More smut.

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Chiara lay under Drew for a few moments, catching her breath. He couldn't see her very well, as there was very little light in the room, and no light came in from outside due to the storm.

"I'm sorry that went so fast," he apologized, leaning down to kiss her, finding her mouth by guess and feel.

"Please, I had a great time," she assured him. "It was so fucking hot."

"It was, wasn't it?" he agreed.

He could see her nodding and hear her hair moving against the duvet under her head. By then he'd softened enough that he slipped out of her, and he rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they were facing each other.

He ran his hand down her back, and this simple action caused her to shiver and tighten her body, arching her tautness into him, letting out a little moan as she shivered and let her breath out against his neck.

God, he was getting hard again, his cock was stiffening against her thigh. And he hadn't even kissed her.

"CC, can you feel what you're doing to me?" he groaned, pulling her closer, cupping her bottom and pressing it against him.

She surprised him by lifting her leg over his hips and turning them so she sat astride him, with him on his back, looking up at the slight glints of the chandelier that hung over his bed. He could see the thick sheaf of her hair as it hung over her shoulder, and he could see the shadows of the snowflakes on the round swells of her breasts as they swung in over his chest, moving up and down as she breathed. He could feel her hot core, still wet from when they'd fucked, pressing on his erection, and the feeling was exquisite.

Then she began moving, slowly, back and forth, rubbing herself on him.

Fuck.

"Oh shit, CC, don't stop doing that, yeah?"

"No way," she murmured with a low laugh, shaking her head slightly, making her hair swing back and forth. "Mmmmm," she moaned. "Feels so good."

Drew reached out and put his hands on her hips where they were spread out over him, so his thumbs were right on her sex, on her sensitive and stimulated clit, which had gotten no release when they'd come together against the door.

"Oh, god," she cried out softly, reaching down to grasp his wrists. Her movements got stronger, and she pressed against him harder, her chin dropping to her chest. Drew couldn't see her face, but he could imagine her face, eyes closed with intensity. She continued to move back and forth, and he could see the silhouettes of her breasts, the nipples protruding in the near complete darkness as her breathing grew faster and deeper.

Her grip was strong, wow, and he could feel her clit under his thumbs, large and swollen, and he could imagine it sitting there, at the top of her sex, glowing like a pink pearl as he stimulated it with his fingers.

He lowered one thumb so it pressed along the tip of his cock, and it slid easily into her pulsing entrance, causing her to draw a deep breath.

"Gonna come, Drew, I'm coming--" Chiara's breath caught in her throat, and he could feel her tightening on him, the most incredible feeling as she stopped moving and remained motionless above him. Her hair stopped swinging and she pressed herself, hard, against his hands, relaxing and pressing over and over until she toppled over onto him, kissing him hard with lips so swollen and hot he wondered if she could even talk.

"Thank you," she murmured, moving down his body as she kissed him, moist, noisy kisses that covered his torso. She bit and kissed his nipples, let her tongue swirl into his navel, and moved down to kiss the tip of his cock before sucking it into her mouth.

To feel it suddenly enveloped in the warmth and closeness and pressure of her mouth was heavenly and ecstasy inducing, and Drew gasped, thrusting his hips up abruptly, unable to help himself.

Drew sat up so he could see, and even in the dim light, he could at least see the faint shape of her body, the lovely narrowing of her waist before it flared to her curvy hips and beautiful, round bottom, which was raised slightly in the air as she sucked on him, making the most wonderful sounds.

"Oh shit, CC, you're good at this," he moaned, grasping some of her hair and stroking her head. "Your throat feels like it's made of velvet, Jesus."

Perhaps as a reward for his words, Chiara went all the way down the shaft of his cock, as far as she could, until he felt the tip of himself hitting the back of her throat, until he felt her gag reflex closing her up in protest as her hand cupped his testicles and she stroked them.

She sucked harder and faster, moving up and down, using her hand to chase her mouth.

Drew's breathing grew ragged as his orgasm rolled closer. It was coming faster than the last one because it was his second, and more out of control, too.

"Chiara, I'm coming, you want me to come out?"

"Mm mm." She shook her head slightly as well, so he went with it, getting a firmer grasp on her hair.

"Okay, here I come, darling, g-g-god, here I come--" and he thrust with his hips, trying not to gag her, but unable to help how hard he was holding her head, because god dammit, it felt so fucking good, shit--

He came for what felt like long minutes, just thrusting and thrusting, making muffled noises with his mouth, feeling rope after rope leave him and shoot off into Chiara's endlessly deep throat, her amazing mouth.

He finally fell back on the bed, spent, letting go of her hair. He felt her release him, and heard her swallow and take a deep breath.

She crawled up to lie next to him, and he wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her deeply, being careful not to act in any way like he was avoiding kissing her or tasting her mouth because of what she'd been doing.

"Wow, thank you for that," he murmured, kissing her forehead after. "That was truly amazing. Bollocks kicking, if that's not an inappropriate phrase to use to describe what you were doing."

Chiara laughed, a delightful sound in the quiet of the bedroom.

"I thought my heart was going to explode out of my fucking chest," he confessed, twirling her hair around his finger.

"Yeah, I've been told I'm pretty good at that particular activity," Chiara admitted modestly.

"Well, you are," he assured her.

"You must be cold," he said after a moment. "Here, get under the duvet--" and he began to pull the blanket over her.

"Drew?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Well, yeah." Drew thought for a moment. "Why, don't you want to?"

Chiara shrugged. "I'm still 'the help,' right?"

Drew sighed with irritation. "I didn't mean that, you must know that, right?"

"But you said it. And you were getting ready to have sex with someone else."

"That's just because I was with Gary and you were--I mean, I was--it was--" Drew stopped, frustrated.

"What? You were, I was, it was what?" Chiara at up on one elbow to look at Drew in the faint light.

"Sod it, I can't explain it, but I didn't mean it, I don't know what else to say, okay?"

"No, it's not okay, I want to talk about it, please."

Drew yanked the blanket up, all of his good feelings gone. "Well, I bloody don't, so can we please not? Can we just get some sleep?"

"And now you're angry," she said, still looking down at him in the faint light.

"Well, of course I am!"

"Why?"

Drew sat up, too, facing where he thought her face was.

"Look, when I'm done fucking a girl, I usually just want her to go. I don't remember who said it, but I don't have an issue finding someone to shag; my problem's always been getting them to go after." He reached out and stroked Chiara's abundant hair.

"So now, for the first time in my bollocksed up life, I find someone that I actually want to stay, and I mess things up so badly that she can't stand the sight of me, and if I'm lucky, I'll get her to forgive me and give me a second chance, yeah?

"But somehow I do, and she does, and it's bloody marvelous, and I think 'yes, I've finally done it, smooth sailing at last,' but no, the minute I think I'm there, she throws my stupid words in my face and reminds me of what a wanker I am."

He flopped back on the bed in disgust. "So yeah, sorry if I'm a little bit annoyed with how things played out." He stared up into the darkness. "It just seems like my fucked up life can't go right for even one sodding minute before some idiotic thing I've said or done rises up to bite me in my dribbling arse."

In spite of the mood of the room, Chiara couldn't help but give a disgusted laugh. "Dribbling arse? Ewww, Andrew Edward Pennington, that's just about the most awful thing I've ever heard!"

"Yeah? Well, hang around me for a bit, I'm sure I'll come up with something even worse," he told her morosely. "You can leave if you want, now I've given you a good shag." He rolled over on his side, facing away from her. "No one in the whole, bloody world would blame you, I suppose."

There was silence for a few seconds, then he heard Chiara sigh.

"Drew? Drew. Turn around, please."

Unwillingly, he rolled over to face her in the near darkness.

"Just because I fucked you doesn't mean I trust you," she began.

"I'm listening," he said after another few seconds of silence.

"There's something in you that seems to enjoy hurting me through your indifference, or your seeming indifference," she said. She reached out to stroke his dark curls, pushing them back off his face. "I don't know why, but you do."

She felt him shrug.

"I don't know why, either," he finally admitted.

"But you know you do it."

"Yeah." His voice was barely audible.

"What are you afraid of?"

Again, she felt more than saw his shrug. "Dunno."

"That's no answer, Andrew."

Chiara felt around in front of her, and let her fingers close around his where his hand lay on the duvet. "I'm okay with going back to my room and calling this what it was, a really hot fuck, okay?" she told him.

"Is that what you want?"

"It depends what my choices are," she said, her voice raw with honesty. "If my choices are to shag from time to time or have you mock me behind my back to your friends and your pretty and stupid groupies, then yes, that's what I want." She squeezed his hand. "But if you're offering more, if you're capable of more, then I want more. Of course I want more.

"So," she released his hand and sat up, her voice quavery with vulnerability, "which is it to be?"

And Drew realized that, as much courage as it took for Chiara to even ask this question, it would take exponentially more courage for her to take him at his word when he responded.

How brave of this girl to sit naked in his bed, no weapons at all, no way to defend herself, and take on faith whatever he would say to her.

Wow.