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He kissed me again, his kiss more intense now, as if his emotions were heightened. I pulled him more tightly against me, my own emotions filling me with happiness that we did crash into each other that night at the bar and that I did call Lara and ask for that interview.
"Dawn tried to warn me off you but she couldn't have known that it would draw me to you instead," I said, confessing. "When I saw you at the bar and she said you were another bad boy like Kurt, controlling, trouble, I wanted you. I wanted someone like you. When you turned out to be the Dom who would teach me, you were what I was looking for. I was already gone. I had no chance."
"Both of us were goners," he said and smiled softly. "I'm not letting go of you, Ms. Bennet. I hope you realize that."
I slipped my arms tightly around his neck and kissed him deeply, my love for him making me feel as if my chest would explode. There was nothing I couldn't do with Drake. I could tell him the truth, be who I was, who I wanted to be.
He wanted me.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, I woke up early once more and stood at the side of the bed and sketched Drake while he slept. This morning, he was lying on his back, a pillow over his face, but as usual, he was naked, the sheets in disarray around him. I studied the muscles on his abdomen, noting the way his hair grew in a thin line from his navel to his pubes, the delicious curve of one buttock and the inviting angle of his hip. It aroused me, sketching him like that, and I hoped he wasn't busy so that we could have sex.
Finally, I climbed into bed and snuggled down beneath the blankets. He hopped out of bed once more, leaving me alone on the bed. He went right to the bathroom and I heard him pee, then he started the shower.
Before he got in, he peeked his head around the door and caught my eye.
"Join me?"
I smiled and got up, only too happy to do so.
We showered together and I was careful not to try to push him, despite my eagerness to have sex. He watched me while I washed myself, and then took hold of my hip
s when I bent down to wash my feet.
"Ms. Bennet you look entirely edible this morning. You're giving me ideas…" He pulled me up and against him, his hands sliding up my body, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
"You're hungry."
"I'm always hungry for you," he murmured against my neck. Then, he turned me around and kissed me deeply, his arms slipping around my waist, pulling me up so that my feet lifted off the floor. One hand slipped between my thighs. "Mmm," he said as he kissed my neck, his lips pressing on my skin. "I'm getting so many ideas..."
He turned the shower off and led me out, taking a towel and quickly drying me off. He barely spent any time on himself, as if he couldn't wait. He pushed me back into the bedroom and over to the bed, and I gasped when he pushed me back onto it, laying on top of me, his fingers slipped down my body from my throat to my waist and then my pussy, his fingers finding my clit. Then he slipped his finger inside of me, his breathing increasing, his mouth claiming mine once more in a passionate kiss.
He pulled back, his eyes half-hooded. "Spread your legs wide," he said, grabbing my thighs to assist, spreading my legs, his eyes moving down my body from my face to my pussy, stopping there greedily.
He kissed me. "We're going to do each other at the same time. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth, my mouth on you."
My body responded to his words, my muscles clenching. His tongue and fingers were insistent as we lay side by side in sixty-nine position, our bodies arched to accommodate each other. I tried to pleasure him while he pleasured me but at times, I had to stop and moan with him in my mouth. He groaned in response, his fingers sliding inside of me, stroking me. I writhed under his mouth, lost in the sensations, barely able to focus on his cock in my mouth, his shaft in my fist.
My orgasm built deep within me, pleasure spreading down my legs and into my belly, my mind blanking. I tensed, trying to hold back, waiting for him to give me permission.
"Come for me, baby," he said, his fingers thrusting inside of me.
I let myself go and my orgasm crashed through me. I couldn't stop from moaning, my body convulsing around his fingers and under his tongue. He kept his mouth on me throughout my orgasm, his own sounds of enjoyment vibrating through my flesh.
While I recovered, he was still, his mouth still covering me, tiny licks on my overly-sensitive clit making me shudder. When I was back to full awareness, I started stroking his shaft and sucking the head of his thick cock once more, eager to feel and hear his own release. He kept licking me, and I knew he wanted me to come again. I tried to focus on his pleasure, stroking him, sucking the head, taking him as deeply into my mouth as I could and soon, I could feel him harden under my lips. He was close.
"Stop," I gasped when his fingers began stroking inside me again. "I can't focus when you do that."
"I want you to come again," he said, his voice smoky.
"I can't do both," I said, trying to stroke him and let my body respond.
"Let yourself come," he said. "Then I will. I'm so close…"
After a moment while he built me up once more, my second orgasm came on from the insistent sucking and stroking of my clit, his fingers thrusting inside of me. I gave in and let the sensations wash over me until once more, I clenched around his fingers, my hips thrusting blindly at his mouth, my thighs trembling. I groaned with the head of his cock in my mouth and he began thrusting in my fist, trying to come himself. Soon, I felt him stiffen, his cock so hard I knew he would soon come. Then, the spurt of semen filled my mouth. I let him pour into me while he thrust, his body shuddering, his mouth on my still-too sensitive clit, his fingers deep inside of me.
Finally, I pulled slowly off him and swallowed, his strong salty taste familiar. I licked his length, my tongue playing gently with the sensitive head and he pulled off me to groan.
