“I need to see you, all of you. May I?” He trembled as he asked, his arms straining to hold his body over hers.
She smiled. The power she had over him overwhelmed her. “Only if you’ll return the favor.” Where was she getting all this bravery?
She watched as he whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His chest rippled with muscles. Deep-bronzed skin stretched across his impressive pecs. She reached with tentative fingers to graze the tips across his chest. When she reached his nipple, he flinched.
She lifted her gaze. “You don’t like that?”
“Oh, baby, I love it. You’re going to kill me.”
She smiled and continued to dance her fingers down his torso. He obliged her by holding himself above her enough to allow the examination.
His legs straddled her body, and when she reached the edge of his jeans, she could clearly make out his cock. With both hands, she boldly popped the zipper. She licked her lips as his dick jumped free of his pants, startling her, as though it had been too contained for too long.
“You do that to me, baby,” he whispered.
She stroked the tip with one finger, and a drop of cum leaked from the head. Brazen beyond her imagination, she dipped her index finger into the moisture and brought it to her lips. When she sucked his flavor from her finger, the salty, tangy taste that was all his, he moaned. “Baby…”
Again she sensed her power. This was nothing like she’d imagined. Nothing like the only episode in her life that had taught her anything about sex. Had that experience been the minority instead of the other way around?
God, I hope so.
“Take your jeans off, Drake.” She wanted to see all of him. Needed to on a primal level.
He sat back for a moment and wriggled free of the denim. “Are you going to stay clothed?” he teased.
She glanced down at herself and bit her lip.
“It’s okay. I’m just asking. A guy needs to prepare himself.” His wry grin made her giggle.
“Maybe. Let’s just see what happens, shall we?” She came only just short of batting her eyes.
He climbed up next to her and lay down on his back. With his arms, he gestured toward his body. “It’s all yours. Explore away.”
She glanced down and watched his cock bob up and down as he settled against the sheets.
Fortifying herself, she stroked the length from the base to the tip. Was it cliché to wonder how the hell it was going to fit inside her? And what did it say about her that she wanted to do just that as soon as possible?
She knelt next to him and grazed her fingers over his torso and chest before returning to his cock. It seemed to grow harder as she stroked it.
“It’s not fragile, baby. You can grasp it with your hand.” His words were clipped, and when she glanced up at his face, she found his eyes half closed and his mouth hanging open.
Kenzie wrapped her hand around the shaft. Her fingers barely touched. She squeezed gently, learning the feel of his smooth skin, the hardness beneath it, and the heat that radiated into her palm.
He moaned when she let her hand slide from the base of the shaft to the tip. As she released him, he grabbed her wrist. “That’s enough. You can’t do that again, or I’ll come.” He growled.
She smiled at him. “Isn’t that the idea?”
“Not yet.” He sat and flipped her onto her back so fast she lost her breath. “My turn.”
She giggled, a nervous sound that sobered her when she heard it.
Drake pulled her shirt over her head and stared down at her lace bra. He traced the edge along the center with one finger until he dipped the digit inside and flicked her nipple. “Take this off,” he muttered. “I want to see you in the light of day.”
She leaned up on her elbows and reached behind her to flick the hook. The lace fell away from her instantly, and she shrugged out of the straps. Flopping back against the sheet, she felt the chill of the air wafting over her skin.
“So smooth.” He traced a line around her chest as though connecting the numbers on a dot to dot. She had no idea where he would trail next. Each line was a surprise.
As he clasped one globe in his hand, he dipped his head to suck the other nipple into his mouth. She moaned, remembering this feeling from last night. Wetness pooled in her panties, and she squirmed to press her pussy against the seam of her jean shorts.
Drake released her breasts, straddled her body, and hovered over her. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she watched his cock bob above her waist. A drop of moisture eased from the tip and landed on her bare stomach.
When he stroked himself, she gasped. He was so gorgeous and confident. She wanted that strength inside her like a drug. She’d never needed anything so badly before.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” He froze, squeezing the shaft near the tip.
“Positive. I need you inside me.” She shivered when she spoke the words. Fear crawled under her skin.
Drake scooted down her body, popped the button on her shorts, and dragged the zipper down. It sounded loud in the silent room. Definitive.
She lifted her torso as he tugged the denim and lace together over her ass and down her legs. When he tossed them aside, he glanced at her face. “You can still say no at any time, you know. Nothing is mandatory. Just because we start this process doesn’t mean you have to be committed to going all the way, Kenzie.”
How did he know those were the exact words she needed to hear?
She swallowed and nodded at him. Moisture pooled in her eyes at his sensitivity to her needs and fear, but she didn’t let the tears fall.
For moments, he sat beside her and danced his fingers over her skin. Gentle, dainty touches that reached into her soul and made her crave more. Why didn’t he reach between her legs?
“So gorgeous, baby. I love your skin.”
She stared at his face and then down at his fingers where they trailed paths around her nipples again. With each passing minute, she needed him more. And she began to realize his intentions. “Please, Drake…”
“I’m getting there. I want to go slow. We aren’t in a race here.”
It seemed like a marathon to her. She clenched her butt cheeks to try to keep from squirming. The friction would intensify the need between her legs.
Finally, he moved down to her thighs, just the tips of his fingers driving her insane. He drew circles on her skin, inching up and up until he was so close to the juncture of her thighs.
She gripped the sheet again with both hands. She couldn’t touch him because she didn’t have enough brain cells to communicate with her arms. All her energy was focused on her pussy.
When he crawled down the bed, her eyes shot open at the loss of contact.
“Spread your legs for me, Kenzie. I want to see you.”
She shook, her entire body in tremors, but she did as he said, opening her legs several inches.
It wasn’t enough for Drake, apparently. He pressed her knees apart with both hands and climbed between her legs. She gritted her teeth as he let his gaze land between her legs and then shuffled lower until he lay on his chest between her splayed thighs, his face inches from her sex.
What the hell?
Her exposure level amped up ten notches as he stared at her most private parts. Even if it had been dark, she’d have gasped, but it was the middle of the day.
She squirmed backward to give herself some distance, even though she realized she was hornier than ever under his gaze.
“Don’t.” He set a hand on her thigh. “I want to look at you.”
She froze. Her need to please him overshadowed her need to squeeze her legs together against his perusal. Her knees shook as he pressed them open wider. “Drake, I…”
“You’re so fucking sexy. I love this.” He touched her mound. “You shave.”
She flinched when his finger tapped her pussy. She couldn’t form the words to respond to his comment. Her sisters shaved. They told her it felt good to be smooth. So, she’d done it too. They’d been right.
Oh… God…
She tipped her head back when he stroked a finger through her lower lips, drawing out the moisture pooling between them.
Instinct drew her knees together, but Drake caught them and pressed them open.
“Drake—”
She was cut off when his tongue landed on her pussy and dragged up through her arousal and over her clit in one long swoop. “Delicious.”
She grabbed his head with both hands, pushing him away from her center.
Holy shit.
She couldn’t think with him licking her pussy.
He did it again. And again. Until she needed to come so bad she bit her lip.
Just when she was about to beg for relief, he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the swollen nub rapidly.
Fuck.
She released his head, partially because she couldn’t hold on to him any longer and partially because she didn’t want him to stop.
Her heart beat rapidly. She flung one arm over her eyes and concentrated on the intense sensations in her pussy. She squeezed the muscles inside her channel, grasping at nothing and wishing he would fuck her senseless.
She also wanted him to keep doing whatever magical thing he did with his tongue. If he never stopped that, she’d be a happy woman.
Her torso shot off the bed when he pressed two fingers inside her without warning. He didn’t relent. Instead, he rocked with her up into the air, not releasing the suction on her clit.
His fingers dragged over a spot inside her that must have been her G-spot.
Heaving for air, she tensed, her entire body rigid and her pussy clasping around Drake’s fingers. She came. So much harder than she had this morning. That had been a teaser. This was the real thing.
On and on she milked his fingers, feeling the grasp of her pussy and the throbbing of her clit. When the feelings finally subsided, she relaxed into the mattress, still jerking involuntarily as the aftershocks racked her body.
Drake licked one long line across her pussy and lifted his gaze as she stared at the juncture where he’d taken up residence.
She flushed, feeling the heat rise across her cheeks. She’d just come—hard—on his face.
“That was so beautiful, baby.” He stroked her thigh. “I’ll never tire of watching you come. It’s so raw. I love how you lose yourself in the pleasure and enter into your own little world.”
She flushed deeper, the heat bringing sweat to her brow.
His words made her self-conscious and raised her arousal once again at the same time.
Drake climbed up her body until he rested on top of her. He held his chest up with his elbows, and his cock rested against her pussy.
God, she wanted him. Could she do it? Now? Let him take her, claim her, mate her? It was forever. There was no going back. What if she hated sex? Would he still want her if she didn’t enjoy the act?
Good grief, Kenz. Do you really think that’s a possibility after that orgasm? You know you’re going to lose your mind when he gets inside you. Just because other people don’t like having sex doesn’t mean you won’t. It might be marvelous.
Oh, who was she kidding? It was going to be so fantastic she’d want to do it again and again. And she couldn’t wait another second.
In fact, she detested that she’d ever been so tarnished where it came to sex. It hadn’t been her fault. She’d been unduly influenced. Had she become misinformed by what she’d witnessed? Four years she’d feared this day. And now she doubted all the reasons why.
Drake adored her. He’d done nothing to tarnish that reputation. And she wanted him more than she wanted her next breath.
“What are you thinking so hard about, Kenz?” he whispered, nibbling across her chest and up her neck.
“I want you to claim me. Now, Drake. Do it now.” She didn’t want to lose her resolve.
He lifted his head and narrowed his gaze at her. His cock pulsed against her pussy. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you. This is for life. There’s no going back. Once I claim you, you’re mine. Forever. Do you understand that?”
She nodded.
“Say it out loud again.” He smiled. “I want to hear it.”
“Claim me, Drake Spencer. I can’t stand not belonging to you for another minute.” Did she just say
belonging
? She was so screwed. Literally.
Drake reached between their bodies with one hand and held himself aloft with the other. He positioned his cock at her entrance and rubbed the tip through her wetness. “It’s gonna hurt just a bit at first, baby. Look at me…” He waited for her gaze to land on his. “I’ll go slow. Tell me when to stop. I don’t want to hurt you. It will only last a moment, and then you’ll feel so good as your pussy stretches around me.” His arm shook with the effort to hold himself off her.
“Shut up, Drake. Do it,” she demanded.
She’d heard all that before from other girls. She didn’t need an anatomy lesson right now. She needed his cock inside her pussy. Now.
He grinned and pushed just the tip inside before he eased back out. On the next pass, he went a fraction farther, his eyes glazing over. Again, and he squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips as though in pain. She imagined it was pleasure instead, or his concentration to avoid pressing into her too fast.
On the next entrance, she lifted her ass off the bed just as he entered her, impaling him in one thrust. She sucked in a deep breath at the pressure. Slow hadn’t been her desire, but holy fuck, he was huge.
Remaining fully seated, Drake lowered his body to the bed as she did and held steady. He brushed loose hair from her face and kissed her lips. “Baby. God. You okay?”
“Yes,” she mouthed. Had he heard her?
“So tight. So fucking tight. Jesus.” His jaw was rigid.
She gripped his biceps and squeezed as she concentrated on the pressure, the delicious feeling of being filled by him. “Move,” she finally whispered when she needed more.
Slowly, as though she were a delicate, blown-glass ship, he eased out of her and then back in. When he did it again, she felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. It drove her to move with him, rock up when he came down. The rhythm seemed so natural, as though rehearsed.
And the pressure inside her built, needing to explode. The detonation would be so welcome. She just needed a little more … something. Desperately.