Oh, yeah she was all for that. Standing up, she shoved her pants off and kicked them to the side. She took her time though with her panties. She slid them down slowly feeling his eyes on her, tracking her.
She almost laughed when he quickly undid his jeans and shoved them down his legs, not even bothering to take off his boots and finish undressing. He wasn’t wasting any time. He reached for her and pulled her back to straddle his lap.
Jinx leaned over to kiss him again, Drake was like a drug she couldn’t get enough of. She rubbed breasts against his chest. Her tight nipples poked and dragged across him.
“Damn, I love your breasts.” His big hands moved to cup them again, teasing her tips.
Hearing him say that made her feel less self-conscious. She loved the way he touched her, learning what she liked. She wanted to learn him too, but right then she wanted to feel him inside her.
Jinx moved so that her slick entrance could rub along the side of his shaft. Her juices slid over him, coating him. Drake leaned forward, taking her nipple in his mouth. He really did like her breasts. With more confidence, she pushed up and down against him. Craving more, Jinx moved enough to allow his tip to nudge inside. Her wet pussy lips opened, letting him slide in deeper. With every motion up and then back down, she took more and more of his length. My God Drake was huge, bigger than anything she had ever had before—not that she had that much experience with men.
His fingers clutched at her hips, helping to maneuver her where he wanted. Then Drake took hold of her and brought her body down hard, engulfing his entire length. Drake and Jinx groaned as one at the feel of him completely inside of her.
“Oh my God, Drake.”
He gritted his teeth as he moved out of her, only to slam up and back inside of her. “You feel amazing.”
Jinx forgot everything else, all of her was focused only on how she was feeling and how good it felt to have him deep inside of her. Nothing else existed except for the two of them. She rode him hard and fast, but she needed something more from him, and he seemed to know exactly what that was.
Drake cupped her ass with one hand. Wrapping his arm around her back and moved them so she could lie underneath him. He brought her knees up over his shoulders and pushed deeper inside her. Jinx looked up into his eyes as they darkened. He went wild, taking her harder and deeper, faster, in and out. She couldn’t catch her breath, and frankly, it was so good she didn’t think she needed the oxygen anyway.
His fierce lovemaking opened something up inside of her that had been waiting to be let out. Jinx had been holding back a wild spirit that craved this type of fucking, craved this type of man—cravedhim. Her nails scarred his back and she tried to move her hips up to meet his every thrust.
Jinx felt her orgasm hit her hard. She arched her back and called out his name, “Drake!”
Drake pulled out of her at just the right moment. His warm semen coated her thighs and stomach. It seemed to go on and on for a really long time. Then he turned to slide next to her on the couch. Thank goodness the couch was about the size of a twin size bed, or she would have fallen.
When she was able to catch her breath, Jinx turned her head to look back at him. “That was amazing.”
“We’re just getting started,” Drake said. To emphasize his point, he lifted her thigh and positioned his already hardening cock at her entrance. He slipped in easily, and her already sensitive pussy responded.
“Oh...yes.” Drake might kill her with her sex, but what a way to go.
*****
Drake had carried her to his bed sometime during the night and made love to her again and again. She was incredible, open and sweet with her responses to him. He would always prefer Jinx’s honesty to anyone else's expertise.
It wasn’t the sex itself that affected him the most, it was the moments in between. She brought something out in him that he had never felt before—tenderness. He wanted to care for her. He got up and went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth and came back to sponge her body gently. When she had thanked him for cleaning her up, he told her that she never had to thank him for caring for her ever. It was his pleasure. He meant it too.
When Drake gently cared for her, it made him feel more like a male of worth, one worthy of someone as special as her. He was giving her something he had never given anyone else before, true tenderness, caring and gentleness. He surprised himself, worried that he might damn well cry from the emotions he was suddenly overwhelmed with.
Jinx fell asleep in his arms, and Drake just held her. The feel of her small delicate body against his hard rough one made him realize how precious she was and that Jinx had given her trust to him made him feel especially protective.
Drake would not give her a reason to regret the trust she had placed within him, or this night that they had shared. Leaning close, he whispered in her ear as she slept, “I don’t think I can let you go. You’ve wrapped around my heart, little one.”
He kissed her softly, then snuggled in to hold her as they slept.
