Meg took a few sips of the cosmo she was grasping tightly and watched as the waitress came by and laid another two drinks in front of them. An hour went by and they both relaxed into conversation, shouting to hear one another above the beat of the music. They continued to drink and laugh and exchanged lingering glances. The waitress came by again with another two drinks. This time, Drake followed her to the door and leaned into her ear. Meg noticed he slipped her some cash and then she closed the door to the balcony behind her, leaving them completely alone. Everyone else seemed to have cleared out earlier, most likely making their way to the dance floor below. Her heart sped up as she watched him walk like a predator toward her. Oh my lord, the man is pure dominance, sexy as hell, eyes so dark and filled with lust. Meg thought she was going to fall to her knees as he mauled her over with his eyes.
Breathless, she held his gaze and felt completely seduced by him. He slowly approached and stopped directly in front of her and removed the drink from her hand, settling the glass on the table next to them. Big strong hands rested snuggly at her hips, his fingers dug in possessively. They swayed to the music and their bodies connected, finding a rhythm of their own. He felt good, strong, and powerful, and Meg felt surrounded by solid muscle. He was all man and could he ever move. He pulled her closer and took her hand pulling it up to rest on his broad shoulder and then covered her hand with his while it rested there. His other hand continued to firmly grasp her waist before wandering slowly toward her back. He lingered there for a brief moment before traveling downward, where he touched the exposed skin at her back. She was completely mesmerized by his touch; her brain no longer registered the people below them dancing, the sound of the music slowly phased away, and the only sound she heard was the sound of his voice and she lost herself.
He leaned in to Meg’s ear and whispered, “I knew you would feel this good, Meggie. Can you feel how perfectly we fit together? You’re incredibly beautiful and sexy as hell. I could fuck you right here, right now, in front of the huge crowd down below.”
Meg swallowed hard, those wicked words that spewed from his mouth sent a warming sensation through to her womb and down her inner thighs. She was wet and the more he touched and rubbed against her, the wetter she became. His voice was low and husky sending a shiver down her spine. Not in a million years did she think vulgar words would turn her on, but the way this man said it, she wanted more, she wanted it all.
He moved both hands down and firmly cupped the cheeks of her ass. “Perfect,” he said. “No panties? Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ms. Malone?” He growled low in her ear before taking a little nibble, his silky lips drifted softly over the curve of her neck.
Meg placed both hands on his chest and explored the hardness there. Her hands wandered slowly over him for the first time, and she marveled at the feel of his strength under the material of his shirt, wishing he were naked. He moved his head back enough so that his eyes fixated on hers and he gripped her ass more firmly, pressing in to her. His erection settled into her lower tummy and a hunger worked its way through her at the feel of his hardness.
His desire for her was clear. “Are you wet for me, Meggie? I want to touch you. I want to feel how wet you are.” Slowly, he reached both hands down to pull the hem of her dress up and over her thighs. Close, he was so close and there were no barriers between them, no panties to pull off. His right hand moved up her inner thigh, up to her...“Ahh, God,” she panted breathlessly. His touch felt good. She clung to his shoulders and managed to hold herself up. The tip of his finger swirled slowly at her opening and he continued to massage the wetness there, through the folds. Slowly, he slid a single digit inside her aching channel, then two. Meg parted her legs without thinking, granting him better access.
“You’re so wet, Meggie, so hot and so sweet,” he said just before he rained a line of soft kisses along her jaw and down the column of her neck. With both fingers still inside, he moved with more force, quicker motions in an out; then he pulled out and swiped gently through her wet slit where he took his time spreading her juices up to her clit. He was driving her crazy and his hand worked artfully to satisfy her.
“Drake,” she whispered. “Please, I need... ”
“What, Meggie? What is it that you need? Tell me. I’ll make it feel so good for you, I swear, just say it. I want to hear you say it.”
He worked her into such a frenzy she wasn’t sure what she needed anymore. His fingers penetrated her again, this time with quicker and faster strokes. He massaged her clit with his thumb, adding a little more friction, applying the right amount of pressure. Meg was ready to come undone around him. The feeling was overwhelming, she wanted him to bring her to an orgasm. She needed it, but felt too insecure to say the words. She looked into his eyes, pleading silently for him to do something that would take her over the edge. She observed the darkness in his pupils; they were dilated and he watched her intently. Without another word from her, he continued massaging her clit.
“Kiss me, Drake. Please, I need you to kiss me.”
His lips pressed down on hers; he wasn’t tender or gentle when he possessed her mouth. His fingers delved back inside her weeping channel. Meg moaned into his mouth, her body trembled and he swallowed the sound. His tongue found hers and tangled in an extraordinary dance of erotic passion.
She widened her stance a little more, not wanting this moment to end. The need to come was overwhelming; she moved her leg up and wrapped it around the back of his knee, taking all of what he was giving her. The need to explode was the only thing that filled her thoughts. Gently, he bit down on her bottom lip before sucking the plumpness into his mouth. He pushed her lips apart and delved inside again.
Meg relaxed into his arms and allowed the pleasure to ride through her while his fingers worked their magic. She knew she was close. Her tummy tightened, a warm sensation filled her way down low and her womb echoed uncontrollably. Meg felt the buildup of her very first orgasm with a man as it came to life. This was by far the most intense moment of her life as a woman. As if sensing her pending orgasm, he withdrew his fingers and pulled away. “You’re so tight, Meggie, so fucking hot, I need to taste you.”
She stifled back a moan of disappointment and watched intently when he took both fingers glistening from her pleasure and slid them past his lips. Slowly, he drew them out, savoring the taste of her. He knew she would taste good, and now he wanted his mouth on her.
Meg was completely mesmerized and at his mercy. The way his gaze fell on her with his eyes half-closed made her shudder. That was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“That was so hot,” she managed to say to him, not able to stop the words before they slipped out.
He gave her a soft smile and placed his hand at the back of her head pulling her to his mouth. “Taste yourself, Meggie. Taste how sweet you are.” He devoured her mouth, his tongue forced its way past her lips and she tasted her own desire. She’d never in her life felt pleasure like this. It took over every part of her being. She totally lost herself in the moment. This man clearly knew his way around a woman’s body.
Intent on setting her on fire even further before allowing her to orgasm, Drake continued. “Lean back, Meggie, put your back against the balcony wall.” He moved into her space and lowered himself in front of her while caressing her outer thighs downward until he reached the hem of her dress. With all her senses on high alert, Meg felt the silky material of the dress slowly work its way up past her thighs, this time exposing her pussy to his full view. Under any other circumstances, she would be mortified. She knew that at any given moment anyone could walk in on them. There were thousands of people below, with a clear view of the balcony, but her body was so revved up and in tune with what he was doing to her, that despite getting caught, she gave in to her needs and threw caution to the wind. She trusted him to protect her and to give her exactly what she was craving for.
He sucked in a breath. “God, you’re beautiful, so responsive.” He swiped a si
ngle digit through the wet folds laid out in front of him. Meg jumped at the sensation and a soft moan escaped her. She looked down and their eyes connected. He continued to slowly stroke and tease while gently caressing the softness at her entrance. He kept his gaze on her. “Do you wax, Meggie?”
She let the air escape her lungs and sucked in a deep breath. “Laser,” she managed, trying to hold herself together.
“That feels so good, Drake,” she managed between panting. His appreciation was clear, his mouth turned upward into a seductive grin and he cupped her pussy with his hand, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin down there.
“You’re smooth, so soft.” Meg watched in eager anticipation when he leaned in closer. He didn’t touch her with his mouth yet, he simply pulled back again and looked up at her, teasing her.
Besieged with the need for him to touch her, she wanted his mouth on her. The anticipation was nearly killing her.
His hands caressed her inner thighs, teasing her some more before he gently pulled one leg up and over his shoulder; his mouth immediately covered her pussy. His soft luscious lips sucked and lapped at her. Meg’s tummy tightened, her body prepared itself for a mind blowing orgasm. His tongue was firm and demanding, working its way into her entrance. Slowly, he swiped his tongue through the entire length of her pussy, where he pressed his tongue on her clit and sucked hard. Meg writhed in his grasp. Her legs grew limp and shook uncontrollably. Warmth settled low in her womb and expanded across her lower region. She was almost there, the orgasm building fast. She grabbed the ledge of the balcony tightly with both hands and steadied herself. His dark curly hair settled in perfectly between her thighs, and Meg was overcome with the need to touch him. She let go of the firm grip she had on the edge of the balcony behind her and placed both hands on either side of his broad shoulders and dug her nails in. As much as she wanted to wrap her hands in the silky smoothness of his hair, she knew she would tug too hard and pull his hair out the moment she climaxed.
Drake’s mouth was pure sin, bringing her nothing but pure sweet pleasure, pleasure she never knew existed, until now. He removed his hand from the hold he had on her inner thigh, and he penetrated her with one finger, deep inside her he thrust in and out relentlessly while his thumb strummed over her clit. Shock waves traveled through her body. He applied more pressure with his thumb to the tight ball of nerve endings and massaged in small rapid circles. Meg sensed the pending orgasm she was about to experience, and she knew it would suck the life out of her. She was ready to explode in that beautiful mouth of his.
Drake sensed she was right there, sitting on the edge of release. He moved in and sucked hard on her clit. When he bit down gently, Meg almost jumped out of her skin. Her nails dug deeper. It was enough to make him hungrier and his cock hurt from confinement. Sheer pleasure worked its way through Meg`s body. She threw her head back, her pussy clenched and spasms worked their way through her womb. Every nerve ending ignited under his touch. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, deep inside her womb. She felt the incredible warmth of her release spill its way into Drake’s mouth. She didn’t realize it, but somehow during her orgasm, she’d tangled her hands in the silky strands of his hair and pulled him closer to her. Her pussy pulsed steadily, and she was overwhelmed from the explosion of her climax. Her release was fierce, and she moaned her appreciation into the open room. Meg tugged hard at the thick curls wrapped around her fingers. She screamed for more and called out his name. She was so caught up in his possession over her body that she didn’t care who heard her. At this point, she didn’t even care if someone walked in. She was lost to the moment and the pleasure he was giving her.
Her head fell forward, and she lowered her gaze to look at him. He was still between her thighs. His mouth was wet with her juices, and he looked hotter than hell to her at that moment. They were both drunk with desire as their eyes searched one another. He continued to work his magic with his fingers stroking her clit lightly, sending shivers through her while slowly bringing her down. When he stood to his full height, she was trembling. “Meggie, I want you to come again. I want to see your face when you come undone.” Meg felt more than satisfied and knew it would be impossible for her to climax again. She laid her head on his chest and felt his heart beating fast against her ear. She was still winding down from her orgasm. She finally caught her breath and managed to speak. “Drake, I just came, it won’t happen again, at least not right away.”
His eyes bored into hers, his look dark and heated. God, he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. He lifted her chin to meet his gaze dead on. “I take that as a challenge, Ms. Malone, and I promise you, I won’t stop until I hear you scream my name again.” One hand lowered to her entrance, two long fingers zeroed in on her sensitive clit where he circled softly before applying a little more pressure. He circled her clit with rapid stokes, the strokes grew wider and Meg closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe it, but he had her sitting right on the edge of orgasm again. She felt the build up, it was intense and it was right there.
“Look at me, Meggie. Don’t close those beautiful blue eyes, baby. I want to see you.” Meggie looked into his eyes. She tried with everything in her to stay focused on him. She was tethering over the edge, and Drake wore a heart-stopping grin on his face. He was determined to make her come. He watched her every expression intently. She knew she ought to feel embarrassed, but oddly enough, she wanted him to see her, to take his pleasure in seeing the effect he had on her.
“Feel good, baby? Do you want to come again, Meggie? You’re so wet, and you respond so well to my touch.” His voice came in line with her ear. She could feel the heat from his mouth and his breath became erratic. He inserted one finger and curled it until he found the rough texture on the underside of her pelvis where he applied enough pressure that immediately rewarded him with a moan. He continued to apply pressure on that one spot while his finger continued to circle the tight nerve endings of her clit and he felt Meg tense up, she was damn close. “Feel the pleasure I give you, Meggie. Come for me, baby. Relax, that’s it, let it take you. Listen only to my voice and lose yourself to my touch. I want you screaming my name. I want to hear every moan from that sweet mouth of yours. Give it to me, Meggie. Let me hear you.”
Meg was blown away when another orgasm washed over her and shattered every coherent thought she had. She threw her head back, her breath became shallow, and soft moans escaped her. She repeated his name over and over again and held on to him. Every wicked word that left his mouth sent her higher over the edge. Drake had to literally hold her up. He hugged her closely and whispered encouraging, sexy words in her ear. She lost complete mobility of her legs. They felt like elastic bands. But he held her tightly, she was safe in his arms and she let her full body weight lean into him.
Meg let him have it all, she held nothing back. Drake’s mouth suddenly came crashing down on hers. His tongue hastily worked its way inside. Her lips felt tender and swollen from the kisses they shared earlier. She gave back all she could in return. They were starving for one another. Their teeth clashed just before he sank his tongue in deeper. He pulled back a little, softening the kiss, his tongue swiped across her swollen lips and then he gently kissed each corner of her mouth before pulling away to look at her. He looked at her appreciatively. “You’re beautiful like this,” he said just before he pulled her into his chest and held her tightly.
Meg was breathless and utterly deflated. Drake’s hand came up to her mouth where he touched her bottom lip with two fingers heavily glistening with her juices. He gently caressed her lower lip, gesturing for her to open. Meg parted her lips and two fingers slid inside. She sucked back firmly and eagerly, tasting her desire, thrilled with his actions. His gaze was eating her alive, and she wanted to climb up that gorgeous body of his and wrap her legs around that narrow waist and let him take all of her. She wanted to devour him. Meg sucked his fingers; teasing him with her mouth she sucked firmly and then licked the tips of both fingers before he withdrew h
is hand.
“Fuck, Meggie. Stop or I won’t be able to restrain myself from taking you right here and now, I mean it,” he growled. “I'm so close to burying myself deep inside you, you have no fucking idea, so don’t tempt me, not here, not like this.” He wrapped his long arms around Meg’s waist, covered her mouth with his and forced his way in savagely. His tongue danced around with hers and they continued to explore for what felt like forever before coming up for air.
Meg knew she could get lost in this man forever. But he was right and despite the fact that her body was sending a different signal altogether, this wasn’t the place. Meg’s body had a mind of its own, and she had no doubt if he bent her over here on this very balcony, in front of the huge crowd below, she would have let him. She was hungry for him and couldn’t think straight anymore. He ignited something in her that lay dormant for far too long. Meg always believed that sex was meant to be a slow dance of passion, gentle touches, nice romantic words, and gestures being exchanged behind closed doors. Drake’s passion was far different than what she anticipated. She realized that she hadn’t known what passion was until she met him, and she welcomed it.
They both stood straight, and he fixed the lower part of her dress, pulling it downward past her thighs. “Come on,” he said and exhaled heavily before he kissed the top of her head. They walked together toward the door leading to the stairwell. He took her hand in his, and they headed back down into the crowd. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he pulled her toward him and tucked her into his side before they made their way out.
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