He gripped her hair in a firm hold and tilted her head back slightly where he made direct eye contact with her. Her mouth was filled with him and her lips stretched over the silky smoothness of his hard shaft. Meg watched the torment and the fire in his eyes. His expression was almost pained with the need to release but he still held that damn phone.
“I think I’m losing you,” he finally said into the mouthpiece. “Hello? Hello?” He said just before Meg heard the phone land on the floor next to her feet, the carpet cushioning its fall. Drake leaned down and a loud popping sound filled the air when he quickly pulled out of her mouth. He picked her up quickly in his arms and threw her on the bed. Meg giggled in delight and looked up to meet his gaze. He was staring down at her with lust filled eyes. He quickly pulled the remainder of his clothes off, and her face grew serious as she watched him shed his clothes. He couldn’t get naked quickly enough.
He settled on his knees directly in front of her, his voice was less controlled than usual and then he cleared his throat. “Fuck, Meggie, what you do to me, suck me, take all of me,” he said. She sat up and did as he asked. “That’s it, baby, faster, suck harder,” he was almost there, his balls tightened and his words made her hungry and eager to please him. She sucked harder and took him back further than before. He threw his head back one last time and groaned loudly when his release pulsated through his body and hot semen shot down Meg’s throat. He called her name over and over, tightening his grip on her hair with every spurt of semen that made its way down her throat. His body shook uncontrollably from the after effects. She swallowed every last drop of the salty liquid and then slid her mouth upward where her teeth sank in lightly. She bit down gently around the head and tickled the tip with her tongue sending one last shiver through him.
Unable to take it any longer, the sensations were too much, Drake pulled away. He stood her up. “Come here,” he said, his breath was uneven and shallow. He pulled her into his embrace and lifted her off the bed into his arms. Meg wrapped both legs around his waist, he kissed her hungrily, and with two long strides, he sat her down on the lounge chair in the corner of the room and knelt down directly in front of her. He worshiped her, and he wanted to show her exactly how much.
Drake took both her legs and spread them apart placing each leg on either side of the arm rest. Meg was completely and utterly exposed to him and the anticipation of having his mouth on her, sent a quiver through her and straight to her throbbing clit. He stared at her pussy with hunger. His eyes shifted back to meet hers momentarily. Both of them were heated, and without a word, his head was between her legs, trailing light kisses and nibbling along the insides of her inner thighs before he bit down just enough to deliver a little pain, immediately followed by a soothing suckle from his luscious mouth. Pleasure shot straight through her followed by her soft moan of approval.
His mouth was wicked, and every nerve ending in her body came to life. He sucked hard where he bit down on her inner thigh. The sting still lingered and she knew he marked her. His breath was hot, and she felt completely intoxicated as he kissed a path to the opening of her vagina. Her clit throbbed with expectancy and eager for his mouth. Finally, he settled his mouth on the tightened nerve endings and licked lightly, she moaned at the sensation and then he bit down gently. The sounds escaping her throat grew louder, and he didn’t linger in the same place for long. He was devouring her with his mouth, touching her everywhere. Teasing and tantalizing her, his tongue worked through her folds like magic before settling at her entrance. The evidence of her desire spilled freely down between her buttocks. She was so wet and so ready for him. He continued slowly to suck and lick around the outside, driving her completely insane for more. Meg wanted to feel him inside her, filling her. Her body screamed for him to take her.
She stilled herself when she felt the warmth of an orgasm move through her womb and the sweetest sensation built from deep within. The buildup was strong and growing fast, leaving her gasping for air, and she pushed her pelvis forward into his mouth. She needed to come, needed just a little more pressure to put her over the edge. “Drake, please,” she begged, “Do something, I need…”
He stopped and met her gaze, the blue of his eyes almost black, and Meg thought he had to be the absolute sexiest man alive. “What do you need, Meggie? Tell me.”
“I need you to do something, make me come, please.”
“Tell me how to make this better for you. Come on, baby, just say it. Tell me what you want.”
Drake wanted to hear her say it, to hear her sultry voice begging him for more. “You’re so sweet, Meggie. You taste so good. I could spend the entire night feasting on you.”
She let out another soft moan. The words came so natural to him. He sounded so hot and sexy with every word that passed his lips. Meg was too embarrassed to reciprocate. She didn’t think it would sound as hot spewing from her mouth.
He continued teasing her with his mouth, driving her to the brink of insanity. He stroked his thumb across her clit lightly, and Meg thrust forward. Each time she was almost there, he eased back, taking any amount of pressure with him, not giving her that release she was growing frantic for. He was tormenting her and working her into frenzy. “Ah, that feels so good. Do it again, Drake, please, I need to come.” Meg was near tears. She was borderline desperate with the need to climax. All she needed was that little push to send her flying over the edge. She lowered her hand to touch herself, he pushed her hand away.
“Oh no, you don’t. Your orgasm is mine. I will give you what you need, stay with me, focus on me, tell me how to touch you, Meggie. What do you want me to do? I won’t let you come until you tell me exactly what it is you want,” he demanded in a low sexy growl.
Meg opened her eyes and tried to sit up a little. She removed her grip from the arms of the chair. Her legs remained open to him and she fought desperately to keep them parted, but God knew how much she wanted to squeeze them together to ease the ache that pulsated through her womb. She managed to grab on to both sides of his head and guided his mouth directly to her straining clit, forcing his lips to rest directly on the tight bundle of nerves. All thread of self-control and embarrassment were tossed aside; she no longer cared that she looked desperate. Meg rubbed against his mouth with enough force to take what she needed, but he pulled back and grinned up at her before shaking his head in disappointment.
“What? Drake, you’re killing me. I need you to do something or I’m going to die here. Please, I’m begging you.” Anxiety and desperation was clear in her voice and she wore a wild look on her beautiful face. He smirked back at her with that fuck me grin of his, his lips were moist from her juices. He was fully erect and so fucking gorgeous, Meg wanted to crawl inside his skin.
“I want to hear you say it, Meggie. Tell me what you want, just say it, baby.”
Her face grew serious. I can do this. I can say it. It was clearly important for him to know she was gaining a level of comfort with him and to show she trusted him. She went silent for a moment as she worked it all out in her head.
“You’re thinking far too much, Meggie. Don’t think, just feel and say what it is you want. Share that side of yourself with me.” He was pressuring her and taking her out of her comfort zone but he didn’t care. She would get past the initial embarrassment and those walls would come tumbling down soon enough. She was sexy and vibrant, and he wanted her to be vocal in his presence. He loved taking from her, but he wanted her to take from him as well.
Her voice was unrecognizable as she uttered the words. “I need you to suck my clit and bite down a little in that way you do, that little jolt of pain sets me on fire. And when I come, I want you to lean me over this chair on all fours and fuck me from behind, so hard and fast that I won’t be able to walk for days.” There I said it. Now give me what I’m asking for, damn it.
Well, now that was more than he bargained for. Drake cursed low under his breath as he listened to every word that poured out of that hot mouth of hers. She
didn’t even finish that last sentence before his mouth took possession of hers. He pulled away and their gaze connected briefly, the look between them heated and wild beyond words. He was pleased. Fuck, he was more than pleased.
“That’s it, Meggie. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?” His head lowered between her legs and went directly to the place that needed his attention the most. He sucked and pressed into her with eagerness, the friction from his mouth created a maelstrom of desire that rocketed through her body. Meg moaned out loud at the sensations. She exploded in his mouth, every nerve ending came to life and then she completely came undone around him. He bit down lightly on the bundle of nerves, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.
She stilled when she felt him gather her juices and trail slowly downward to the tight forbidden hole where he massaged and coated the area. She let out a small gasp and her eyes flew open. She fixed her gaze on him and he stared back at her. “Trust me, Meggie. This won’t hurt, just trust me to pleasure you, relax your body.”
She wanted to, but this was so personal, so intimate. She lay back against the back of the chair and relaxed, she trusted him. The sensation of his touch in that forbidden part of her was different than any other way he had touched her. The area was sensitive, igniting a different feeling within her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. She had to admit it was driving her wild. A warm sensation ran its way through her entire lower region taking her by surprise. Everything melted inside her, her clit grew tighter, more sensitive. She was breathless from the orgasm he just gave her, and she moaned softly at the new sensations she was experiencing.
“Trust me, Meggie, to pleasure you. I would never hurt you. Doesn’t it feel good?” He continued to talk to her, all the while stroking and rubbing the area gently.
“Ahhh, Drake, that does feel good, so, so good,” she muttered, she was barely audible. She relaxed herself around his touch. She arched her pelvis upward, taking every bit of pleasure he was giving her. She let him explore.
“Relax, baby. Close your eyes and just feel, feel me touching you, pleasing you, stroking you.” His finger dipped inside her channel again; her womb pulsated at the feel of his fingers filling her. The muscles there squeezed and gripped his finger. She was lost all over again. She could only hear the sound of his voice; his words were becoming more and more distant. His erotic words reached out to her, he took over her every thought, her every emotion and every desire. She gave herself over to him, and let him take complete control.
He pulled out slowly, “You’re so wet, Meggie. You should see yourself, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you are right now. There’s no greater pleasure than watching you come undone. Watching how I make you feel; you’re stunning,” he assured her.
He caressed her folds slowly with his finger and gathered up the juices before moving slowly downward towards the tight forbidden hole where he massaged the area just before the tip of his finger leisurely made its way back in. “Relax, Meggie, just feel, lose yourself to me, think only of the sensations, does it feel good?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her breathing was quick and shallow, and she focused all her energy on the new sensations. Her tummy tightened and she moaned in response. The feel of his finger worked its way slowly through the tight entrance. Deeper and deeper, he worked his way inside of her. His finger wiggled around a little, allowing her to adjust to the feel of something foreign invading the forbidden area. Every muscle clenched as he went in deeper, until finally she felt the tight ring of muscles deep inside give way surprising her with renewed warmth that settled deep inside her. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Drake maneuvered farther inside urging her to relax and he pumped her with his finger, in and out. It no longer hurt and Meg was overwhelmed with an undeniable urge to climax. His hot breath lingered over her sex, his lips pressed against her clitoris, and he bit lightly, sending a jolt of electricity through her and then he sucked greedily at the tight bundle of nerves.
Meg’s entire world detonated behind closed eyelids; her body shook in uncontrollable measure. The orgasm was strong, her body quivered violently at the loss of control she was feeling. She screamed his name and dug into his forearms. Her nails sank into his skin, and she thought for sure she might have drawn blood. She bit down on her lower lip trying to stop herself from screaming, but her moans were loud and Drake thought he would come just listening to her. She was undeniably gorgeous and the sounds she made were like music to his ears. He loved seeing her come undone like this. He could spend his entire life bringing her pleasure. Drake removed his finger and continued to blow softly over her clit, her womb pulsated, spasms wracked her inner walls and slowly, he brought her down. She begged him to stop, and then begged him to continue. She had no idea what she wanted anymore. She was incoherent.
“I can’t take it anymore, Drake, please,” but he didn’t let up. He gently but firmly pushed her upper body to rest against the back of the chair and he held her hips in a firm hold. He lowered his mouth to her folds and continued to bring her down from an earth-shattering orgasm, one that she had no idea existed until now.
Unashamed, Meg opened her eyes when she felt him move away; she stared back at him and smiled. His face was strained with hunger for her and there was no doubt in her mind he wanted to pound into her. His jaw flexed uncontrollably, he reached down and pulled her toward him. Meg stood up on shaking legs and he turned her around where she moved over the seat of the chair on all fours. The familiar sound of a foil packet ripped open behind her, just before she felt his hard erection against her entrance. In one quick thrust, he was all the way in, buried deep inside her. “Meggie, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” His finger went down to the forbidden part of her again, rubbing gently he said, “One day, I’m going to take you here,” he promised. “But there’s lots of time for that.” The thought of Drake taking her that way toyed with her mind. How would he possibly fit, he was huge and although it felt good to play around a little in that area, she just couldn’t imagine him taking her there.
His thrusts were hard in and out over and over again, she felt another orgasm approaching, building from the feel of his hard shaft hitting something so far deep inside her it was almost painful but the kind of pain you begged for.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. Meg moved her right hand between her thighs and placing two fingers over her clit where she started to work slowly over the bundle of tight nerves. She applied a little more pressure and worked her fingers quickly in a circular motion, faster and faster until she was panting and moaning out loud. Drake picked up the pace and slammed in to her harder and harder until another orgasm took over. It didn’t take long as Meg was still tingling everywhere from the previous orgasms.
Every muscle in her womb sent spasms through her throbbing channel. Meg clenched down on his shaft and squeezed her inner muscles and sent him right over the edge with her. He bore into her one last time before she heard him groan in satisfaction. He rested both his hands on the armrest on either side of her, his head rested on her back, his breathing was fast and hard, and he kissed her gently between her shoulder blades before pulling out. She heard the condom drop inside the garbage, and she closed her eyes. She had never felt this exhausted.
Drake reached down and pulled Meg’s limp body into his arms. He carried her to the bed and pulled back the comforter, and gently, he laid her down and kissed her passionately. His tongue penetrated past her lips, finding hers, where they danced lazily around one another, falling into a rhythm of their own.
He pulled back and his gaze fell upon her face. “That was incredible, and you are so beautiful, so perfect, I can’t get enough of you. Tell me you’ll wait for me. I need to know you’ll be here when I get back.”
She stared back into perfectly shaped, beautiful dark blue eyes and watched while he searched her face for a response. Meg’s eyes filled unexpectedly. She felt lost to him at this moment, bu
t how is it possible to feel this strongly about someone you just met? There was no denying the chemistry between them, but she feared waking up one day and realizing this is all but a dream. She worried what would happen Monday after he left. What if he never returns? What if this is it for us? One weekend of hunger, lust, and, God, what can I say to him? More than anything, she wanted to trust that he would come back to her.
“Drake, hold me, please hold me.” He didn’t hold her. In fact, he moved to stand beside the bed and looked down at her with a blank expression on his face. Meg knew what he wanted to hear, that she would wait for him. He looked vulnerable to her for the first time since they had met. A look of regret quickly shadowed his features. Clearly, he wanted to know how she felt about him and where they stood with one another. But if she reciprocated, it would open her heart up again to the possibility of being hurt. She couldn’t lose him twice. The first time was difficult enough.
His head lowered, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said. He arched an eyebrow, “Would you like to join me?” Meg knew she should, but her legs would give out from under her if she tried to stand, and she needed the time to think about the words he just shared with her. The same words she waited her entire life to hear from that special someone. And this man was perfect in every way.
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