16. Drake
DRAKE
Kimberly was quiet on the ride back to the hotel. She didn't say one word until we reached the room.
She fanned her face. "I need to get out of this coat. I’m already sweating."
"I'll help you," I said.
The lights were dim. She and I reached for the same button at the same time. She drew in a sharp breath.
Pace yourself, Drake. You promised her she's safe with you, and then you go ahead and fuck things up.
"I don't need help with every button," she murmured.
I took a step back, taking off my own coat.
The room looked exactly the way it had before we left, and yet keeping my distance was even harder.
Things shifted between us. She'd opened up, and I’d done the same.
Even though she hadn't said it, I knew it wasn't something she did with many people.
Kimberly liked to keep her cards close to her chest.
As she walked inside the living room, I turned on a lamp. She looked like a sinful dream in the light.
“Let me turn on that one too.” She headed to the smaller lamp next to the makeshift bed.
Kimberly leaned forward, probably to turn on the switch, but somehow lost her balance and fell on my bed. I hurried but couldn't stop her fall. The metal bars squeaked as if they were about to give in. She sat up straight. "Oh my God, what the hell is this thing?"
"A cot," I said, fighting laughter.
"You can't sleep on this. You're going to wake up every time you turn around. I’ll wake up every time you turn around."
"I'll manage," I assured her.
She swung sideways. The bed made atrocious sounds. I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer.
She scoffed. “No way in hell will you be able to sleep on this.”
Kimberly rose to her feet. She peeked into the master bedroom and then turned around, biting her lip. “Drake, it’s not funny. That thing is horrible. I felt wires poking through.” She looked around again, then said, "I have an idea. We can share the bed.”
"No, we fucking can't!" I growled. Is she out of her mind? Doesn't she know what she's doing to me? I didn't even think I could make it through a night where there was a wall between us.
"It's a good idea," she said, disappearing into the bedroom.
I followed her because, apparently, I was incapable of self-control when it came to this woman.
She came out of the bathroom with an armful of towels and robes and got on the bed after toeing off her shoes.
She wanted to kill me; that was her plan. I was sure of it. She moved on the bed, building a wall between the two sides. Her dress made a tearing sound, and the lower part cinched up to her waist.
"Kimberly!" Her name in my mouth was almost inaudible as a groan tore from my chest.
She turned around, desperately tugging at the dress, but she didn’t manage to cover herself before I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were white lace.
"Shitballs," she muttered to herself, still tugging at the dress. Then she gave up and grabbed one of the towels, covering herself.
My eyes were fixed on her legs. I couldn't tear them away.
"Um, earth to Drake," she murmured.
I tried to breathe through my nose and exhaled slowly when Kimberly cleared her throat.
"I think the wall of towels will be enough.” Her voice was shaking. She got out of bed, tugging at her dress again.
I didn't trust myself around her. If she came any closer, I was going to kiss her, and I wouldn't stop at that.
She did come closer. I stood frozen, clasping the doorframe.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I could smell her perfume. It was more pronounced than it had been this morning. She must have reapplied it.
"Kimberly, I can't even promise I'll be able to sleep in the other room, let alone next to you. Do you know what you do to me? How much I want you? How much I've been fighting my instinct to touch you for weeks? I'm losing that fight."
"Drake….” She moved toward me with quick steps.
“If you come closer, I’ll kiss you.”
"Maybe that's what I want."
Something snapped inside me. The need for her intensified, and I wanted to devour her. I kissed her right there against the door, hard and unapologetic, exploring her mouth like I'd wanted to do since that morning on the staircase. I deepened the kiss until she moaned, and my cock twitched.
I was going to make this woman come tonight. She was going to be mine.
Moving a hand down her hip, I grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up. I desperately needed to touch her skin. As I dug my fingers into fabric, a ripping sound filled the air.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked breathlessly.
“No, that was my pantyhose. At least they’re out of the way.”
Grinning, she pushed them down, stepping out of them.
Then I kissed her again, touching her bare skin.
I drew my fingers up her ass cheeks and then back down. Her skin broke out in goose bumps. Changing directions, I traced her outer thighs, slowly moving inward before touching her pussy with the back of my hand.
She was soaking wet. I instantly turned hard. My breath came out in pants.
"Kimberly, look at me."
"Mm-hmm," she said.
"Open your eyes and look at me. I want you."
She blinked her eyes open. I touched her face with my other hand, cupping her cheeks with four fingers and tracing her jaw with my thumb. "Tell me you want this too. Me, here, tonight."
"Yes, I do. God, yes, I do."
It was all I needed to hear. I captured her mouth again, lowering the zipper along her back.
We only stopped kissing for a few seconds, long enough that she could let her dress drop to the floor.
I realized the buttons of my shirt were undone and that she’d partly unbuckled my belt too.
I’d been so lost in kissing her, it hadn't even registered.
She was fucking beautiful in the white lace bra and thong.
"You're gorgeous and sexy. Love your lingerie."
"I love feeling sexy."
I skimmed my hand down her chest, hovering below the hem of her panties. “You’re not wearing it for me?”
"Possibly inspired by you."
Sassy, even when she was soaking wet for me.
"Spread your legs wider."
She parted her thighs but reached forward for my belt, finished unbuckling it, and lowered the zipper. My erection was now rock-hard and painful. Having my pants open was a relief.
I kissed her hard, rubbing two fingers over her panties. She moaned against my mouth. It was the best sound I’d ever heard. I kissed up to her ear, sliding my fingers into her thong, touching her bare flesh. Her groan filled the room.
"I'll make you come so hard tonight, Kimberly.
Again and again." I slowly circled my fingers around her clit while I kissed down her neck as she shuddered in my arms. I moved my mouth even lower, unhooking her bra with one hand and taking one nipple between my lips.
Switching to the other breast, I drew a circle with the tip of my nose on her nipple.
"Drake, oh my God." She moved her hips back and forth. I took the cue. She needed more pleasure, and I was going to give it to her until her legs shook and she begged for my cock.
"I'm going to make you come, beautiful," I promised.
I slid my hand out of her panties.
"No," she protested.
My cock was painfully hard. I took off the rest of my clothes before going down on a knee. I touched her inner thighs with both hands, blowing cold air on her heated skin.
"You're torturing me," she said.
"I know."
She was shaking. I wanted to take her panties off slowly, but right now, I was torturing both of us. I needed her pussy on my tongue. After removing her panties so fast that I heard them rip, I immediately covered her clit with my lips, sucking it in.
"Drake." She grasped the door handle, rising on her tiptoes and pushing her hips forward.
I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled my mouth away from her. "Let’s move to the bed, beautiful."
“Yes. Yes.”
I rose to my feet, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. She crawled to the center of it, pushing the towels off the mattress.
I moved over her, kissing from her collarbone in a straight line down to her navel and then even farther down. She parted her legs, letting her thighs drop sideways. She trusted me implicitly, and it was the biggest damn turn-on.
I covered her clit with my mouth again. She was already close; I couldn't believe she was so on edge.
Taking my mouth off her clit, I moved even farther down.
Pushing my tongue inside her, I pressed my palm on her clit.
She jerked back and forth and exploded beautifully.
I pulled my head back when her hips bucked off on the bed, but I kept my palm on her clit.
I applied pressure, watching her ride out her climax, giving in to it without restraint. Her hair was wild across the pillow.
"I feel like I'm floating," she panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Good. I'm not nearly done bringing you pleasure."
Once her body was lax against the mattress, I kissed up her body, stopping at her breasts.
I lavished the left one with attention, drawing the tip of my nose around her nipple. Then I moved to her other breast and clamped my mouth around the tip, flicking it with my tongue as she moved desperately under me. Her breathing accelerated again.
"Drake!" she cried, gasping when I bit her nipple lightly. She parted her legs even wider.
I claimed her mouth, kissing her hot and deep, putting a hand on the back of her head, wanting to keep her in place. "You're so damn beautiful."
She pulled back, biting her lower lip. "Do you have a condom?" she murmured.
I nodded. "I do. I’ll get it." Moving at top speed, I grabbed my discarded pants and retrieved my wallet, taking out a condom.
"I always thought it was a myth that guys keep a condom in their wallet."
"It's been there for a while. I didn't come here expecting anything, Kimberly." I put the condom on immediately, then crawled onto the bed on my knees.
She did the same, mirroring my position. "You didn't? So all of this wasn't an elaborate plan to seduce me? The room, the restaurant…."