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growl. He hoists me onto the small dining table to one side of the dressing room. His eyes are dark with need, and I can't help it, I shiver .
    His lips find mine, greedy and forceful, kissing me breathless again as his hands work at my shirt, popping open buttons before sliding it off. He makes quick work of my bra just after, and then his mouth is moving down, down, down , sucking and licking and biting my tender skin as he goes.
    I can already tell he’s going to leave marks, black and blue and vibrant. I’m going to need a high collar to hide what he’s doing to me. But it feels too good to stop him, so I don’t, mewling and writhing as he trails down to a breast. He swirls his tongue around one pebbled nipple before sucking lightly. Waves of electric heat run up my spine.
    He dips down to swirl his tongue in my belly button, causing me to squirm before finally moving lower. He drops to his knees, pulling my ass roughly over the edge and tearing my panties off. There’s heat in his gaze as looks up at me.
    “Always wondered if you’d taste as good as you look.”
    Shit . Shit.
    With a feral grin on his lips, he moves in to kiss my inner thigh, ending with a little nip before he moves up farther, farther. Drew has me panting and squirming with anticipation. I haven’t come yet and I need to. I want his cock, but at this point, I’m desperate for any part of him, every part of him. His tongue is long and hot and I want to feel it.
    I expect him to tease after how he made me beg before, but Drew just dives in when his kisses reach the place where my thighs meet like he’s found his next meal, and maybe he has.
    His tongue is even better than I’d imagined it'd be in my teenage fever dreams. At first he’s careful, exploring and circling, finding out just where and how to lick to make me scream, but once he’s discovered how to get me panting, shaking, he does it relentlessly.
    “Drew, fuck, that's so good,” I gasp as my hands find his hair.
    And that’s when he stops.
    I whimper, “Keep going, please?”
    His pupils are blown wide. “Keep telling me how much you want it. I want to hear.” The rough tone of it makes me shiver again and he moves back to continue his attentions.
    “ Drew, Drew, Drew .” His name is my mantra, my prayer. “You’re so good, oh my god, oh my god, please, please, don’t stop again, please .”
    He growls his approval into my core, so I keep going because I need him to help me find that edge.
    He slips another finger inside me and my back arches and, fuck, it’s so good. I say his name again, again, again, a broken chant as his fingers pump, as his tongue moves, and it can’t last, it’s too much. The wave crests and crashes and there’s just heat, just pleasure as I scream wordlessly. My body is made of fire; he’s consuming me and I love it.
    He’s not done with me. As he stands again, I see his throbbing cock and know exactly what comes next as he wipes his mouth and eyes me hungrily.
    “How was it?” I ask, growing bold.
    “I should be asking you that,” he says as he grabs me, hoisting my legs around his waist and moving back across the room to push me against the door. “Why don’t you have a taste yourself and tell me?” His mouth is on mine, kissing me with the tang of salt. I know I’m tasting myself, and it has me thrusting against him.
    “Must like it,” he whispers against my lips. “So did I. But I think you’ll like this more.”
    My eyes are closed, I can’t catch my breath. Fuck, do I need his cock. I hear the rough pull of a zipper through my panting breaths, hear the soft whump of heavy denim falling to the floor as he discards his jeans followed by the tearing sound of a condom wrapper. I know my pleas have not been in vain and he's about to make good.
    “You're mine,” he growls.
    I shiver with anticipation just as I begin to feel what I've been wanting all along. He slides on the condom and the hot, blunt tip of his cock presses