Pushing wet locks of hair out of her face, I hold her in the palm of my hands. “Did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No. Not at all. Wow,” she breathes.
“That about sums it up,” I agree, making her giggle.
We finish up in the shower and crawl into her small bed.
“Are you off today,” she asks sleepily, drawing lines over my skin.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yes, thank god. I need to sleep.”
“That sounds like a plan, baby.”
“You’re staying, right?”
“You’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me now.” She sighs then yawns. It’s just about the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Good,” she says as she snuggles deeper into my chest.
I know that I’ll never be able to sleep apart from this woman again. I feel content. Somehow she’s become every damn thing to me. With her in my arms, everything I’ve ever wanted is finally within reach.
Five
Summer
Waking up with Drake plastered against my back is pure heaven, but I need to pee. Unsuccessfully, I try moving out from under him so I can do my lady business and freshen up before he wakes to my morning breath and wild hair.
“No,” he groans, in a sleep muffled voice and pulls me even closer.
Unsure of how to navigate the morning after the best sex of my life, slash the first sex of my life, I nudge him back with my ass, only to be met with his very awake cock. “Oh my god,” I whisper.
He laughs, and oh my freaking hell it’s the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard, then grips my hip hard. “That’s not God, Summer, it’s my dick.”
“Yep, I figured that out all on my own.” I sass back.
“Watch your mouth baby girl, or I’ll have to put something in it to keep you quiet.”
I know I should balk at how he’s talking to me, but it’s really working for me and my tingling pussy.
Drake slides his hand up my rib cage and cups my breast and places open-mouthed kisses against my neck. “Hurry back,” he demands. He rolls over onto his back, the sheet barely covering the hard-on beneath it. When I reach the bathroom, I look back at Drake, who’s watching me intently. Hurry, he mouths, sliding his hand under the sheet. I take care of my needs quickly, knowing what awaits me when I’m done.
I walk back out to my room and find Drake exactly where I left him, his eyes still on me and his cock standing at attention. I go to the foot of the bed and grab the sheet and pull it down until it’s lying on the floor, and my man is laid out for me, slowly stroking his cock. Drake quirks his brow at me, but I ignore him. I know he’s taunting me, calling me on my bluff. I have no intention of letting him win. I curl my index finger, urging him forward.
“Did you want something baby girl?”
“Yes, scoot your ass to the bottom of the bed.”
“You’re a hard woman to please Summer, but I suppose I can do this for you.”
When his ass is to the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees and rake my nails down the top of this thighs to his knees. Still stroking his dick, I look up at him, and he’s looking at me. He’s asking me to trust him.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.
He strokes the back of his fingers against the edge of my face. “I know baby girl.”
“But I want to with you, only you.”
The teasing is gone, and so is the playful lust that urged us on just seconds ago. Now there’s a hunger fueling our desires. Drake guides his long thick cock to my mouth and rubs the head against my lips. I lick the precum and moan at his taste.
“Open your mouth, Summer,” he demands.
I try grabbing his dick as I assume I’m supposed to do, but he backs away and I’m hurt, not understanding this game he’s playing.
“Open your mouth, Summer,” he says again.
I’m tempted to just walk away, already feeling humiliated. Looking into his eyes, I try and figure out the right answer. Yes, Drake is a hard man who has needs, but I see kindness in his eyes as well as something stronger that I can’t place. I don’t think Drake would ever purposely hurt me, and that thought is what has me lowering my defenses and opening my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful baby girl. Now take the head into your mouth and suck.”
I do as he says and he tenses immediately. “Fuck,” he groans.
Unsure of myself, I pull back, thinking I did something wrong. Did I hurt him? “Did I hurt you?”
“Hell, no. Wrap those sweet lips around my dick, baby, and take me down deep as you can go.”
Drake holds his dick for me, and I try again. This time I don’t stop when he tenses. Instead, I do my best to take him into my mouth, but that is hard to do when his dick is almost ten inches long. Bobbing my head, I find my rhythm moving faster and sucking harder, making him curse and wringing the pleasure out of him. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt as confident as I do right now bringing my man pleasure.