Using his finger and thumb, Drake spreads my swollen folds and drags the head of his cock through my juices. I gasp and rock against him, desperate for more the second he hits the bundle of nerves tucked between my folds.
“Please, Drake,” I gasp, reaching for him.
“Please what, little rose? Tell me what you want your lover to do to you.”
His words shoots a wave of heat through my body. I’ve never… I don’t think. “I… touch me there. I want to fill your fingers inside me. I want you to stroke me and touch me before you enter me. I want to see you suck my juices off your fingers and I want…”
“Yes, little rose?” Hooded eyes consider me from above.
“I want you to kiss me after.”
No sooner than I get my wish out, is he delivering. Two thick fingers slowly, ever so slowly, enter my tight channel. He curls his fingers and I’m suddenly arching off the bed. He strokes his callused touch against a spot that has my toes curling and my breath leaving my lungs.
“Drake. Ohh…I need more. I need–”
“I know, baby girl.” He leans over me, dragging my throbbing clit between his lips. He licks, sucks and teases me until I’m writhing beneath him.
And then my release hits. Waves of heat rock through me and I explode in his mouth.
Drake groans, curling those fingers of his at just the right time to have me squirting my release. It’s a wave of liquid heat I can’t control. It floods my channel, spilling down my seam, and Drake is right there to lick all my juices. He raises to his knees and drapes his body over me.
Holding my eyes with his, my mafia boss licks my lower lip. I open for him and moan at the taste of my release on his tongue.The kiss is hard, hot and so sexy. Our tongues clash and reach up, dragging my fingers through his hair, holding him to me until both of us are gasping for air.
When we finally break apart, he positions himself at my entrance. The head of his cock presses against my slick heat, my breath catching in my throat. He's so much bigger than I expected. So thick and hard and impossibly male. The pressure of him against my most intimate place sends a shiver racing down my spine that has nothing to do with fear.
He pushes forward. Slowly. Just the tip.
I gasp, my body tensing around the intrusion. The stretch is unfamiliar, overwhelming, a fullness I've never experienced. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to adjust to the sensation of him stretching me. I can feel him rest against the part of me I’ve held onto for so long.
He moves a hand beneath me and grips my ass, the sensation a wonderful contrast to the pain.
He freezes immediately. "Are you okay, baby girl?" He slips his cock from me and eases back in. The move is unexpected and I shudder against the new sensations overwhelming me.
"Yes." The word comes out breathless, shaky. "It's just... you're..."
"I know. I’m big, but you can take me. I know you can. Your body was made for me." A small smile curves his lips, softening the intensity in his gray eyes.
"We'll go slow."
Another inch. Then another. The tight grip of my body resists and yields in turns, stretching to accommodate his thick girth. Ican feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him claiming space inside me that has never been touched.
Then he stops. Something in his expression shifts. I feel the tension coil through his muscles.
"Katriana." His voice is rough with emotion I can't quite name. "Once I take your virginity, you’re mine as much as I am yours. Do you hear me? This is all your choice, but there’s no way I won’t see you as all mine. My to hold and cherish forever."
I will not cry. I will not cry.
A fat tear slips from the corner of my eye.
I meet his eyes without flinching. "I knew I waited for someone special and that man is you, Drake Moses."
My words crash over him visibly. His whole body goes still. His gray eyes widen, then soften with something that looks almost like reverence.
"Why me?"
The question breaks something open inside me. All the walls I've built, all the defenses I've constructed, they crumble in the face of his vulnerability. This powerful, dangerous man is asking me why I chose him, as if he genuinely doesn't know.
"Because you're the first person who made me want to. Who made me feel safe, protected and wanted as a real person." Tears prick at my eyes, but I'm smiling. I can't help it. "Because you stopped when I said wait. Because you gave without taking. Because you make me feel precious."
