I couldn't get any words out as he began to stroke his fingers over my slick heat. His thumb pressed deep, pushing against my g-spot as he curled his fingers, his other hand gently taunting my clit. His eyes never left mine as he explored and found my most sensitive spots. My whole body flushed with pleasure as he moved faster and faster, pushing deep and then withdrawing, teasing and caressing until I was about to go over the edge.
"Come, Daphne."
His voice was deep and demanding, and his hands never stopped their relentless movement. His tongue flicked over my nipples, licking up the sweat on my chest before he slammed into me with two fingers, pushing up inside me as far as he could go. I screamed, the pleasure too much, and then he began to thrust in and out, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"Take it, baby. Take it like a good girl."
I shuddered, my fingers digging into the sheets, my body shaking, and then I exploded, my orgasm tearing through me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I felt lost, my vision blurring, my skin on fire as I rode the waves of pleasure. And when it was finally over, I was spent and boneless.
He pulled his fingers from me, and then he was above me again, pressing the fingers he'd used against my parted lips. "Suck, Daphne."
I complied tentatively, tasting myself on his fingers and licking them clean. His growl of approval vibrated through me.
Finally, he pulled his fingers away and his lips were on mine again, consuming me as his hips rocked against me.
When he tore his lips from mine and hissed along my jaw, he murmured, "You are so beautiful." With a groan, he buried his face in my neck. "Go back to sleep, Daphne."
I jerked back to stare at him. "What?"
He licked his lips and shook his head. "I only have so much control. Go back to sleep."
I frowned, not understanding. "Y-you don't want me?"
Drake threw an arm over his eyes. "Woman, you can see how much I want you. The evidence has been poking against that perfect peach of an arse half the night. I have been entertaining every dirty, filthy fantasy I can muster. But even I'm not that much of an arsehole. We can't."
"So you're going to get me off, then just roll over?"
With a heavy sigh, he muttered. "That's the general idea. I'm not what you need. You need lovemaking. And right the fuck now, I lack the control to be gentle. Not to mention, I didn't anticipate this, so I don’t have any condoms."
I should be relieved. The whole situation was insane, but the truth was I wanted him. I had from the first kiss.
I cleared my throat, stalling for time. "And if I'm not asking for gentle?”
Ever so slowly, he removed his arm, turning to face me. His gaze was intent and his voice low when he asked, "What are you saying, Daphne? Are you asking me to fuck you?"
I talked about being brave all the time, but I was hiding from my life. Sometimes afraid to take what I wanted. I knew it was now or never. "Yes, I want you to fuck me. And I'm on the pill."
I could barely believe those words had come out of my mouth, but it had been a long time since I had felt so alive.
"Then let me give you what you need," he said, his voice dark and hypnotic. His hands grabbed my hips, and I felt the warmth of his breath as he leaned forward to press his lips against mine. His tongue slid in possessively, stealing my breath. I moaned as he deepened the kiss.
"You will feel every thrust and every touch," he murmured. "I won't stop until you scream my name."
He kissed me again, deep this time. His mouth, tongue, and teeth an onslaught to my senses. One hand wrestled with my tank until he finally gripped it down the middle and tugged, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room.
He palmed one breast, moaning into my mouth as his thumb and forefinger found my nipple. With each tug, I arched my back, begging him to take more.
His other hand tangled in my hair, and I opened my thighs wider as he pressed up against me.
His mouth left mine and trailed slowly down my neck and chest, stopping to suck and pull at my nipples. His hand left my breast and traveled down, resting at the top of my thigh before slipping downward.
His fingers brushed against my clit, and I gasped at the sensation. His tongue lashed against my nipple as he teased me, and I shuddered, moaning his name. And then he stopped, pulling away with a smirk.
"You like this, don't you? Your tits are so bloody sensitive. I bet you can come just from me teasing them, can't you?"
How did I even explain that I'd only ever been like this for him. "N-no. Just for you."
"Say it again, hell cat," he breathed, honey dripping from his words.
I pinched my eyes shut, and I said it. "Just for you."
He growled, the sound sending a thrill of pleasure through my body. "Eyes open."
I blinked, meeting his gaze, the intensity of it searing me to my soul. He used his knee to nudge my thighs further apart, and when I was splayed before him, he dropped his forehead to mine. "Be sure, Daphne."
I swallowed hard and lifted my hips, seeking his heat.
"Fuck me," he whispered, taking my hands into one of his and securing them above my head firmly.
He rocked his hips, the tip of his cock grazing my entrance. "You feel so damn good." I gasped, my body arching at the sensation as he pushed the tip inside me.
Christ, he was thick. So big.
I squeezed my eyes shut and he halted.
"Eyes open," he commanded, the intensity in his voice causing my eyes to snap open. Our gazes met, and he thrust hard, taking me entirely. I moaned as he filled me, deepening the connection between us. His hands grasped my hips, kneading and demanding, pushing and pulling me against him as his hips moved
I mewled, my legs shaking as he delved deeper, inch after inch. And then he was fully seated inside me, and I was panting.
His eyes were silver in the moonlight, glittering with intensity, and then he moved. Long, slow thrusts that filled me up, stealing my breath. I dug my nails into his back as I wrapped my legs around him, desperate to hold on.
He started slow, his thrusts measured and gentle at first, but when I squeezed him with my inner walls, he shoved a hand into my curls, tugging my head back. "Naughty thing. No trying to make me come too quick."
Then he increased his pace, and soon our hips were slapping together in a frenzied rhythm. With each thrust, he sucked my lower lip, then nipped at my jawline or my neck before coming back around to claim my mouth.
He whispered dirty things against my lips as his hips pumped faster and faster. "Come for me, baby. Take my cock like a good girl."
I gasped. I knew he was close, and I wanted to make it good for him. I tightened my grip on him and pushed my hips, grinding against him. His movements became even more frenzied, and I heard the low rumble of pleasure he was trying desperately to contain.
My body was on fire, and I was oh so close, each thrust pushing me to the peak of pleasure. It felt so good, and I wanted it to never end.
"Say my name," he commanded, and I screamed it as I tumbled over the edge. My inner walls clenched around him as I shuddered, my body racked with pleasure. He was close, his movements becoming erratic as his orgasm grew. His grip on my hips tightened, and he murmured my name as he drove deep.
And then with one more thrust, his body went rigid as he came, filling me with jets of his hot cum. He shuddered and collapsed on top of me, our mutual panting filling the room.