21. Olivia
Olivia
As soon as Drake opens the door to his house, I'm in his arms, and he's carrying me to his bedroom.
Any reservations I might have had about not sleeping with him are gone.
It's the only thing I can think about, and if I don't have sex with him tonight, I might lose my mind.
I can't take it anymore. I've tried to do the right thing and fight this, but at what point do I acknowledge that fighting it might not be the right thing?
We are consenting adults with a mutual affection for one another. What's wrong with that?
Drake sets me down next to his bed, and I kick off the heels that have been killing my feet all night. He takes off his jacket and drops it on the ground before I start unbuttoning his shirt to see his muscles. I've been dreaming about them since the last time we were together.
“How are you this good-looking and smart and funny?” I say, looking at him appreciatively. “God really does have favorites.”
“He blessed you in a lot of ways, too,” Drake says, pulling me closer to kiss me as his fingers move around to unzip my dress. “You're funny, charming, and an incredibly talented chef.”
Drake backs away for a moment, lowering the shoulders of my dress to push it down and reveal my body. “You're also incredibly sexy.” He licks his bottom lip as he eyes my bare breasts.
The last time he and I were together, I was a little bit reserved.
Since then, I've been replaying it over and over in my head and coming up with a few new ideas in my fantasies.
I'm far too excited to test out some of the ideas to just let him stand there and look at me.
I move forward and undo his belt before pushing his pants to the ground, seeing how hard he already is for me.
I bite my lip while I look down at him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly moving it up and down.
He kisses me and moans with pleasure, letting his tongue explore my mouth.
I continue this for a few moments before pushing his head away with my free hand and falling to my knees in front of him.
This is something I've only read about in some of my romance books, but I'm excited to taste him.
“Oh, my God,” Drake groans as my tongue traces the length of his cock. I watch with a coy smile as he throbs and twitches while I touch him. My heart is beating faster, and I feel the anticipation between my legs as I press my lips against the tip and take him in my mouth.
I like this much more than I thought I would, and hearing how responsive he is as I work more of him into my mouth only makes me want to keep going.
“You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth,” Drake moans as he reaches for my hair to push it out of my face. I slowly swirl my tongue around his tip as he stiffens inside my mouth. After a few minutes, he puts a hand on my shoulder and stops me, pulling himself out of my mouth.
In one swift motion, he lifts me off the ground and scoops me into his arms, sitting on the bed with me in his lap.
My legs are spread around him, and he reaches down to feel the wetness soaking through my panties.
Then, he pushes my bottoms aside and aligns his cock with my pussy before sliding himself inside me.
“You’re so tight, Olivia,” he moans, and I whimper on top of him as I lower more of myself onto him, feeling relieved to have him inside me once again. My body stretches around him, and I shiver as pleasure swells through my body. “All I think about all day is feeling your pussy around me again.”
“It feels so good,” I cry out, biting my lip as I start moving my hips faster.
I push against his chest, and he falls on his back as I grind against him.
Drake reaches for my breasts, rubbing his hands over and kneading my already alert nipples.
He sits up just enough to take one in his mouth while I continue rocking my hips against him.
I feel drunk and feverish with how much I need him, and I want this moment to last forever. Having him inside me and feeling how his body reacts to every thrust of my hips is intoxicating.
“Oh, God, Drake!” I shout, my body quivering as an orgasm overtakes it. Drake sits up and grabs my waist as my body is overwhelmed with pleasure and I freeze up. He holds my waist still while he pumps deeper into me, and every thrust sends pulses of ecstasy through my limbs.
As I start to settle down, he lifts me and throws me onto the mattress. I'm on my stomach now, and he gets on his knees behind me and pulls my panties down to toss them aside.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he says as he fills my pussy from behind. My face is buried in his sheets as I moan.
His hand pushes my back lower as he grips my ass and pumps hard inside of me. He slows down every now and then, savoring the buildup as he brings me more and more pleasure.
Eventually, neither of us can take it any longer, and my pussy clenches around him as he throbs inside of me. I shout his name, and he holds me steady and unleashes himself inside me.
When we're done, he holds me in his arms and kisses my neck softly as I slowly drift off to sleep beside him.
***
I wake in the morning to the alarm on my phone going off and Drake's arms still wrapped around me. I hear him shuffling behind me as I scramble to turn it off, not remembering that I even set one.
“Shoot!” I say louder than I intended as the alarm reminds me of something important I've been putting off.
“Is that your other boyfriend calling you? Should I be jealous?” Drake’s voice is heavy with sleep still as he tries to pull me back to bed with him.
“Haha, no,” I say as I sit down and dial a phone number. “I asked some people in a local pregnancy forum about good OBGYNs in the area, and they told me to try to call in the morning to schedule an appointment with one they recommend. She's one of the best in the city.”
Drake sits up and watches me as I pump my fist in the air after managing to book an appointment next week. When I'm done, I put the phone on the nightstand and wrap the blankets around my shoulders to stave off the morning chill.
“You should come with me,” I say, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “None of this has felt real, and I think it's going to sink in at the appointment. I think you should be there.”
He lifts my hand and kisses my fingers, rubbing them with his thumb. “I'll be there; don’t worry.”
Before I can say anything else, he pulls me down and forces me back under the covers to nuzzle his head against my neck a little longer. Soon enough, we'll have to get up and start our day, but for now, it's just the two of us between the sheets. I want to savor this feeling as long as I can.