” He walks up close to me and reaches for my face. He leans down and kisses me tenderly on the lips. “I guess I'd better get used to it.”