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"Well, amongst other things." He slides his hand up my calf, massaging my sore muscles and making my skin tingle with awareness.
I set my half-empty mug down and snuggle deeper into the couch, completely content to let Drake touch me however he wants to.
His hand wanders further up my leg, his fingers grazing the inside of my thigh. I moan softly, parting my legs a little. Drake lets out a pained groaning sound and then withdraws his hands from me.
"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up and pulling my legs off of his lap.
"I don't want to take advantage of you, sweetheart. You've had an impossibly long day, and I don't want to do anything that you're going to regret later."
"I won't regret it. I want it. I want whatever you're willing to give me."
Drake groans again, wiping a hand down his face. "I want to give you everything, and I promise I will. But not tonight." I open my mouth to protest, but he pulls me into his arms and rests his forehead on mine. "Remember what I said about always taking care of you?" I nod. "This is me doing just that. I'll take care of you in that way, too, but tonight, just let me hold you. I need to hold you."
This time, I can't stop the tears. "Okay," I whisper. He stands, then scoops me up in his arms, cradling me to his chest.
He sets me down on the floor in front of his bed and then grabs one of his shirts out of the dresser and hands it to me, turning around so I can get changed. I slip into bed and watch as Drake peels his shirt off, and then his jeans. I have to press my thighs together to relieve some of the throbbing ache in my pussy.
He's ripped. I mean, I knew he was, but seeing him shirtless, his muscles flexing, his tattoos fully bared to me… Jesus. Is that a nipple ring? I had no idea I was into that, but holy shit, I am. I definitely am. My mouth is watering.
Drake grins at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. "I usually just sleep in my boxers, is that okay?"
I bite my lip and nod my head, more than okay with sleeping next to a nearly naked Drake.
"You can't look at me like that, angel," he groans.
"Like what?" I ask innocently, knowing full well what I'm doing to him.
His eyes grow dark and he stalks toward the bed like the alpha predator he is. I can't stop the moan that falls from my lips. Drake growls as he kneels on the bed, caging me in with an arm on either side of my head.
"Like you want me to lick every inch of your body," he growls softly, dipping his head down and gliding his tongue up the side of my neck. "Like you want to feel me deep inside you, stretching you and teaching you how to take all of me." He grinds his thick cock against my thigh, making me whimper. "Like you want me to make you come with my name on your lips, over and over and ov—"
I can't take it anymore. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down on top of me, crushing my lips against his.
Drake takes control, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, tasting me, feeling me, and rubbing his body against mine. My nipples scrape across his chest as I part my legs, wrapping them around his waist.
"Fuck," he groans softly, tearing his mouth away from mine and burying his face into the side of my neck. "Can't wait to be inside you, baby." I nod my head and rub my pussy against his erection, making him groan again. "But not tonight."
“Why not?” I sound like a spoiled child, and even pout like one, too. Beneath that, however, old insecurities bubble up. Am I undesirable? Do I have too much baggage?
Drake kisses me softly, sweetly, calming me down with each delicate stroke of his tongue.
And then he grips my hair, angles my head, and devours me. His kiss is merciless and filled with desperate longing. I cling to him, never wanting this to end. He slides his lips down my throat, allowing me to breathe while he continues sucking and licking my tender flesh.
“Don’t you dare think, not for one fucking second, that I don’t want you,” he growls. “I do. Goddamn, angel, youknowI do.” Drake grinds his thick erection against my core, proving his point. “I want to take my time with you, sweetheart,” he whispers. His voice is barely audible, but his eyes speak volumes.
“O-okay,” I breathe out, trying to hide my disappointment. Drake sees right through me, though.
“I can give you something to hold you over,” he says, his voice low and gravelly as he trails kisses down my neck and across my chest.
I wiggle beneath him, trying to tug my shirt off. I want to feel every inch of his rippling muscles as they blanket me. Drake grunts impatiently and nearly rips the shirt as he pulls it off. My panties come next, the cool air on my soaking wet core making me shiver.
A deep, guttural sound rises from Drake’s chest as he falls down on top of me once again. His teeth sink into my shoulder before he kisses away the sting. Drake’s lips continue their journey to my chest, where he laps at one of my nipples.
“Oh!” I gasp at the unexpected sensation.
Drake chuckles and then sucks at my breast,hard, causing my back to bow off the bed. He groans, the vibrations spreading across my chest and down to my clit. Drake pops off my tit and gives the same attention to the other before licking and kissing the valley between my breasts.
And then he kisses lower.
