One Week Girlfriend part 1

to doing the right thing and walking away from her.
    But I’m also this close to pushing her inside and tearing that shirt right off her tight little body so I can have her naked and beneath me in seconds.
    “He’s spending the night at his friend’s house.” She opens the door wider, a clear invitation she wants me there. “Please Drew. Come in. You’re getting rained on.”
    She’s right. I am. Even with the slight overhang that covers her front door, I’m getting drenched. And it sucks.
    “Are you sure you want me?” I ask, my voice low. There’s double meaning behind my words. I hope she gets it.
    Fable nods slowly, her lips curving into the slightest smile. “I definitely want you.”
    Without another word, I stride into her apartment, walking right past her. She closes the door, turns the lock as I turn on her. I slip my arms around her waist and pull her in to me, needing to feel her body as soon as possible.
    She surprises me, launching herself at me, her arms going around my neck and her legs curling around my waist. I grab her to keep her in place, my hands gripping her ass. She’s wearing flimsy panties, so thin I can feel her warm, pliant flesh and I groan as she presses her mouth against mine.
    We were last together only a few hours ago. Hell, I was inside her body only this morning. But I feel like we’ve been separated for weeks. Months. Our mouths are ravenous, her hands buried in my hair, holding me close as I stumble around her living room, finally collapsing on her couch with her still wrapped around me. She’s shoving at my sweatshirt, I’m pulling on her T-shirt, and I win the first round, disentangling her from the oversized shirt and whipping it off her body.
    She’s naked save for the panties and they don’t cover much. My cock is hard as steel as I drink her in greedily, my eyes unable to focus on just one thing. The entire package is gorgeous. Sexy as hell.
    And all mine.
    Fable scoots closer, lifting her body a little so her breasts are right in my face. She’s teasing me, those pretty pale pink nipples so close to my mouth. I take one in deep, sucking her, swirling my tongue around the hard bit of flesh. She’s moaning, grinding her hips against me, her hands clutched tight in my hair and I slip a hand beneath her panties to stroke her wet flesh.
    “Oh God, Drew.” She’s panting my name, writhing against me while I continue to stroke her. This is nothing like last night, where we took our time and explored each other’s bodies.
    Right now, I’m frantic, almost out of control with the need to make her come. She moves her hips against my fingers when I sink them deep, her gaze locking with mine as she parts her lips. A shuddering sigh escapes her and then she’s coming, just like that.
    Pride suffuses me as I watch her. I’m thinking like an arrogant prick, but damn that’s a turn on, how easily I just made my girl come.
    Somehow we end up in her tiny bedroom, me carrying her in there. Knocking into furniture in the dark, making her giggle as I drop her onto the bed. Her laughter moves through me, she sounds so happy, so carefree and for a little while, I can pretend I’m the same.
    “Take off your clothes,” she whispers, her eager voice twisting me up inside and she’s reaching for my jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them quickly. She spreads the parted denim wide and reaches inside, her fingers drifting across the front of my boxer briefs and I swallow the groan that wants to escape, backing away from her.
    She keeps touching me like that and I’ll explode.
    Shedding my clothes, I grab the single condom I shoved in my wallet this morning that’s in the back pocket of my jeans and I slip into the bed with her, gathering her close. She’s warm and fragrant and so silky smooth I instantly need to be inside her.
    “Let me,” she whispers, plucking the condom from my fingers and tearing it open. She reaches for me, her slender fingers wrapping around my erection. I roll over on my back and close my eyes, overcome with the sensations her fingers are creating as she slowly strokes me, rolling the condom on so seductively, a shiver steals through my entire body. “I want to be on top,” she whispers and I freeze.
    Adele—she almost always wanted to be on top. It didn’t bother me to have Fable sitting in my lap when we had sex, but riding me…God. I don’t know if I can do it.
    “Drew.” She touches my cheek, startling me and my eyes meet hers. Even