Among The Roses

Chapter 21: Moonlight Delight

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--"