Drew grinned at the sight of Mandy's knickers. She'd been wearing the same combination of white and pink the first time they'd had sex and the fact that she was wearing the same that evening made him chuckle. His hands dragged down over her hips, his lips moving to place a a teasing kiss to her hip. "Are all your knickers pink?" he asked, his teasing tone evident as he bit playfully at the same spot his lips had just kissed. He really didn't mind the colour, he was positive she'd look just as bloody good in any colour, whether it was pink, blue, or green.
Unlike that first time, Drew didn't want to spend all evening mapping out each one of Mandy's perfect curves. Perhaps later he'd take the time. Right now he just wanted her. He wanted to feel her arms holding onto him as he buried himself inside of her, pushing her closer to her release with each deep thrust. No one had ever caught his attention quite like Mandy had and he was absolutely enjoying the affect she had on him.
Knowing just how good those knickers looked on the floor, Drew wasn't at all disappointed in having to remove them. Letting his fingers dip below the waistline, he gently tugged them down over her hips, slipping them easily off of her and tossing the. She was still wearing her bra, but that could be removed momentarily. For the moment, he was much more concerned about feeling her skin pressed against his. Keeling back on his calves, Drew's hand moved to pop open the button before shedding the remainder of his clothes. He loved having Mandy in his arms, but it was just that much better to feel her warm skin pressed against his own.
The feeling of settling between her thighs easily pulled a low, pleased sound from his chest. Bloody hell she was perfect.