19. Drake #2
More tears raced down her cheeks. Her fists slammed against my chest. “You hurt me! You broke my heart! You did that!” Helen collapsed, sinking into me like a shooting star falling into my orbit.
One more slam of her fist in my chest, then she was sobbing into me.
Her tears soaked through my t-shirt, and I folded my arms around her as if enough pressure could bring her into the cage of my ribs where I could keep her safe. “You hurt me. You hurt me.”
“I know,” I whispered into her hair. “I know, Monty. I’m sorry. Never again, okay? I promise. I protect what’s mine, and this time I’m allowed to keep you.” My voice broke, and she heard it, placing her chin on my chest to look up at me. “Please, please, let me fucking keep you.”
Helen’s breath hitched, and her fingers fisted in my shirt.
The heat of her warmed me to the bone, spiking the rate of my heart.
With silent synchronicity, we locked eyes, breaths going shallow as the air thinned.
Her blown pupils were ringed by a striking shade of blue as she watched me, little tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
And I stared back, helpless, utterly unable to look away.
We fell into one another’s orbit, mouths meeting urgently, quickly deepening.
I lost myself in her, the lingering taste of wine on her tongue and the needy little whimpers in the back of her throat.
Her eyes fluttered shut as my tongue slid over hers, relishing in the wet glide as I dragged her impossibly closer.
Her small hands grasped the hem of my shirt, and I couldn’t stop her.
Greedy to have her in any way outside of dreams. I bent down, allowing her to pull the shirt over my head.
Her fingers tickled as they traced over my chest, outlining muscles and lightly grazing through the sparse, dark hair on my chest. Appreciating my form in the light and seeking more.
Her fingers dropped to the button of my pants.
“You first.” I grabbed her wrists, halting her efforts. “Let me.”
I lifted her top and discarded it in the shadows with my shirt.
The golden light of the low fire made her skin seem to glow from within.
My palms smoothed over her arms to remove her sports bra as well.
She held her breath, stomach tensing as I revered her, adored her, in barely there touches.
I peeled her tight leggings from her hips, kissing bared flesh as I went.
She stepped out of them, and I sucked in a breath upon discovering she hadn’t been wearing underwear.
Her bare cunt already glistened with arousal.
In a breathless move, we fell into one another again.
Helen’s legs went around my waist and my hands to her ass as I swept her up.
My fingers dug into her backside, groaning at the feel of her soft, supple flesh in my palms. She ground herself against my clothed cock, whining at the friction and simultaneous need for more.
“Now,” she gasped into my mouth.
“As much as I want to be inside of you, Monty, I’m fucking you in the bed this time.
” I bit her bottom lip, and she shuddered.
Her hold tightened around my neck as I walked down the hall to the bedroom, tongues tangled and groping her ass along the way.
Kicking the door open, I half stumbled to a stop at the sight of the paper cluttered bed. “Monty?—”
“Oh! Right,” she hid her face in my chest, stifling her giggle. “Sorry.”
Setting Helen on her feet, I reached for the button of my pants. “Clear the bed or I’m fucking you on whatever you’re working on.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she started before catching my eyebrow raising in warning. She snapped her teeth shut, then twisted around to the bed.
A drawn-out groan vented free as I watched the curve of her spine, the flare of her hips and her pretty pink cunt peeking out.
When my clothes dropped to the floor, she had all her files in hand.
I nearly laughed when she neatly stacked them on the bedside table, but I knew certain death awaited me if I let that escape.
“You’re such a good girl, Monty,” I praised.
A gasped inhale breached her lips when I placed my hands on her hips, palm gliding over her smooth, warm flesh, shivering with anticipation.
One hand went up to her hair, tugging it free and breathing hard when the honeyed waves spilled down her spine.
With a finger, I brushed her hair aside, nibbling her earlobe, then kissing along the column of her throat.
While biting and tasting her, I steered her to the bed.
I spun her around, eyes dipping to her soft breasts and pert nipples.
The back of her knees hit the side of the bed, and the force of my crushing kiss caused us to fall on the mattress.
Her grapefruit scent mingled with the sweet musk of her desire and a primal urge to devour her overruled all my other thoughts.
The pads of my fingers, calloused by years of savage work, graced her unblemished skin.
I gripped the backs of her knees and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed.
Dropping to my knees, I mouthed at her calves, her knees, her inner thighs as her dulcet sighs filled the room.
My gaze never left her exposed cunt, dripping with anticipation.
“Look at how wet you are, Monty.” I blew a light puff over her slit, watching her squirm in my hold.
“For you,” she breathed—admitted.
My head dipped close enough for her to feel each shuddered breath. Her toes curled and her hips rolled, silently seeking my mouth. The hunger in me intensified and a smoldering want crept up my spine.
“Say it again.” I lapped my tongue over her slit.
Helen jolted, whimpering from the brief touch.
“Come on. Be my good girl and say it again.” Another rapid flick through her slick folds. “Who are you wet for?”
“You!” Her back bowed off the bed when I tongued at her clit. “I’m wet for you. Fuck, you make me so wet.”
“There’s my good girl,” I groaned into her cunt, rewarding her with my tongue circling her swollen bud of nerves. The pressure and sensation ripped a moan from her chest. Her noises increased as I flattened my tongue and lapped at her.
“Perfect. Perfect. So fucking good.” Her head rolled on the bed and her fingers fisted in the blanket as I repeated the motions that made her loudest. “C’est incroyable.”
There we go. Always rambling in French when she got close. Her breathy hums and that language curling on her tongue. Fuck, my dick was painfully hard for her, the taste of her, her noises, her smell. Everything.
She was my everything.
“Je suis... oh, mon Dieu... je suis... Ah!” She came apart on my tongue, rocking her hips into my mouth to chase her release. I licked her through the waves and shudders in her body until she collapsed with her thighs spread wide.
Kneeling between her legs, I looked down at her.
Mussed hair splayed around her head, shining golden in the lamplight.
Her flushed skin, chest heaving as she caught her breath, and her breasts rising.
The tensing of her stomach as I crawled over her.
Her swollen clit and dripping pink cunt opened and ready for me.
Hooded eyes, blue almost swallowed by her blown wide pupils, stared up at me with dark desire.
“God, you’re beautiful.” My heart beat furiously, threatening to rip itself from my chest. “I’m so lucky that you’re my wife.”
“Drake…” Helen reached for me as we repositioned up the bed. Her head settled on the pillows, and I slotted myself in place between her thighs.
“Fuck, say my name again. Please.” I kissed along her jaw, and her hips bucked when I caught her earlobe between my teeth.
“Drake.” She ran her fingers through my hair, tugging my mouth back to hers.
“The sound of you saying my name drives me wild, Monty.” I licked into her mouth, and she moaned into me.
Her fingers caught my hair and tugged my head back. Her furious little pants against my lips sent me reeling. I wanted to dive back in for more.
“Hypocrite.” Her breathy laugh and her body tensing under me made my cock twitch against her hip. “Say my name.” Her teeth caught my bottom lip, biting painfully.
I jerked back, smirking down at her. “As much as I love that you have my last name now, you’ll always be Monty to me.” She huffed, but didn’t push me off when I kissed her again. Her temper melted as my tongue plundered her mouth until she was wriggling again.
“Drake.” Her knees rose to bracket my hips, trapping me against her as if there was anywhere else I’d rather be. “Drake. Drake. Drake.”
“You want me, wife?”
“Yes, please.”
“How bad?” I teased.