Being home free, just like that, seemed way too easy.
And I went with it, because for fuck's sake—didn't we deserve a little bit of easy? Hadn't we earned it?
Apparently, we hadn't, although I didn't realise it right away.
After the dinner party, we stayed inside the house for the next two days.
And Drew basically stayed inside me. It was amazing at first.
My fancy new tux ended up scattered all over the living room and up the stairs, and my bow tie didn't even make it out of the garage. He tackled me to the bed, devouring my mouth, seemingly unable to stop kissing me, even long enough to get my pants off now that kissing was allowed.
Not that it hadn't been allowed before, although it broke my heart a little to be kissed like that, with that amazing mouth, and not be able to enjoy it.
The forty-eight hours plus that followed were a blur of Drew's hands on my skin, his hot mouth, his cock buried in me, his knot filling me to bursting. Sometimes we managed to shower and eat.
