Chapter 30
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Drake
It was very late when I left Suze’s house. I took in a deep breath. The air was cold, but it was just what I needed.
I checked the time. Damn it! It was past midnight, but I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I'd waited long enough, and I needed to see Kimberly. To be by her side to let her know I cared about her. That I was her man and wouldn’t let anything come between us.
And I’d definitely not let her do anything rash just because she might be scared or thought it might help or both.
I arrived at her place a short while later. There were quite a few people on the street and only a handful of lights on in the houses.
I went to her front door but didn’t ring the bell. What was I going to do if she was asleep? Startle her awake?
I took my phone out, messaging her.
Drake: Are you awake? I’m at your front door.
I stared at the screen, waiting for a reply, but a few seconds later, I heard footsteps on her staircase. Then she opened the door. The hallway behind her was dimly lit. She was wearing a thick white robe.
"Drake, what happened? Is everything okay? Michael?”
“He’s fine. Can I come inside? I wanted to talk to you, to clear the air."
"Oh. Sure. Come in," she murmured.
I stepped past her, and she closed the door.
"Listen, about earlier…." She put both hands at the sides of her head before shaking it.
"I'm not sure what got into me. I mean, I'm usually a very positive person, but I had this panic flaring up inside me, thinking what might happen if the worst came to fruition.
I didn't mean that, okay? It's just… I don't know.
I think some fears run very deep. And growing up without a mom left scars. I'm sorry."
"Babe, you don't have to apologize for your fears or your past. I love all of them.
I love everything that makes you who you are.
" I stepped closer, pushing her backward toward the staircase until we reached the banister.
"I love everything about you, Kimberly. And I lost my cool back there because it was so unexpected, but I'll be better prepared next time.
We'll help fight each other’s demons. And when things get tough, we face them together, understood? "
She nodded eagerly.
"There is you and me separately, Kimberly, but we're stronger together." Was I making sense?
"I know," she murmured.
Good. I wanted her to know I wasn’t letting her go anywhere.
"If anyone who wants to make our life hard, we'll fight them together. Even when our own fears are trying to get the better of us, we'll still come out on top, I promise you. Just let me be at your side through all of it, babe."
"I will. I want you there. God, I do." She smiled widely. "This is so romantic."
"What?"
"You showing up at my doorstep in the middle of the night like you couldn't wait even a few more hours to see me."
"I couldn't wait even one more damn minute."
Kimberly
Feeling his lips on mine was like finally taking a breath for the first time in the past few hours. I'd been so on edge. Just having him near me, kissing me, touching me, was amazing.
“Drake, I love you so much.”
“I love you even more. Kimberly, you mean so much to me. You're everything I want, everything I need. I want to make you mine, to keep you happy.”
He kissed me again, his hands frantic on my body. Luckily, I wasn't wearing much—I'd simply thrown my robe over my pajamas.
He pushed his hands under my robe, slightly digging his fingers into my skin. He seemed to only barely restrain himself from being even rougher, but I didn't mind. I wanted all his passion. I wanted everything he had to give me.
He was mine, and I was his.
He pushed his hands farther up my backside, sliding his fingers under the fabric of my pajama bottoms and panties, cupping my ass cheeks.
I smiled against his lips, tightening my arms around his neck.
I couldn't contain all the love and joy I felt in this moment.
I kept touching and tempting him like it was my job.
With a growl, he took his hands out of my panties and tugged at the belt of my robe. Somehow he managed to make the knot tighter.
“How does this thing come off?” he asked.
A second later, I heard a ripping sound and realized he’d torn away the two hooks where the belt was fixed to the robe. We watched it fall to the floor.
I laughed, letting the robe slide down my arms. “I guess that's one way.”
“I'll buy you another one.”
“I don't care about the robe. In fact, I might keep it just as a reminder of how fast I can make you lose control.”
“You fucking do.”
He took a step down the stairs, looking me up and down. I became a bit self-conscious because I was wearing pink cotton pajamas. Not exactly sexy.
“I wasn't expecting you,” I said apologetically.
“Kimberly, you're exquisitely beautiful no matter what you wear. Especially when you're not wearing anything.” He tugged at the hem of my T-shirt, then put a thumb in the elastic of my pajama pants.
I shuddered, so ready for him.
“What to take off first?” he asked, taunting me.
“Both of them,” I said on a whisper.
“Look at these beautiful nipples already pushing through the fabric.”
Looking down, I realized he was right. He cupped my left breast over the fabric, drawing two fingers right over my nipple. I gripped the banister, my knees suddenly weak. He hooked his thumb in my panties and pajama bottoms again and pushed them down. I felt completely exposed in front of him.
“I'm going to take off your shirt.”
I held my arms up, and he took his sweet time touching my breasts with both palms, squeezing them gently as I pressed my thighs together. I didn't care where he had his way with me—I just needed him so much.
He lifted the shirt over my head, throwing it on the bottom step. “Sit down on it and spread your thighs. I want to lick you up.”
I became drenched at his words alone. I sat down, drawing in a deep breath before pushing my legs wide apart.
He brought his face level with my pussy. I was so aroused that I felt like my hips would buck off the stairs on their own, desperate to press against his face.
He drew the tip of his nose just over my pussy. My sensitive skin turned to goose bumps. He was so close to me. I could feel the heat coming off his face, but I needed more than that.
"Drake," I murmured, dropping my head back. "Please." I pushed my hips forward, seeking relief. "Please, please, please."
Then he pressed his tongue straight across my opening. I cried out so loudly that anyone passing in front of my door could hear me, but I didn't care.
"Drake, I need you."
"You're going to have me, babe. But I want you to come for me like this. Then I promise I'll fuck you good."
He moved farther up, pressing his tongue against my center.
I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.
My nerve endings fired to life. The pleasure so intense that I wasn't sure I'd ever recover after the orgasm.
It kept building and building. I was trying to ground and brace myself.
But I knew that no matter what I did, it would still overpower me.
I closed my eyes, curling my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms.
He moved his mouth again, alternating between dipping his tongue inside me and working up to my clit, then sucking on it.
My elbows gave out, and I lay back against the edges of the stairwell. My arms were shaking. Before long, so was my entire torso. I wasn't even aware of myself anymore except for how much I liked what he was doing to me. My pussy was on fire. I was going to crumble at any moment, I was sure of it.
Drake grasped my hands, interlacing our fingers. I squeezed my inner muscles tight, and his elbows pressed my thighs even wider. He wanted access, and he got it. A second later, I came so hard that the room spun around me.
"You're so sexy when you come," I heard him say as if through a fog.
I was so wet that I almost felt ashamed. I blinked my eyes open. Drake straightened up.
Even though I was still lost in the sensations of the unbelievable orgasm he’d given me, I was desperate.
I immediately reached for his belt buckle, intending to undo it, then realized he'd already unbuckled it.
I needed his cock inside me. He'd just given me relief, and yet I was still on edge.
I pushed his pants and boxers under his ass, but that was all I could bring myself to do.
"I need you here," I said.
He covered my mouth with his, lifting me and pushing me against the wall.
He was going to have me right here on the staircase. I was even more turned on than before, and I'd never have thought that was possible. He held my thighs with his forearms, using his hands as buffers between my lower back and the wall.
I put one hand on his bicep and the other at the base of his neck. "Drake, please."
He slid in a few inches, and I cried out, clamping down on him.
"Holy shit!" I instinctively knew this was going to be the fastest orgasm of my life.
I blinked my eyes wide open for a few seconds.
The image in front of me blurred. I could see those gorgeous green eyes boring into mine, but the contour of his face was unfocused.
He pushed in the rest of his cock, and I was done for.
I tugged at his shirt desperately, wanting skin-on-skin contact more than ever.
I wanted to feel closer to him, but I couldn’t focus on the buttons.
There were maybe a few inches between the two of us.
He slid in and out of me, and I knew he was just as far gone as I was.
His cock was pulsing inside me as my inner muscles grew even tighter.
"I won't last long. I won't," I said.
"That's what I want, beautiful. I want you to come at least once with my cock inside you."
My skin turned even more sensitive than before. I didn't even have time to process his words before I went over the edge again.
"You feel good around me. So damn good." He thrust inside me voraciously while I rode out my orgasm. I put both hands on his shoulders, needing to brace myself. He fucked me through my orgasm, burying his face in the nape of my neck.
“Kimberly! Fuck!"
The perspiration on his cheek transferred to my skin. He thickened inside me as his pelvis touched my clit on every move.
"Oh! Oh! I'm going to come again," I panted. This wasn't possible, it simply wasn't, and yet it happened. I clamped down on him, crying out without any shame or restraint. I didn't care who heard me—the man I loved was rocking my world.
I heard him call out my name while every muscle in his body tightened. He drove even more ferociously inside me until he was completely drained.
We held on to each other for a long while, and then I realized we were both shaking. I was still processing all the pleasure in my body, and Drake was probably exhausted from the effort of holding me up.
"You can put me down," I said.
"No, I want to stay like this with you for a few moments." My legs were wrapped around him. His mouth was still in the crook of my neck.
I hugged his head and neck, breathing in his scent. This was the most perfect moment of my life.
Carefully, he lowered me onto my feet and pulled out.
I looked him over, grinning. "Oh, how I love this. Your shirt is all wrinkled, and my robe is trashed. We’re not gentle, are we?"
"No, we’re not. And that's why we fit so well together."