CHAPTER 28

Drew had worn her lucky jacket along with a long-sleeved Henley, which was evergreen and brought out her eyes. Her blonde hair was slicked back, but a piece of her hair kept falling in front of her ear, and Selma wished she’d sat next to Drew instead of across from her so she could reach out and put it back behind the woman’s ear. Then again, she kind of liked that it made Drew look just slightly imperfect.

“How has your knee been doing?” Selma asked, trying to focus on anything other than how good Drew looked.

“It’s been fine. I asked to see my scans, like you suggested.”

“I remember.”

“Oh, right. I already told you that. It’s weird because we talk all the time, but I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks, so…”

Was it only Selma’s imagination, or was Drew a little bit nervous right now? She’d been that way instead of her usual, confident self since Selma had told her that she was ready for them to take the next step in their relationship. Earlier, back at the hotel, after Selma had freshened up in the bathroom, she’d walked back out to Drew spilling a little champagne on the table instead of in the glass. Then, when they’d sat on the bed and ate some food from the cheese plate, Drew had missed her mouth twice. Selma hadn’t laughed because it had been adorable, but she’d wanted to. Somehow, she had Drew more nervous than even she was, and she was the one who hadn’t done this before.

“I was asking more about how it had felt yesterday since you trained on it and we didn’t really talked about it last night.” Selma took a drink of her iced water, chewing on a piece of ice, needing it to help cool her down a little because she’d been dreaming about touching Drew and Drew touching her, well, for years now.

She hadn’t told Drew that she’d done the same thing that Drew had done and confessed to her the other night, but she had. She’d touched herself repeatedly after their phone calls and had gotten herself off with the thought of Drew on top of her, stroking her inside, licking her between her legs, and she had to cross her legs under the table to keep herself together because not only did she want Drew; it had been a while. It had been a long while since she’d last had sex, and while her ex had been a good guy – the best in bed, he hadn’t been, even though he’d tried and hadn’t ever been impatient about it when it had taken her time to come. Sometimes, she’d also faked it and felt guilty, but he’d been trying so hard, and nothing was happening for her.

As she was just looking at Drew right now, though, Selma knew that if she touched herself, she would come in a few seconds. She also had a feeling that whenever Drew actually touched her, she’d make her come; and it wouldn’t be a small orgasm that she’d barely feel, either. Somehow, Selma knew that when Drew made her come, it would be explosive.

“It was fine yesterday,” Drew replied.

“What was fine?”

“My knee. The thing you just asked me about.” Drew lifted an eyebrow at her. “You okay over there?”

Selma had been caught, so she decided to embrace it and see if she could make Drew nervous again. She leaned over the table and dragged her index finger along Drew’s forearm.

“No, I’m not, actually.”

“You’re not? Is your food not–”

“I’m done with my food. Are you?” she asked, repeating the motion with her finger as Drew watched on.

“Yeah, I’m good. Did you… I mean… Dessert?”

“No,” Selma replied, shaking her head. “I want you.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“As… your dessert?”

“Yes,” Selma repeated.

“Oh,” Drew said.

“Can we get the check and get out of here, please?” Selma asked, turning Drew’s hand over now and putting her own into it. “If you don’t want to, we don’t–”

“I want to,” Drew interrupted and raised her hand in the air for the waiter to see from where he was standing by the bar. “Yes. Let’s get out of here.”

Selma ran her fingertip over the inside of Drew’s wrist. She now felt more confident about this decision, making love with Drew, than she did about the fact that she was one of the best snowboarders in the world.

“Can we get our check, please?” Drew asked when the waiter approached.

“Here you go,” Selma added.

Drew looked shocked then because Selma had her credit card held out. She’d only brought that and her ID, along with her phone and the extra room key that Drew had given her, because she hadn’t wanted to carry a bag with her.

“You don’t need the check?” he asked, taking the card from her.

“Nope. Just put it on that. Thanks,” Selma replied.

He walked off.

“You really want to get out of here,” Drew noted.

“Yes, I do,” Selma confirmed.

The drive back was a short and quiet one, which Selma was grateful for. Still, they were in an SUV this time, sitting in separate seats, so holding hands would’ve been awkward, and Selma didn’t like that they weren’t touching. When they got out of the SUV, Drew took her hand, and they walked into the hotel side by side, still in silence as they headed up in the elevator. Drew unlocked the door for them, letting Selma go in first, and then closed the door behind her.

“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay. If you change your mind at any time, it’s okay, too, obviously. I just–”

“Are you nervous?” Selma asked.

“Yes,” Drew replied.

“Shouldn’t I be the more nervous of the two of us?” Selma checked.

“Well, one of us has to keep it together, and it’s apparently not going to be me, so…”

“Then, I’ll repeat what you’ve just told me.” Selma moved her hands inside Drew’s jacket and slid them up to the shoulders, pushing at it until Drew got the idea and let it fall off her body and onto the floor. “If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay.”

“I haven’t. I just want this to be perfect for you, Selma.”

“It will be.” She removed her own coat and set it on the chair next to them. “It’s with you.”

Drew reached for her then, pulled Selma into her own body, and said, “I’ve wanted this for a while now. When I was at the resort, you were so hot in those business suits. God, that pencil skirt with the slit… had me wanting to do things to you.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Take you into that back office you kept disappearing into, push you up against a wall or a desk, and do all sorts of things to your body so you’d come hard over and over.”

“God, Drew…” Selma uttered and reached for Drew’s shirt, pulling it up and off Drew’s body. “Yes, to all of that.”

“Well, we’re not in that back office, so…”

“We’re here. There’s a wall and a desk.”

“You don’t want slow?” Drew checked. “We should have slow first, right?”

“We should have what we want. What do you want right now?” Selma asked.

“You. All over this room,” Drew replied.

Selma looked into her eyes and then down at the sports bra, which, she’d noticed, Drew pretty much wore all the time. Her nipples were peeking through, and Selma lowered her mouth down to lick one through the fabric.

“Oh, fuck,” Drew let out.

Selma looked back up at her and saw that Drew’s eyes had darkened slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Drew stated, and something seemed to turn on inside her then because she pulled off her sports bra and reached for Selma’s sweater, taking it off next and turning them around until Selma was standing in front of a wall, but not pressed to it. “This okay?” Drew asked.

Selma couldn’t take her eyes off of small but perfect breasts, so she just nodded because she had no idea what Drew was talking about. The next second, Drew’s hands were on Selma’s shirt, taking it off, and Selma was frozen until Drew leaned in and captured her lips. Then, she realized that she needed to move, too.

Drew had an arm against the wall behind Selma, with her palm pressed to it. Selma put a hand on that arm, feeling Drew’s tight muscles and growing wet just thinking about Drew pushing inside her. Drew’s tongue dipped into Selma’s mouth as her other hand deftly unclasped Selma’s bra. Before Selma knew it, that, too, was on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes they’d already lost.

Drew didn’t stop, though, and proceeded to unbutton Selma’s jeans next. Selma realized she’d need to kick her boots off for the jeans to be removed. She began moving her legs until she finally had the shoes off, and Drew must have removed her own at some point because Selma felt a socked foot moving up and down her calf.

When Drew moved her lips to Selma’s neck to suck at the flesh, she pushed her hand inside Selma’s jeans, but over her panties instead of under them.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispered against Selma’s ear.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Selma replied.

Drew sucked on her earlobe, and her index finger dragged from Selma’s entrance up to her clit. Selma gasped at the expected yet totally unexpected caress and wanted more. She pushed down on her jeans as if to indicate that fact, and Drew seemed to understand. She moved back a little and pushed down on the jeans until they were around Selma’s ankles. Drew stayed down, too, kneeling on the floor, pulling them the rest of the way off before she stared up at Selma. Then, she gripped Selma’s hips and pulled her toward herself, nuzzling her face into Selma’s center, and when her tongue pressed into her, Selma nearly lost it.

“God, yes. Please.”

“You don’t want me to fuck you against this wall first?” Drew asked.

“I want all of it,” she replied. “But I’ve been dreaming about your tongue on me.”

“You want me to lick you?” Drew asked and moved her tongue over Selma’s panties.

“Yes, please. God, Drew.”

Drew pulled down on Selma’s panties just slightly and ran her tongue along the flesh she’d revealed.

“Like this?”

“Yes, but lower.”

“Lower?” Drew teased and lowered the panties a bit more, licking a little harder this time. “Like that?”

“Please,” Selma said, not caring if she sounded desperate.

Hell, she was desperate. She had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Drew in this moment.

Drew yanked the underwear down and let them fall to Selma’s ankles. Selma kicked them off one foot and left them around only her right ankle, spreading her legs for Drew’s waiting mouth. She watched as Drew licked her lips and spread her, taking Selma in, and Selma wasn’t at all self-conscious for maybe the first time in her life. She could see the desire in Drew’s eyes; all over her beautiful face. Drew wanted her. She needed her. And that gave Selma all the confidence that she needed to ask for what she wanted.

“Please,” she repeated and placed her hand gently on the back of Drew’s head, giving her a tiny push toward where Selma needed her.

Drew met Selma’s center with her nose first, moving it around a little and maybe breathing in Selma’s scent. Selma knew she was wet. She had been since she’d sipped champagne with Drew and noticed how nervous Drew was about doing this. That Drew was gone, though, replaced with the take-charge, gorgeous, sexy woman on her knees in front of Selma. Drew’s mouth hit her next, and Drew wasted no time. Her hands tightened around Selma’s hips, and she sucked Selma’s clit into her mouth hard, moaning as she did.

“Oh, God,” Selma uttered.

She went to remove her hand from Drew’s head, not knowing where else to put it, but Drew leaned back.

“Leave it. Put me wherever you want me.”

Drew leaned back in, and Selma pressed the woman to her harder.

“Oh. There,” she let out as Drew sucked on her clit. “God, yes.” She went back to the wall and left her hips out a bit so that she could rock them against Drew’s face.

Drew seemed to like that because she grunted a little, and one of her hands moved around to Selma’s ass, cupping it hard as she licked Selma over and over again. When her other hand moved down the front of Selma’s thigh, though, Selma knew what was about to happen. She spread her legs farther apart before she lifted one over Drew’s shoulder. She’d never done this before, had sex against a wall, but so far, it was already the best sex of her life. Drew’s hand was between her legs, and there was a finger waiting for Selma’s permission.

“Yes! Yes!”

Drew slipped inside her and curled that finger before she pulled it back out.

“More,” Selma requested.

Drew pushed back in with another finger, and Selma knew she’d have to adjust to take more than that, but this felt so good, she didn’t want Drew to do anything to take it away, even for a second.

“God, don’t stop,” she said as Drew pumped inside her.

Drew moaned her response, vibrating Selma’s clit as she continued to massage her ass and lick her over and over again.

“Please,” Selma said. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Just… take me.”

Drew’s thrusts went harder and faster then, and even deeper somehow, while her mouth engulfed Selma’s clit, and she sucked. Drew’s other hand also moved around, and Selma felt it resting more over the middle of her ass before Selma pressed back against the wall, and she felt pressure there.

“Oh,” she said, realizing that that move had put the side of Drew’s hand between her asscheeks, applying the perfect amount of pressure while Drew fucked her. “God, I’m coming!”

Drew kept her hand there, likely knowing what it was doing to Selma, whose hands were both on the back of Drew’s head now, keeping her in place as she rode Drew’s face.

“Oh, wow,” Selma said when she started coming down.

Drew licked her a few more times and kept her fingers inside but didn’t move them.

“That was…”

Drew looked up at her.

“God, babe. That was so good.”

“I want to do that again,” Drew replied.

“I don’t think I can go again right now.” Selma chuckled a little as she pushed Drew’s hair out of her face.

“No?”

“I can barely stand.”

“And if we lie down, can you go again?” Drew asked.

“What about you?” Selma checked.

“I can wait. I just… I don’t want to stop touching you.” Drew stood up and ran her hands along Selma’s body. “Lie down for me, and let me worship you, please. That’s what I want right now.”

Was that Drew not worshipping her before? Selma felt pretty worshipped already. Still, she did as Drew requested and moved to lie down on the bed in the middle of it, not knowing where Drew would go.

Drew was still half-dressed as she stood at the end of the bed, before she started undoing her jeans and dropping them to the floor. When she stood back up, Selma saw that she’d removed her underwear, too.

“So beautiful,” Selma whispered. “Come here.” She held out her arms.

Drew kicked everything off and climbed on top of her, kissing her immediately, and Selma loved tasting herself on this woman’s lips. Drew settled between her thighs then, and Selma felt her there for the first time.

“Are you…” She wasn’t sure why this question felt silly on her lips, but she finished it anyway. “Are you wet?”

Drew hovered her lips over Selma’s and said, “Feel for yourself.” She lifted her hips enough to allow Selma’s hand to move between their bodies.

Selma reached between Drew’s legs and found her clit with her fingertip.

“Fuck,” she said. “You’re soaked.”

“Yes, I am. And if you keep doing that, I’ll come, baby. God, don’t stop.”

Selma hadn’t even realized what she’d started doing on impulse. She was stroking Drew’s already hard clit, and since Drew asked her not to stop, Selma would not be stopping anytime soon.

“God, that feels good. Please…”

“I won’t stop,” she confirmed.

Drew kissed her hard, and Selma kept up her stoking. Then, she felt Drew’s hips move, though, and it became hard to keep up the rhythm. When Drew shifted forward a bit, Selma’s finger landed on her entrance.

“There,” Drew said. “God, please. I need you inside.”

Selma pushed inside her and pulled back out, adding another finger that she knew Drew would need. Then, Drew began rocking against her fingers, and Selma’s palm pressed to her clit while Drew kissed her until that kiss grew messy, and Drew moved her face to Selma’s neck.

“I’ll worship… you… in just… Oh, fuck!”

Drew came on her hand, and Selma opened her own mouth wide as she felt the muscles clenching around her fingers, which were also now covered in a fresh coat of wetness.

“Don’t pull out,” Drew requested a moment later when she’d come down, breathing hard against Selma’s neck. “Please.”

“I won’t,” Selma replied, and she ran her hand over Drew’s back.

“I like you there,” Drew added.

“I could feel you.”

“Feel me what, babe?”

“I could feel you clenching around my fingers. God, it was so good, Drew. I want that again.”

“Just give me a minute, and I’ll give you literally anything you want.” She kissed Selma’s shoulder.