AN: Pretty much all smut, okay 😉?

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Chiara let her arms close around the back of Drew's neck, feeling his soft curls moving through her fingers. The truth was that a kiss had never felt so good. She'd been feeling so alone, so lonely, and so sorry for herself. Then Drew was in her bed, smelling and feeling so good, his body warm and firm, his lips soft, his tongue wet and searching. She wanted to just devour him, and let him devour her in return.

She pulled him so he was on top of her, and feeling his weight on her pushed out a moan that she'd been holding inside. The sensory overload of Drew all around her pushed her grief over her father, her loneliness at being in a strange place, all of it, aside, which was what she needed.

"CC?" Drew whispered, endowing her initials with depth and beauty in the way he spoke them as he pulled back to look at her in the faint moonlight.

"Mm?"

"Are you okay? I mean, is this something you want?" He smoothed her hair back off her forehead. "This wasn't what I had in mind when I stayed behind after Ned left, I want you to know--"

She nodded. "Yes. Yes." she lifted her head and kissed him again, arching her back slightly so they had full contact between their torsos. "Please, Drew, I want this, I need this, I do."

"Well, we have a slight problem, then, because I haven't got any condoms," he confessed between kissing her. "In my defense, I had absolutely no fucking idea our evening was going to go this way."

He looked at her mouth and kissed her again, immediately getting lost in the kiss, making a humming noise of satisfaction as he did it, breaking the kiss over and over, making a soft smacking noise each time, like he was tasting the softest, sweetest fruit. As he kissed her, he moved a hand down her side, sliding it slowly down her body, over her round hip, letting it come to rest at the top of her thigh, squeezing as he pressed into her with his pelvis.

The feeling was exquisite, forcing her to press back as she slowly rolled her hips into him and moved her hands up his back, where she could feel his muscles playing under them.

This continued for a while, then Chiara stopped long enough to ask, "Drew? Are we going to stop? Because of, you know, not having a condom?"

Drew again lifted his head to look at her. "Are you daft? I was just going to ask if I could take your top off."

Chiara pushed him off her, surprising him. "Did you just ask if I was daft?" She lifted a leg and straddled him.

He put his hands on her hips and looked up at her with a grin. "I meant it in the nicest possible way, you know."

"Right." Chiara slowly began to unbutton her top. She got all of the buttons undone, but she stopped just before pulling the top off.

"What? What's wrong?"

She just shook her head. "It just occurred to me that, unlike other boys who've seen my tits, you're not going to be impressed just because they're big, you know?" Chiara looked down, her abundant hair hiding her face. "You've probably been with thousands of women with the most gorgeous breasts, haven't you? I mean, you've dated models and such."

Drew sat up, so their bodies were nearly touching, and their faces were very close. "Oh, no, CC, you can't do that to yourself, please. First, I haven't been with thousands of women, it couldn't be more than a few hundred at most, yeah? Though of course, each of them did have two tits apiece, so that would be double the number of mammaries, I suppose--"

Chiara had to look closely in the dim light to see that he was very close to laughing out loud.

"You wanker! You knob! You're making fun of me!" She couldn't stop laughing herself at the expression on his face.

She slapped at his chest, but he grabbed her hands, and captured both in one of his easily, holding both her wrists above her head as she shrieked.

"Drew, stop! Stop! I'm going to wee!"

He opened her pajama top so he could see her front, while keeping her hands above her head. "So, let's take a look at these substandard breasts you're so embarrassed about--" he began. He stopped when he saw them, large, swaying gently in front of her as she moved.

He released her hands and sat back, just looking for a few moments. Then he reached out and ran his hands down her sides, gently stroking them and stopping them moving.

"Wow," he breathed, eyes wide. He leaned forward and kissed first one, then the other, causing Chiara to close her eyes at the sensation of his lips on her.

He leaned back to look at her. "CC, you have absolutely gorgeous tits," he said with a small, sexy smile. He nodded for emphasis. "They're just marvelous." He reached out to touch them, squeezing as he thumbed the nipples, causing them to harden as the flesh around them prickled. "They're the perfect size and shape, soft and normal, and what's more, they're real, which is so wonderful."

"Did you say real?" Chiara gasped, unable to contain her laughter.

Drew nodded, just before he leaned in to kiss her, reaching out with both hands to knead them as he wrapped one arm around her and pulled her as close as he could.

"Oh god," he murmured. "I want you so much, so much."

She pulled his shirt over his head, and feeling her smooth skin against his was intoxicating. He laid them down again, rolling them so she was under them, and he lost all track of time and place, his entire world reduced to this bed and this girl on it.

"Drew? What are we going to do? Are we-- are we just going to stop?" Her voice was breathless, and he could tell from her breathing and how she was moving that she was in a state of heightened sexual tension, that she was turned all the way on.

He smiled against her mouth and shook his head. He waved his fingers and kissed her very aggressively. "We're going to have an oral and digital experience for you today, okay?"

"And what about you?"

And he could hear the apprehension in her voice. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me," he assured her. "Or, if you want, I can take care of myself just fine, with a bit of assistance from you?"

He moved down her body, pulling her pajama bottoms off as he went.

"Chiara?"

"Hm?"

"I find I'm better if you're on top, you okay with that?"

"Uh, okay."

She was a bit hesitant, but she turned over on hands and knees, a little unsure of what to do.

"Don't worry," he reassured her. "Just grab the window sill, just there, like that, yeah. Now spread your legs a bit, there we go--"

He turned over on his back and positioned himself between her legs so he could look up and see her.

"Holy shit, you look amazing like this," he told her. "You have the most luscious, curvy body, CC, god."

Drew wrapped his arms around her firm thighs and pulled her down so he could lick into her. "There you go, darling," he murmured. "You come down and move however feels best to you, yeah?"

"But what if I smother you?" she asked nervously. "What if you can't breathe?"

Drew laughed comfortably. "Not going to happen, promise. Come on, now." He licked into her again, letting his tongue swirl around and press on her clit, enjoying hearing her gasp when he pressed hard.

"CC, you taste great, too."

"Really? What--what do I--what does it taste like?"

Drew could tell she'd never asked this before, and he wondered if anyone had ever performed oral sex on her, or if this was her first experience with this really fun activity.

He licked a few more times, sucking on her in between, before answering.

"Well, it's kind of salty, and tangy, and warm, if warmth can be a taste," he said. "Kind of like the sea?"

"That doesn't sound very good," she said with a laugh, followed by a gasp as he began using his fingers. "Oh my god," he heard very softly.

"Well you're going to have to trust me," he responded, his voice growing husky as he got excited. "It is."

They grew quiet after that, with only the smacking, sucking sounds Drew was making and the gasping, moaning sounds Chiara was making filling the room.

"God, Drew, yes, again, please," she moaned, lowering herself on his mouth as she tightened on his fingers.

He could feel her clit had swollen to at least twice its original size, and he knew she was close to finishing. He inserted another finger, and sped up all of his motions, pushing and pulling and sucking even harder.

"Hmmm," Chiara moaned in a high pitch. It almost sounded like a whine, and she began to roll her hips into his mouth and fingers faster and faster, until she finally pressed herself into his face, really hard, then just relaxed, like some crucial nerves had been severed. He could feel a lot of wetness streaming out of her onto his mouth, and he licked up her wonderful release as quickly as he could. He felt her tense thighs melting like butter under his hands as she leaned back like her bones had disappeared.

"Oh my god," she said again. "That was amazing, Drew, thank you."

She kissed him, putting both hands on his face. "Now your turn, right?"

She lowered her mouth on him and moved up and down a couple of times, but Drew lifted her so he could kiss her again.

"You know, I'm going to come too fast if you suck me off," he said. "I'd rather kiss you and touch your tits, if that's okay? They really are wonderful."

She nodded and smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

Even using his own hand, it was over too quickly. He kissed her, moving his mouth to her breasts and sucking on first one, then the other, but he'd barely gotten going when he felt himself shooting deliciously over the other side.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm going to come already," he gasped.

"Okay, come, then," she encouraged. "You want to come on my tits, then? You want that, Drew?"

He nodded, backing up as she sat up and arched her back toward him.

He felt his orgasm burst up and out of him, and saw and felt the warm spurts shoot out of him in ropey loops, landing on her beautiful breasts, glowing bluish white in the moonlight.

When he was finally finished, Chiara wiped it off herself with his shirt and they lay down together, putting their arms around each other, leaning so their foreheads touched.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, concerned.

"What? Why? Of course," she answered.

"You know, like I said, I came to comfort you because you were crying, not to shag, I want you to know that," he reiterated.

"I know that," she said, nodding. "I believe you." She kissed the tip of his nose. "But you have to believe me, this was exactly what I needed. I was feeling really alone, and really sad, and you made me feel less of both those things, so thank you.

"And I want you to know that I don't have any expectations or anything, okay?" she continued. "I know that we're living under unusual circumstances here, and that this might not have happened otherwise, so if this never happens again, I've collected on my reassurance in advance."

This time Drew leaned forward and kissed Chiara on the tip of her nose.

"I'm not going to lie, CC, I have no fucking idea what we're onto here, but I like it, and I'm going to try to do right by you, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

They fell asleep together, which felt right, but when Chiara woke up in the morning, Drew was gone, and that felt right, too.