by L. K. Lewis
Good morning, baby,
This photo was a poor substitute for you last night. I need the real thing here with me. Come spend the weekend with me in Vegas, you’re booked on the noon flight. Pack light, I’ll see you soon.
Love,
Drake xo
A weekend with Drake in Las Vegas! This is just what we need, too. Time together, far away from anyone who might know us, meaning we can stroll along the strip hand in hand, have romantic dinners out, maybe even see a show! I quickly send an email to Grace thanking her for the file, and ask her to let Mr. Baylor Sr. know that I have left early due to a personal matter if he should ask my whereabouts.
I now have about two and a half hours before my flight takes off, so I rush home, change into some skinny jeans, gold ballet flats, and a light turquoise tunic. The outfit will be comfortable to travel in, and lightweight enough that I won’t be sweating in the Las Vegas heat. I throw some cute panty sets, a few sun dresses, some sandals, and a few bathing suits into my weekend travel bag. I then head into my bathroom and freshen up, then throw Drake’s favorite skimpy robe and a little makeup into the bag and I head out the door.
My flight to Vegas is perfectly uneventful. We take off and land on time, which I always appreciate when travelling, especially when time away with my man is the destination! Drake flew me first class, which is sweet and unexpected, and I am able to relax with a glass of champagne before nodding off for a little while. When the plane touches down, I am refreshed and ready to join Drake for a romantic weekend getaway.
After de-boarding the plane, I send a quick text to Drake letting him know I’ve arrived safely.
Me: Hi babe, I’m here safely, Viva Las Vegas!
Drake: Great, baby! I’m here with a car. Did you check any bags?
Me: No, I packed light per your instructions where should I meet you?
Drake: Head on out the arrivals gate, I’ll meet you there. Luv U baby xo
Me: Love you, xo see you in a min.
I practically run to the arrivals gate, and Drake is waiting there with a big, beautiful smile on his face. When I see him, I break into a sprint, and basically hurl myself into his arms. Drake pulls me tight into his embrace, kissing my head sweetly. After a few minutes in Drake’s arms, squeezing each other tightly, and just simply enjoying this very public moment together, Drake pulls back and looks at me just as a tear escapes and runs down my cheek.
“What’s wrong, my love?” Drake looks into my eyes with worry as he gently wipes the tear from my face with his thumb.
“Nothing is wrong, I think I’m just realizing how much I truly missed you these last two weeks. We were apart while you worked hard with your dad, then last weekend happened and we have had some time this week together, but I think I just really missed being in your arms.”
“Oh, Morgan, I’ve missed you too. We have the entire weekend ahead of us. Just you and me, no distractions. We can enjoy all of the craziness that Vegas has to offer, or we can just stay in our hotel room all weekend. Whatever you would like, just name it.” Drake winks.
“Hmm,” I say with a playful smile, gazing into Drake’s beautiful brown eyes. “How ‘bout a hybrid? Some craziness, some relaxation, both in and out of the hotel room?”
“I like the way that sounds, Morgan. Come … your chariot awaits!” Drake says, and we exit the airport and head out in the black chauffeured Mercedes parked at the curb. The driver greets me with a smile, and opens the door for me after taking my carry-on. Drake scoots behind me as the driver closes the door, encapsulating us in much needed air conditioning. The desert may be dry air, but it’s still hot as hell.
“Where are we staying?” I ask Drake between kisses. I now see the necessity of the driver, Drake can’t keep his hands off me, not that I’m complaining. As soon as the driver closed the car door behind Drake, he pulled me into his lap, driving his hands in my hair, crashing his mouth on mine.
“We are in one of the tower suites at the Bellagio. I thought after you get settled in, we could have dinner at Le Cirque, or we could always go somewhere else along the strip. Whatever you want, baby.”
“Anything sounds good right now. I was able to catch a nap on the flight so I’m feeling pretty good. I would like to shower or maybe have a bath with you to wash the travel germs off of me, though. Thank you for the first class ticket by the way, that was really sweet of you,” I say, as I lean forward in Drake’s lap and give him another long, lingering kiss.
“Morgan, baby, I’d move the moon for you if I could. You deserve nothing less than first class. That is what we are working so hard to provide for each other, right? I love the bath idea too. We can relax, unwind, and then get dinner later.”
“That sounds absolutely perfect to me. How did everything go with the guys last night?” I ask.
“It went really well. It was kind of awkward at first because I just sort of showed up and ambushed their dinner … pretty poor planning on my dad’s part, actually. But they relaxed when I produced my AmEx at the end of the meal, letting them know the night and all of its craziness was on me,” Drake answers with a smile.
“Craziness?”
“Oh yeah. Let’s just say when you’re in Vegas to blow off steam, and you’re on someone else’s company dime, it’s easy to get carried away.”
“I’m not sure I want to hear,” I tease. I know Drake was a gentleman as always, I have absolute faith in him. Besides, he has so much to lose by fucking up right now, and everything to gain by behaving himself.
“Well, you know the saying … What happens in Vegas … I’ll leave the details out and just say, if it weren’t for me, I don’t think any of the guys would have made it back to their hotel rooms alive last night, and if they had, I’m sure some would be getting divorced today!” He laughs.
“Sounds like a pretty good night, then.”
“For them it was, I really just wanted to be with you. As soon as I got back to the hotel last night, I texted you, then got online and bought you the ticket. There was no way in hell I was going to let another weekend go by without you next to me. I meant it when I said the picture wasn’t nearly as good as having the real thing in my arms.”
“You really slept with my picture last night, babe? That’s sweet. Something like that would normally creep me out a bit, but because it’s you, I get it.”
“What do you mean because it’s me you get it?” Drake asks, pretending to be offended.
“I get it because it’s us, and I may have taken the picture you gave me in the file last week and laid it next to my bed so I could fall asleep looking at you last night. We’re just the same! So because it’s you, I get it,” I finish explaining as we pull up to the Bellagio.
…
“Oh my God! Drake, this room is beautiful, look at the view!” I squeal as I walk around the suite, taking in its beauty. I have travelled a lot in my life and have stayed in some beautiful places, but the Bellagio’s artistic style and luxury, coupled with this amazing view of the strip and the chaos it promises below, has me mesmerized.
“I’m glad you like it, baby. Why don’t you go start the bath … I’ll call down to make arrangements for tonight and I’ll join you shortly.”
Drake saunters over to me, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me in tightly before giving me the sweetest, softest kiss. He looks me in the eyes, and says, “I love you, Morgan, so much. I’m so glad we have this weekend together, and I’m looking forward to a hybrid of doing everything and nothing with you.” He gives me a cute wink and points me in the direction of the master bath, then heads to the open living/dining area to make some calls for this evening.
I walk into the master bathroom and am instantly breathless. Not only is it clad in beautiful Italian marble with a whirlpool, separate shower, and makeup vanity, but Drake has already had housekeeping line the tub with rose petals and has a bucket of champagne chilling.
I take the time to smell test the beautiful bath oils that have been provid
ed, and choose the jasmine and orange blossom scent. The aroma instantly fills the room, and I waste no time slipping into the rapidly growing bubbles. I rest my head along the rim of the tub, letting past the two weeks seep from my body. I have almost fallen asleep when I hear the bathroom door gently close.
“Sit up, baby,” Drake whispers as he slides in behind me, wrapping his legs around me and pulling me to his chest. He wraps me in his arms, kissing my head and neck gently, before I turn my face up slightly to meet his lips.
“Mmm, I’ve really missed you. I’m so glad you’re here,” Drake moans into my mouth.
“I’ve missed you too, thank you for inviting me to join you.”
“Morgan, I want to be wherever you are, forever. That is what this is all about. This trip, entertaining the guys last night, this is bringing us one step closer to our forever,” Drake whispers in my ear before reaching for the body wash. “Now, my love, let’s get those travel germs, as you so adorably called them, washed off that beautiful body of yours.”
Drake squeezes a healthy amount of body wash into his hands, working the bubbles into a rich lather. As usual, he starts by massaging the gel into my shoulders and neck, and I breathe in the exotic aromas as I relax further in to his chest, reaching behind me to stroke his massive girth. Drake’s hands glide down my arms, crossing over to my belly and back up to my breasts, massaging them, and giving my nipples a firm pinch.
“Aaaah,” I moan, “that feels good, Drake.”
“You feel amazing too, baby, your hand feels good wrapped around my cock,” Drake moans into my ear, sliding his hands down my belly again ‘til they reach my bare mound. “Oh, baby, you feel so smooth, I love it waxed.”
Drake grabs another handful of body wash and resumes his washing duties. Swiftly, he glides over my legs and rubs my feet, but he’s quickly back to washing between my legs, massaging my folds. Reaching around, he teases the pucker at my back entrance before easing his finger in slightly. This is something I’ve never had done to me before, and didn’t think I ever would, but as relaxed as I am in the tub with Drake, I kind of like it. Drake slowly removes his finger and starts to massage my clit with the other hand before easing it back in, going further this time. I let out a hiss of pleasure before Drake whispers in my ear to soothe me. “You feel amazing, Morgan, everything about you is so perfect. Is what I’m doing okay, baby?”
I can’t find my voice to answer Drake so I nod my head and smile, while keeping my eyes closed and continuing to massage him root to tip.
“The things you do to me Morgan, I can’t even explain it,” Drake growls as his kisses become more intense. He continues to massage both my clit and my rear as my hips buck against his hands. The new sensation mixed with the heady feeling of being in this romantic suite on the Las Vegas strip with the man I love soon has my body shuddering. I call out Drake’s name, bucking harder against his hand, panting wildly.
“Take me to bed, Drake,” I moan, coming down from my climax, unable to spend another moment without him inside me.
Without another word spoken, Drake sits us both up, then in an instant he has us standing and the tub draining. He towels dry quickly, then wraps it around me before bending slightly and lifting me into his arms. He carries me out of the tub, through the master bathroom door, then completely lacking any grace, he plops me onto the king sized bed, removing the duvet below me then drops down between my legs to massage my folds with his tongue.
“Oh, baby, nothing has ever tasted so sweet,” Drake mumbles into me as I reach down, fisting his hair, pulling his tongue further into me. He moans in pure ecstasy, grabbing my ass and pulling me further onto his mouth, and I instantly come. “That’s right, Morgan, come for me, baby. I need to be inside you then I’ll be right there with you.”
Drake slides his hands under my ass and lower back, and guides me further up the bed, following right behind. I let my legs open before him, gazing over his entire beautiful body before meeting his eyes. His face speaks of contentment, fulfillment, and pure lust. Resting his hand on my knees, he pries my legs further apart, before slowly entering me. Drake quickly finds his rhythm and I gasp, arching my back as my climax looms.
“Oh God, Drake!” I scream as I come for the third time, reaching for Drake and pulling him down. I wrap my arms and legs around him, meeting him thrust for passionate thrust, moaning, panting, and screaming his name while the aftershocks of my orgasm run through me. Drake lets out a moan and his body stiffens momentarily. Three powerful thrusts later, and he collapses fully onto me, breathing heavily and recovering from his climax as well.
“Damn, Morgan, my body may have missed you more than my heart and soul did,” Drake says, kissing my neck, still recovering. We lie like that for a few more moments, savoring each other, whispering sweetly as we normally do, while kissing and enjoying what we have just done.
“What do you say to rinsing in the shower with me quickly, then getting ready for dinner? I seem to have worked up an appetite …” Drake says with a smile.
“Sounds good to me, mister, I’m pretty hungry myself, although I can say without a doubt that at least one of my cravings has been fulfilled,” I say as I slide off the bed and make my way to the bathroom.
“We never opened the champagne, would you like me to pour you a glass while we get ready?” Drake asks while I sit in my skimpy robe at the vanity applying my makeup.
“I’d love some, thanks.”
Drake
Morgan has just about finished with her hair and makeup in the bathroom and I have one more surprise for her before we head down to Le Cirque for dinner.
“Hey, baby, when you are done in there, I have something to show you, but take your time,” I say, excited to show her what I bought for her.
I had time to spare this morning while I waited for Morgan’s flight to arrive, so I decided to head over to the Shops at Crystals and pick something special for her to wear to dinner tonight.
When Morgan enters the master bedroom, her eyes immediately gravitate to the beautiful royal blue bandage dress from Hervé Léger hanging from the bedpost. Sitting on the floor below it are a pair of black patent leather Louboutins. I didn’t do this all myself, of course, straight guys aren’t really good at this stuff, but one of the concierges here at the Bellagio called ahead for me and told me what shops to go to, and the sales clerks had everything ready for me upon my arrival. I just simply had to pick out what I liked the best.
“Drake, they are beautiful, but you didn’t have to do this,” Morgan says as she walks over to the dress, lifting it from its hanger.
“I know I didn’t have to, baby, but you know how much I like to do these little things for you. I like spoiling you. Get dressed, and finish your champagne, and we’ll head down to a nice meal together, out in public, as you deserve.”
Morgan grabs a bra and some panties out of her bag, and begins dressing in front of me. She’s sort of doing a sultry reverse strip tease, and I love it. I’m immediately hard, and find myself adjusting my pants. “God, you’re sexy. We might not make it to dinner if you keep that up.”
Morgan just gives me a wink and a knowing smile, and keeps going until she is fully dressed and absolutely stunning. I get dressed myself in a black custom tailored Gucci suit, white dress shirt, and black skinny tie, paired with my vintage checkered Vans for flair.
“You take my breath away, Morgan,” I say as I extend my hand to her. “I’m a lucky man to have you on my arm … shall we head down to dinner?”
*****
Dinner is wonderful as usual. Morgan might joke about the fact that we both prefer “chick food”, but the girl really loves to eat. It is so refreshing. Although her parents were a little out there when it comes to their style in raising her, they really did a fantastic job. Morgan may have never worn a mismatched outfit in her entire life, and I doubt her mother ever allowed her to get dirty or have a scuff on her shoes, but it is really nice having a meal out with a beautiful woman that not o
nly appreciates the food, but holds herself with a perfect amount of grace, class, and etiquette.
“What are you thinking about?” Morgan asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“How much I enjoy your company, what about you?”
“I’m thinking about you, and this weekend … about how nice it will be to finally have a meal out like this at home.”
“Morgan, even though things went smoothly last night, it doesn’t mean that my father will be handing over the keys to the kingdom next week. It still might take some time. Are still okay with waiting?” I ask.
“Of course I’m okay with waiting, Drake. With you and the life we have planned at the finish line, I’d run a marathon every day,” Morgan says with a smile.
“How did I get so lucky? Really. I’m asking. How did I get so lucky to have fucked up so much in my life, and to have still found such an amazing woman?” I ask as I reach for her hand that is resting in her lap. I lift it to my lips, giving her knuckles a soft kiss, then stare into Morgan’s eyes and continue. “Morgan, I want you to know … no, scratch that … I need you to understand how fortunate I feel to have you in my life, and just how in love with you I am. You give me so much hope for a future I never thought I could have. On top of that, you are willing to be patient, to be with me even though it’s a secret we both have to keep.”
“I’ve already told you, Drake, I love you. You are worth keeping this secret. It might take a little while longer, like you say, but no matter how long it takes, I’ll still be with you. Think about it this way, when people our age finally find someone they feel remotely serious about, they start fielding the ‘when are you getting married’, ‘when are you going to start having kids’ questions … we get to enjoy this time together without the pressure, it’s kind of nice.”