Chapter 21
DRAKE
“I love old buildings,” Kimberly exclaimed as we entered my apartment. It was in a redbrick construction on North Orchard Street. “And the architecture is charming and so classy.”
“I like it here too. As a plus, it came fully furnished.”
I wanted her here in my apartment. I wanted my bed to smell like her even after she left. Tonight, everything was going to be about her. Back at the hotel, we'd both been on edge and desperate, which was different. I wasn't going to let instinct drive me; this time, I'd do everything with intent.
I turned her around and pushed her hair to one side, kissing the back of her neck and then the side. She sucked in a breath, and I could feel her body tense in anticipation. I took in a deep breath, smelling honey and Kimberly. It was pure and delicious, and I couldn't get enough of it.
Taking a step back, I grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over the top of her head. Then I reached down to her pants and pushed them down. Realizing she also had tights underneath, I yanked down everything at once.
"Be careful. Don't rip anything," she said as she stepped out of them.
I immediately straightened up, cupping her bottom with both hands. She was wearing a string for underwear that barely covered anything.
"I want you in my bed tomorrow too. All day. Maybe then I’ll finally have the time to do everything I want to do to you."
I moved my hand forward, sliding it down her belly from her navel to her pubis, then rubbed two fingers over her pussy. She tensed and drenched the fabric.
"Oh my God. How can you do this to me?" She rose on her toes, leaning her head back on my shoulder and pressing herself into my fingers. When she pushed her thigh into my crotch, I groaned. She gasped.
My cock was already at full attention. "Feel that, Kimberly? It's all for you."
I kept moving my fingers up and down, drinking in her reactions, her moans, the way she rolled her hips back and forth.
She'd already unbuttoned my shirt, but I wanted it out of the way, though I couldn't bring myself to stop touching her even long enough to take off my clothes.
Her reactions were addictive. The way she pressed herself into my hand nearly had me bursting in my pants like a damn teenager.
"Drake, please, please. I need you to touch me."
"I am touching you," I taunted.
"Please."
I couldn't resist her pleas. She was begging for my touch, for my cock, and I’d oblige her. I slid my hand inside her panties, going straight for her clit. I moved my fingers in a circular motion, and she let out a loud guttural sound.
"Oh my God." Her thighs shook from the intensity.
I explored her with purpose, but instinct overpowered me. I needed to possess this woman's body and soul. I needed to make her mine in every way possible, and I wanted to do it right now.
Patience, Drake. Make her come first.
"I need more," she murmured between moans.
"I know you do, babe." I removed my hand from her panties, then yanked them down.
She immediately stepped out of them. I drew my hand up her gorgeous long legs, stooping to kiss one butt cheek and then the other before flipping her around.
I did it too fast, and she lost her balance for a brief second.
I gripped her thighs. She reached for the doorjamb, squeezing it to steady herself.
"Take off your bra," I commanded, "I want to see you."
Licking her lips, she reached behind her back. A snap later, her bra was out of the way. Kimberly’s breasts were absolutely delicious.
"Spread your legs for me." Then I realized I needed her in another position.
"I want you on the couch." I pushed her hips back, and she took my cue, sitting down right at the edge, eyes trained on me.
I parted her legs wide, moving my mouth on her inner thigh from the inside of her knee all the way up.
Then, slowly and torturously, I placed my mouth over her clit.
She scratched the leather couch, arching her back. "Drake. Yes. Hell yes."
I worked her clit with my mouth, touching her breast with my left hand. With the right one, I was grasping her inner thigh. I needed to squeeze my cock, but not yet. First, I had to make her come at least once.
"Drake." She was close; I felt it from the way she moved her hips.
When she tightened her ass cheeks, I knew she was ready. I slid two fingers inside her, and at the same time, I slapped her clit. She came hard with my name on her lips, her groans resounding throughout the entire living room. I loved all her reactions and her screams. My cock pulsed like crazy.
"Oh my God. That was intense," she murmured after several minutes.
I rose to my feet, getting rid of my clothes.
She licked her lips and stood up, too, walking right in front of me. "You deserve a prize."
She kissed from one shoulder, over my collarbone, to the other shoulder.
Gripping my cock in one hand, she squeezed it tight.
My eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn't stand it, and yet I needed more.
I tilted her head, kissing her lips before moving my mouth farther down her neck. She squeezed me tighter.
"Fuck," I exclaimed. "Woman, what are you doing to me?"
"You deserve the reward. That orgasm was so delicious.
" She squeezed even more as she pumped my erection.
I inhaled through my nose, then took her in my arms, lifting her by her thighs.
She immediately realized what I was doing and hung on to me.
I kissed her—I needed the contact. I needed her mouth.
"Where are we going?" she asked between kisses. Her chest was bouncing up and down again.
"Bedroom" was all I managed before kissing her again. I took my time, exploring her mouth just as thoroughly as I’d explored her pussy. I knew she was getting turned on again; I felt it in the way she squeezed my shoulders and pressed her hips into me.
I put her down in front of the desk in my bedroom. Opening the drawer, I took out a condom.
"I want to put it on," she murmured.
"Do the honors." I held the package out to her.
She ripped it open and slid the condom down my erection with her delicate hands. The touch of her fingers on my bare skin was driving me crazy. I needed to be inside her, and we weren’t going to make it to the bed.
I turned her around, and she inhaled sharply.
"Here. I need you right now, babe. It's going to be so good, I promise.
" I grabbed the edge of the desk as I said it and positioned the tip of my erection at her entrance, then slid in all at once.
Her guttural groans filled the room. She tightened and pulsed around me, making this too damn intense.
I needed to pace myself. It was pure animal instinct when it came to this woman.
She tried to lean forward, but I put a hand on her belly, stopping her. "No. Stay like this. Upright. Trust me." My voice was ragged. I was surprised I could string a sentence together.
She tightened even more around me as I moved in and out of her.
Touching her breasts with one hand, I kept pushing the other one between her navel and her clit, taunting her, feeling the orgasm form in her body.
She was gripping the desk for dear life, needing to support herself, but she didn't lean forward again.
I liked that she wasn't ignoring my commands.
"God, this is so deep. So damn good," she murmured.
"Hell yes." It was exactly what I needed. I knew she was close again. I was chasing my orgasm like a man possessed, but she was my priority, always would be.
I put four fingers on her clit, and she came even faster than I anticipated.
Her entire body transformed. She jerked backward into me, pressing her back completely to my chest, her head hanging to one side.
Her right leg was jittery, and I felt every movement.
But feeling her inner muscles pulse around me was enough to drive me over the edge, and I exploded inside her.
Fuuuuuuck! This woman was mine, body and soul. She might not know it yet, but she was. Everything felt out-of-this-world good when I was with her. And it wasn't just because we were compatible in bed. It went far beyond that.
"Drake," she panted.
"Come on, beautiful. Let's get in bed." I carefully pulled out, supporting her with my left arm around her abdomen. After helping her lie down, I got rid of the condom. She rolled over farther onto the bed, making space for me to lie down next to her, and that was exactly what I did.
I lay on one side, propping my hand up and resting my head on it. She was lying completely still. Fuck yes! This was exactly what I needed: to see her here in my bed. I wasn't going to let her leave anytime soon.
She looked at me lazily. "Hey, I can barely focus." She twirled her forefinger between my eyes. "Looks like you're already thinking hard."
"I am. But I’ll wait for you to recover before I share it with you."
"Oh, I think there's no recovering for me tonight," she murmured. "I feel so good and sated."
"Then stay here, babe. I'll take care of you."
I quickly went to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. “Here, let me clean you up.”
"Wow, you're romantic." Then she bit her lip.
"Come on, babe, turn around," I ordered.
She smiled sheepishly before obeying, spreading her legs so I could take care of her. "I'm not sure why I was being such a prude back at the hotel after all the delicious things you’d done to me before."
I was glad she was so relaxed around me now.
After I finished cleaning her up, Kimberly glanced around. Her body language changed, her neck tensing.
"Should I get dressed?" she asked.
I stared at her. "You want to sleep with your clothes on?"
She licked her lips before biting the lower one. "No, I meant if I should get dressed and go home."
I leaned into her, cupping her jaw and tilting her head so she couldn't look away from me. "If that's what makes you comfortable, by all means. But I’d very much like for you to stay. I've been dreaming about having you in my bed the whole evening."
"You want me to stay?" she muttered in a vulnerable tone.
"Yes."
Her face lit up. The change was remarkable. She'd had her guard up just a few seconds ago. I made myself a silent promise never to give her reasons to doubt my intent again. She didn't deserve it, and I didn’t want it.
"So, just to make it clear, you want me to sleep in your bed or do sexy stuff?"
"I love it when you're babbling," I said.
"Oh, trust me, this isn't babbling. This is just me sharing with you every single thought in my head.”
"What do you want to do?" I asked her. I didn’t want her uncomfortable. From now on, my place was hers.
"Hm, let's share secrets."
"That sounds… random."
"I know, but it's not. I just can't explain my train of thought in a way that makes sense to you. You'd have to be in my head for that."
I laughed, liking how easy it was to be around her. “Challenge accepted.”
“You go first.”
Lying on my back, palms under my head, I swallowed hard. I had a feeling this was more about putting her at ease, but I’d do whatever she needed to do to get there.
“I’m afraid of clowns.”
She threw her head back, laughing. “Who isn’t? The makeup is damn creepy. I hate the dark.”
This was turning out to be fun. “Not exactly a fear, but… I also don’t like seeing the people I care about suffer.”
Her eyes softened. “Of course you don’t.” She turned on her belly, fiddling with her feet before adding, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to truly be vulnerable with anyone. Even you.”
I leaned into her, touching the tip of her nose with mine.
“I disagree. You’re more open than you know. And I can definitely work with you on that.”
“I’m not scaring you away?”
“No way in hell. Quite the contrary. I want to know everything going on in that brilliant mind of yours.” Kimberly Maxwell was the most amazing woman I’d met. Knowing her fears was a privilege.
She smiled. “Think you can get in my head, huh?”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “I’d love to try.”