DREA (GxG)

13. {I see you}

I moaned, opening my eyes. I could feel the hands on my body roaming. It's touch, gentle. They caress down the length of my body, running over my breasts, my stomach, and then down my thighs. I realised I was on my back but as quickly as that realisation sunk in, my legs were flung apart and the sudden realisation that I was naked struck me. The hands on my thighs migrate to hold my legs apart. They don't feel big, but they don't feel small either. They're just amazing, igniting flames of desire. I pulled myself up to see, but before I could behold who was manhandling me; I felt the rough swipe of a tongue against me.

My heart slammed. Adrian has never done that before. I asked him not to, so he knows not to do it, but it feels so...

My hands gripped the sheets as I fell back against the bed. Soft moans perfumed the air as desire took me over and rocked my body. I felt it building quickly, and then just as quickly, I was threatening to fall off my edge.

"That's it, Princess." I hear them say. "Be a good girl and come for me."

I know that voice. I looked up to investigate and our gazes met. Those big light brown eyes. Those lips but that long wavy black hair. My heart pounded, stomach folded, toes curled, and walls clenched as I moaned my release. "DREA!"

"...Drea."

"Hmmm?"

My eyes flew open to find her lying on her stomach beside me. Face to face we laid. Her eyes were still closed, an idle finger resting against the inner corner of her eye but it didn't take away from how captivating she was laying there, stealing sleeping beauty's job. I settled back against the pillows as my racing heart went back to normal and just watched her. She had long lashes and thick eyebrows that weren't very thick at all. They were just very dark and beautiful.

"What were you dreaming about?"

My heart sped up and my eyes widened at her question. "NOTHING!"

"That's why you were moaning my name? Over nothing? Did you know you just had an orgasm?"

My face burned as I rolled over onto my back, hiding behind my hands. "I'm sorry."

"What did you dream about?" She asked again.

I glanced at her and saw that her eyes were opened and scrutinising me. The desire to just liquidise into the sheets overwhelmed me but it didn't happen. My head pounded. "Uh... I literally am not going to tell you, Drea. Because, if I tell you, you're going to leave.......and I don't want you to leave. So, I'd rather just keep it to myself."

She was silent for a while and every time I glanced at her through my peripheral, she was staring at me, but she said nothing. I feel her hand wrap around my shoulder, coaxing me onto my side. "Look at me please." I helped her out, turning to face her. "Talk to me."

I shook my head. "No."

She stared at me, her expression, half-guarded, and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. The war going on in her head was evident. A storm of her emotions and thoughts flickered across her eyes one after the other and sometimes conflicting. Her inner turmoil was heavy and more evident the more she laid before me taking down her walls one brick at a time. Then with a deep sigh, I visibly saw it completely crumbled, leaving her vulnerable. Naked. Much like Valentine's night only now, she was completely sober.

"A good way to encourage another person to open up to you is if you do the same, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah."

She nodded. "Alright. Thirty-six." She started carefully.

"Thirty-six what?"

"That is the count. The number of women who I've slept with without even the promise of a relationship or a callback." She held my gaze as she opened up. "The furthest things would go is breakfast the morning after and that usually doesn't include food."