by Fiona Murphy
Heat grazes my ear as he whispers into it. His mouth is there and he knows the perfect spots, every one of them. Kissing down my neck, he moves up and away to stare down at me. “Your wedding dress, I want it to look as close to this as possible.”
I nod lazily, as his hands caress over me and down to the edge before pulling it up and leaving me bare except for the lacy panties. “Every time I would think of you I told myself, you couldn’t be as beautiful as I made you out to be. Then I would see you again and I was right, you are better. That’s how I feel looking at your body. Last night I tried to get to sleep by telling myself your breasts weren’t as perfect and pouting, or your nipples as sweet as I remembered them to be, once again you are even better. Thank god you relieved my cock, because I don’t know how I would have lasted long enough to make this good for you.”
Laughing at my blush, Drake kisses my hot cheek lightly. Moving down, his tongue dances across my nipple, flicking and teasing and I’m begging for more. At last, his mouth swallows my breast into the heat of him. Hot and wet he sucks, as his tongue dances and taunts my nipple, until he sucks hard on the aching tip and I shudder. Slowly, he moves to my other breast and hungrily works the same dance on it. He’s sucking harder and harder until I cry out, begging him to be inside me.
He ignores my plea and kisses lightly down my body until his mouth finds the front of the panties and he licks, exploring against the lace, and he can taste my need coating the panties. His groan vibrates against me and I moan for more. The panties disappear and he opens my thighs wide to get to me. Thick fingers move along the seam of me and linger down, shame hits me at how wet I am for him.
“Tell me what that blush is for, my sweet.” He demands huskily. In a choked voice, I admit my thought out loud. “There won’t be any of that, no shame, no second thoughts, and sure as fuck no embarrassment over what we feel and what we do together. Even if I weren’t in love with you and you weren’t wearing my ring on your finger, what two people desire and do together is nothing to ever be ashamed of. Do you hear me? Your pussy is wet as it’s preparing for my cock inside you, that’s biology. Your pussy soaking wet is simply showing me how much you need me, that’s the greatest compliment you could ever give a man.” His fingers slide inside me slowly, and finds the barrier. My body clenches, not with pain but with need. “So tight, a virgin, I still can’t believe it. You are so damned beautiful and still a virgin. I hate to tell you, sweetheart, it will hurt a bit, though not for long and I promise I’ll make it better.”
Slowly, he works his fingers in and out of me and it feels so good my hips move to meet them. “No, sweetheart. Let me do this right.”
His other hand opens me wide for him and his tongue slips inside me and I’m moaning his name. The feel of his tongue sliding over and over me along with his fingers is a combination that is sending me toward a climax. I stiffen in fear and Drake feels it and murmurs for me to let go. I trust him and tip over into an orgasm that overtakes me from the inside out.
I’m shaking, and grateful for his arms around me as he tries to calm me. “It’s okay, it’s better than okay. Scary?” He hears my whisper against his throat. “It’s not supposed to be scary. I understand it can seem that way if you’ve never felt it before. All of that emotion can be overwhelming but now sweetheart, don’t you feel sweet bliss as if you were floating in the ocean after all of those crashing waves? Hmm, breathe deeply and enjoy the moment.”
Gradually, the trembling dies down and with it the overwhelming feelings. I’ve never so much as touched myself, except to wash in the shower. When I wanted to, when I was around Justin’s age, we shared a one bedroom apartment and there just wasn’t any privacy. After Justin was born, I didn’t have the time or the inclination. Even though I’ve read romances along with the mysteries and thrillers, I never even thought of it. I didn’t let myself enjoy what I could have, because I was scared I’d want it too much and do something reckless. I explain in a guilty whisper.
“Something reckless, like accepting the obvious invitation and pass I made at you every time I saw you?”
“Like that. I would see you and come home and dream of you and that alone was enough to make me sometimes resent the obligation of thinking of Justin before myself and I hated you, and me, for it.”
A kiss is pressed into my forehead, “Hey, you are a living breathing young woman, don’t do that to us or Justin. Need, desire, and wanting is normal and you aren’t a saint, pretty damned close, but no saint. Which, I have to tell you I’m relieved for, because I’m pretty sure no saint could go down on my cock as well as you did.”
Laughter bubbles up at his words as I bury my face into his chest. “I’m pretty sure that’s heresy.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s the truth. Now, sweetheart, if you’ve recovered I need to be inside you and I want you to come on my cock.”
It takes a moment to realize he is above me, and his cock, hard and wet, is grazing along the seam of my pussy. Just the thought of the words make me blush, even though I loved hearing Drake say them without reserve, his need, his desires, unashamed in the slightest. Looking down, I watch as he drags his cock lightly in and then out, up and down.
“Please, Drake, don’t tease me.”
“Tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you anything your heart desires.”
“I want you to make love to me with not just your tongue and your fingers; I want your cock inside me.”
“Anything you want, my love.” He’s thick, yet the first few inches he slides in easily. Then my body clenches in fear at how the pain is building as he pushes deeper. “Look at me Ria, I love you. I love you so much.”
It’s shining from his eyes and I nod pulling him down to me. “I love you, too, so much it’s scared me, but not anymore.”
His kiss is wild and I cling to him. Pushing farther into my body, the pain is burning until it’s only the pressure that has me squeezing out a few tears. Drake doesn’t stop until he’s buried deep inside me. The feeling of fullness is daunting and blindingly sweet. Deep swallows of air shows me he’s fighting for control. He’s not moving and my legs move around him as if I knew from the beginning this is how we fit best. A moan vibrates against my chest.
“More, Drake, please give me more.”
Moving up on his hands, he looks down at me, when he sees my need he nods and begins to move. I marvel at the feeling of him moving out of me and my body already accepts him moving back inside with slow thrusts and we’re both breathing hard and fast. I try to urge him to move faster, he refuses. His thrusts are slow and deep each time, another orgasm is building and my pussy clenches at him deep inside.
“Fuck, Ria, don’t do that. I’m so damned close but you haven’t come yet so please, don’t, sweetheart.”
For a moment I go still and he exhales heavily. He’s still going too slowly, and the devil in me needs to urge him on. I squeeze again, and again and he growls low in his chest. He moves faster now, pounding heavily into me. Only a few strokes are all it takes for me to reach the stars and fall apart under him.
Drake cries out my name and I feel him come inside me. The hot, wet heat of his climax causes me to shiver. The feel of him coming inside me, filling me full of him is exotic and makes me crave more. I whisper the words into his ear. He shudders and I feel his cock jerk inside me and I squeeze him again. I groan in agony as rolls off of me looking down at me.
“You are so fucking perfect for me. Both of us trembling in aftershocks of one orgasm and you want another with my come inside you. Perfect, so fucking perfect.”
Blushing, I snuggle into him, “I’m not perfect.”
“I didn’t say perfect, I said perfect for me. No, a timid man with a low sex drive wouldn’t think you were perfect.” He laughs as I pinch him at the waist. “Ouch, don’t be cranky, my love, or I won’t let you come so easily next time. I’ll keep you on the edge for hours and then make you scream my name loud enough to have Justin come running in here. We’re g
oing to have make sure he picks a room a few doors down from us. I love hearing you moan my name. I think the only better thing will be you screaming it.”
“Drake, making me scream sounds mean of you.”
“I’m not mean, sweetheart, you’ll love it. I promise. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I’m surprised by the amount of blood on the sheets and he nods at my surprise. “I’m glad you said you wanted me already again, all the blood scared me for a minute.” Setting me down, he turns on the shower and helps me inside. “Clean sheets?”
I point to the linen closet in the bathroom and can’t hold back the smile at how thoughtful and sweet he’s being. Working up a lather, I run the sponge over me. Drake is back, and gets into the shower with me. He takes the sponge and moves me under the stream of water. His hands are gentle as he runs the sponge over me and his other hand follows to wipe away the lather. When his hands slip farther down, I’m instantly wet. My body preparing for his touch, already hungry him, he chuckles and I blush.
“Lean against me.” His fingers part me and water runs over me. Feeling me stiffen in embarrassment he begins to kiss and lick along my neck and I melt into him.
I need him again and moan my need.
“Are you sure, so soon, again?”
Turning, I nod and bring him down for a kiss as needy as I am. With quick movements, he turns off the water and wraps a towel around me but he doesn’t take the time to dry me off. Closing the door, he turns off the light, I turn it back on.
“I love watching you.” I whisper against his chest as I nibble at his hard, male nipple and he groans.
Pulling away, very quickly he dries me off. I take the towel and return the favor. As soon as I touch his thick cock, his hands stop me. “I’m too close, sweetheart. A taste of your gorgeous breasts, then I want you on your hands and knees for me.”
His hands catch mine, holding them behind my back in a tight grip, he uses them to press me forward and his mouth moves on my breasts. Nipping, biting and sucking hard, he quickly has me pleading for more. Checking to make sure I’m wet again for him. Drake has me squirming in need against his seeking finger. “Perfect.”
Once I’m settled on my knees, he lets go of my hands and pushes me down. I move into the position as he demands. Pushing back towards him, he answers my need. His cock pushes in, hard and fast. It’s the pace he sets and I’m trembling with the force of his thrusts. He feels so thick and deep I grab a pillow and scream his name into it, scared of waking Justin. I push back for more, the slapping of him against me fills the room as I sob into the pillow, so close to my orgasm I can barely hold myself up. Then it comes over me in one painful wave of ecstasy and washes me out into a storm of trembling waves. I sink into the mattress, all my strength gone. Drake keeps moving into me, faster now, only seconds later he groans my name. The feeling of him spilling into me fills me with contentment.
I moan in annoyance as he pulls out of me. Then the lights go off and I feel the bed dip as he gets inside. Warm hands pull me into the circle of his arms and I drift off to sleep with his chest under my cheek.
Chapter Six
I groan as I roll over and bright light hits my eyes. I check the clock, I’m shocked to see it’s almost two o’clock. I’m lying on the pillow Drake slept on and the smell of him has my whole body throbbing with need again. Considering he’d woken me up once in the middle of the night, then I had woken him up around dawn, I’m blushing at how badly I still want him. He’d loved me waking him up. Afterward he wondered aloud how the hell I had managed to remain a virgin for so long. In the pink light, my hands had roamed over his beautiful hard chest while I’d admitted it had been easier than even I had wanted. He got me to talk about my few attempts that had ended badly. I also admitted how, after I met him, I hadn’t wanted anyone but him. His response to the statement had been a little scary but felt so good.
Sleep clinging to me, I wander into the shower and come out dressed in jeans and a light pink top. I’m surprised to see Drake on the couch on a laptop computer. I had thought he would leave, his smile is knowing. He holds out a hand, I gladly take. Settling me into his lap, he kisses my temple lightly, “You needed to sleep. I can make scrambled eggs and toast. Justin said the toast was a little too well done, he liked the eggs, though. By the way Justin thinks it’s babyish of you or I to make him breakfast in morning. I told him not to worry, it would be the housekeeper, Meredith making everyone eggs in the morning and it was her job.”
Sinking into him, I breathe deeply the scent of his skin. “I slept fine. Justin burns everything in the morning. I don’t care if he’s a genius, he’s half asleep and sets off the fire alarm. When exactly will Meredith be making eggs for everyone?”
“Starting tomorrow. When Justin gets home, he can pack up a few things. The movers will be here by four thirty, they’ll have you two packed within an hour and unpacked at my place by seven, at the latest. If there’s any furniture you want to bring with you, let me know or everything will stay and go to donation.”
“You are just so bossy.” I mumble as I squeeze him tight and my lips find his neck, my tongue slips out to taste him.
“Yes, I am, and you know that already and you love me bossy. No, sweetheart, Justin will be home soon. It’s one thing for him to know what’s going on and another to see it. We’ll go to bed very early tonight with the excuse of a busy day.” His kiss is promising as he tugs my hands down into my lap.
“How is today going to be busy? I know you aren’t going to let me pack anything heavier than a suitcase.”
“Right you are on the packing. Wrong on the busy. You have an appointment at five for a wedding dress. I called the shop you bought that wet dream at and they sent it over to the bridal dress place, they have your size but not your measurements. Which might be good, just in case.” His hand lingers over my stomach and I kiss him with all the love I’m feeling at his tender touch.
Drake breaks off the kiss and we’re both gasping for air as I rest my head on his shoulder. I can feel him hard under me and when I move he groans. “I’m sorry, it’s just, you just keep surprising me and every surprise is an amazing and good surprise. Also, it isn’t likely last night had any results, I’m too close to my period in three days. We don’t have time but I do.”
I slide down on my knees, undoing his jeans as I move. Drake helps me, and my mouth is greedy on him. When I had woken him with my mouth on him, he’d shown me a few more things to please him, I’d gotten wet just having him in my mouth. When he had apologized for needing a minute before he could move, I told him not to worry and just how wet I was at having him in my mouth. He’d rolled over and onto me to find out the truth of my words. With a moan of approval he had taken me over the edge. Moaning along the length of him, I hear him swear before he floods my mouth again. I take all of him and clean him completely before I allow him to fall from my mouth. Watching him work to take in air, the power I didn’t know I had when it came to this man is highly intoxicating and I feel drunk from it. Standing over him, I kiss his cheek, “You have five minutes before the bus drops him off.”
Going into my bedroom, I pull out the lone suitcase I have. Packing all of my small valuables and underwear that I would be too embarrassed to have anyone touching. Feeling his eyes on me, I look up to find him leaning against the open door.
“Don’t look so smug, I’m going to pay you back tonight.” At his smile, the front door opens and I hear Justin greeting Drake excitedly.
Drake turns and I hear them talking about the move. I finish packing my suitcase and zip it closed. From the living room, Justin has his door open and is frantically throwing his prized possessions on his bed as he keeps talking to Drake.
“Drake, are we taking my bed? Should we take my bed?”
“It’s up to you, all the rooms have beds. They aren’t used often, if you love your bed we can take it. If you don’t, we can send it for donation and if you don’t like the other bed you pic
k we can buy you a new bed. Remember, we won’t be there long and the furniture will stay. We’ll be buying new furniture when we move to Boston, most likely.”
“Right, right. When are we moving to Boston though, like, right away or just sometime in the summer?”
“It will depend. I had thought of Italy or Paris for our honeymoon but after looking and talking to all my contacts in Boston, it looks like it will be Boston. We’ll go up and house hunt, while taking in the sights. It will depend on how quickly we can close. I had hoped we could just find a few online and fly in and look but the real estate agent says property moves too fast for that.”
“Is that what you were doing on the computer?” I ask, and shaking his head, he pulls me back into his lap.
“No, I was looking at the project I’m working on right now. I’m letting Leo take over and I was checking on what he has done today.”
Happiness fills me, “You mean the project you said you couldn’t leave? You’re actually letting someone else take over?”
His smile makes it clear he knows why I’m happy. “Yes, that project. If I’m going to be leaving for Boston then I’m going to have to trust in Leo to handle the projects I’m leaving behind. I’ll probably do something similar when we get to Boston, to keep me busy.”
“So, you won’t ever go back into the market, even though you did so well in it?”
“No, going back to the market isn’t something I’ll ever do.” The look on his face is hard and sad. Feeling guilty, I lean into him.
“I’m sorry if I brought back bad memories.” I whisper into his neck.
“It’s not you sweetheart. It’s all me, I knew what the market was doing. The whole thing seemed like a big game. Do you know many of the same terms used in gambling are used in the market? None of it seemed real, it was all numbers on a screen. I knew the CMO’s were garbage, I wouldn’t let any of my clients invest or my people sell them. All I cared about was my reputation.
