16. Drake #2
I cupped her face with one hand and her ass with the other, bringing her close until my cock was trapped between us. She gasped.
"Not the room, not the restaurant. None of it."
I licked her lower lip, pulling it into my mouth before kissing her hard and relentless. She gripped my cock at the base, but instead of sliding it inside her, she rubbed her clit against the tip. Damn, she was sexy.
I pushed her back on the bed, positioning myself so that now I was gripping my cock. But I wasn't just rubbing her clit with the tip. I was also pushing the length of my erection up and down her entrance. She gasped, gripping the pillow under her head with both hands, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Drake, this feels so good."
I liked watching her react to me. A flush spread from her cheeks down to her neck. She tightened her grip on the pillow, arching her back. Her entire body pulsed. She wouldn't last long.
I shoved a hand between her lower back and the mattress, keeping her in place as I pushed my cock inside her.
All I wanted her to remember about tonight was this bond we'd created—both inside the bedroom and outside.
She climaxed the next second. I let go of her, pulling a few inches away, giving her just enough space to writhe and enjoy the wave. Seconds later, I drove in harder.
"Fuck," she gasped. "Drake."
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. This felt incredible, out of this world.
She was tight and perfect around my cock.
I wasn't gentle as I pulled back and slid in quicker, harder, needing to wring out every drop of pleasure.
I knew she was very sensitive and that her senses were heightened from the previous two orgasms.
"How does this feel so good?" Her voice shook. She pinched her eyes closed as if she was already incapable of processing all the sensations.
Energy zipped through my body, starting at the base of my cock up to the tip.
The muscles in my arms and ass muscles burned from the effort of chasing my release.
I needed it. But first, I wanted to see her come again.
I needed to know she was completely satisfied, completely happy, before I gave in to my own desire.
I drew my mouth from her neck to her collarbone and then back up her neck, kissing under her ear.
"Come for me, Kimberly. Let go."
"I'm going to fall apart," she whispered in my ear.
"I know. I'm right here with you."
She squeezed her inner muscles, and my vision faded for a few seconds before I could focus again on her beautiful face.
Sweat dotted her temples, and her hair was a complete mess.
She'd never looked more beautiful to me as she came for the third time.
Her cries were loud and primal. I listened to them for a few seconds before clasping my mouth over hers, drinking them in while I gave in to my own release.
My whole body shook. I'd never come this way before. I’d given this woman all I had.
Pulling out of her slowly, I watched her try to get her breathing under control as I sat at the edge of the bed, getting rid of the condom. She blinked her eyes open, turning onto one side, resting her head on her elbow, and looking at me.
"I have no words," she said after a while with a sly grin. I leaned in, kissing the place between her shoulder and her jaw. She giggled. "Hey, you're tickling me. Besides, I'm sweaty."
"You're fucking sexy," I said into her ear. Then I noticed goose bumps breaking out on her arms. She was still sensitive enough that I’d turn her on again in no time. But not tonight. Tonight, I needed to take care of her.
"I'm going to freshen up real quick," she said, getting up from the bed.
"I'm coming with you."
She looked over her shoulder with a perplexed expression. "No, you're not. I'll go first, and then you go after," she added right before she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door.
All right, she wanted her privacy. I didn't expect it, since she’d been open and unrestrained before, but I wanted her to be comfortable.
She came back out of the bathroom a few short minutes later, completely naked. I made a "come here" motion with my finger, and she gave me a sly smile, pulling her hair to one side. She kept running her fingers through it.
"My hair is full of knots, but I'm too lazy to wash it this late."
"You’re gorgeous."
She rolled her eyes. "I look like I've been surfing."
"You’re my sexy surfer, then." She was close enough that I bent forward and reached her thighs with my fingers, pulling her between my legs. Her breasts were level with my eyes. I kissed right under them, slapping her ass lightly. "I like seeing you like this, completely ravished."
She laughed, moving her hair to the other side. "So you do agree. I'm a mess."
"No, you're wild, and you're mine."
I felt her suck in a breath. "Yours?"
"Yes, Kimberly. Fucking mine." I rose to my feet, kissing a trail up her body, then looking her straight in the eyes. "Mine," I said before stepping sideways.
I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, washing away the sweat. I wanted Kimberly here with me, but that could wait for tomorrow morning.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was lying on one side of the bed.
"I can't sleep," she said.
"We don't have to," I replied with a smirk.
She grinned. "You have other plans?"
I slid next to her under the covers, then peeled them off her so I had access to her breasts and torso. "I intend to have my fill of you tonight."
"And how exactly are you going to do that?"
"I'm going to see you, Kimberly. All of you."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, looking is good." She lifted her head, propping herself on her elbows. "Touching is better."
I dropped my head back, laughing. Then I felt a shift in the mattress and her lips on my Adam's apple.
She pushed me onto my back. I didn't stop her; I wanted to see what this vixen had in mind.
It was hard to read her. Sometimes it felt as if she was doing everything she could to keep her defenses up, and sometimes she was open and unrestrained.
I wanted the latter, but I was asking for more than I could give.
I was better at keeping my defenses up too.
She straddled me, grinning. "There. This is better," she said. Leaning forward, she drew her forefingers over my chest and down to my abs, spreading her fingers on them as if she was preparing to play the piano.
"What?"
"Now I can touch you all I want. It's much better than your silly plan of looking at me."
"I wanted you with me in the shower," I said.
She bit her lower lip and lay on top of me, and my body tensed. I was going to get hard in no time if she stayed like this.
"I wanted to take a peek as well. Maybe slide in with you. But I don't know. It felt like I was cramping your space."
"You can do that anytime you want," I told her.
I guided her into a sitting position on top of me.
She yelped, losing her balance for a split second.
I secured her with my arm around her back.
Her breasts were right in front of my face, and it was all I could do to resist her.
Then I decided not to and clamped my mouth around her nipple before kissing between her breasts.
I loved them. They were more than a mouthful but not too big—just perfect.
"Oh, look who's adopting my plan of touching and not just watching."
I grinned against her skin. "Hey, I can admit your plan was better than mine. And I can't wait to execute it."