“What?” I ask, staring up at him.
A slow smile ghosts his lips. “Just making sure you’re real.”
I reach for him, pulling his face down to mine. His words do something goofy to my heart, and maybe if he kisses me, it’ll stop. His tongue swipes past my lips, deepening the kiss. Plunging into my mouth. Exploring it.Owning it.
He drops kisses down my throat, sternum, and across my stomach as he scoots down the bed. The kisses are less frantic but no less passionate than before. More reverent, maybe.
I writhe beneath him, aware of my loss of control. My heartbeat quickens as he rolls off the bed. He slides me to the edge by my ankles, his eyes on me always.
I take a breath. “Why don’t you?—”
“Why don’t you lie back and relax?” It’s a statement and not a question. A carefully spoken request that’s really a command, softened by his recognition of my comfort zone. “All you have to do tonight is enjoy it.”
“But …”
“Hey.” One brow raises toward the ceiling. “Do you trust me? Because, if you don’t, I have no business being here.”
I search his eyes while his words claw at my defenses. Trust isn’t something I give easily. But, then again, it’s not something anyone has ever asked for. I suddenly find myself straddling a line, instead of straddling him.
I want to say no. That’s my instinct, my automatic response. But when I open my mouth to relay the message, my heart won’t let the words come out. Naked in front of him, exposed in so many ways, giving up control doesn’t feel reckless. It’s a choice—a surrender instead of submission. Something he’s asking me to do, not trying to take from me.
“Okay,” I say. “I trust you.”
“That might be the sexiest part of this whole night.”
My cheeks flush as he grabs my calves and pushes my legs toward me and my knees to the sides. The air touches my freshly waxed bits, making me shiver. But the look in his eyes, devilishly hot and downright sinful, has me trembling.
“That’s it,” he says, as he lets go of my knees, but I keep them wide. “Keep your pussy open for me.”
I lift my hips for him. “Better?”
He smirks, sliding a finger through my slit. My moan fills the air as he rocks a thumb over my swollen clit. I wiggle in a desperate plea for more.
“You’re going to come on my tongue, my fingers, and my cock tonight.” He pushes a finger, then two, inside me. “Where do you want to start?”
I grin at him, holding his gaze. “Tongue.”
His chuckle rolls through the air, hitting my core like gasoline on an already raging fire. He dips out of view, but his hands are all over me. Hips. Ass. Stomach. He squeezes my sticky thighs as he buries his face between my legs without warning.
“Fuck!” I gasp for breath as I begin to tremble. “Fuckkkk.”
He inserts his fingers again, twisting them before sliding them back out. Every lick, flick, and stroke echoes through the room, mixing with my moans to create our own soundtrack. His tongue presses against my clit before he sucks it gently, sending shock waves rippling from my head to my curled toes.
This is all aboutme—and it’s better than I possibly imagined.
“That’s so good, Drake.” He hums against my sensitive flesh. “Just like that.”
I rock against his hand and face, raising my head off the bed to see his face framed by my thighs. It’s picture-perfect—dream-worthy, and the sight of him like this, with my pussy in his face, is enough to send me toppling over the edge of bliss.
“Fuck!” I yell as the orgasm smashes into me, sending bolts of fire through my veins. “Fuck! That’s it. Oh my … Ugh. I’m comingso hard.” I clench my jaw, and my teeth grind together from the force of it all. “I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can. Take everything I fucking give you,” he growls, and the vibrations are a level of indulgence I never knew existed.
He clamps down on my thighs, holding me in place, forcing me to ride out the waves of pleasure. I feel his gaze glued to me. He’s not missing a thing.
Finally, the intensity eases, and I sigh, sinking into the comforter. My legs are gelatin. My pussy trembles. But my mind? It’s a beautiful, peaceful, but muddled mess.
I’m aware he removes his fingers because another shudder wracks through me.
