his arousal. I wanted him inside me. The need was almost too much to handle.
He pulled me up against his chest and kissed the flesh of my skin, wrapping his hands around my back and unstrapping my bra. His fingers looped in the straps and slid it down my arms as his lips continued devouring every part of my neck and jaw.
He caressed my body with his large hands, teasing me, making me beg for more. “Drake, please,” I whimpered against his perfect mouth. “I need you, now.” I felt him smile as he pressed us closer together.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to taste you, feel you, make you all mine.” His voice was deep and rough. I inhaled quickly as he took my nipple into his mouth, arching my body as my hands grabbed his hair. I was soaking wet, ready for him to make me his. “Your scent, Molly. God,” he groans, his voice filled with wanton desire. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I set eyes on you. I’m going to go slow and enjoy every minute of you.”
His deep, heated voice had my body in a frenzy. “ Yesyesyes …” I moaned. His touch, his lips, his hands could send me over the edge at any moment. I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. I wanted him in the worst way.
Drake lowered his body and continued kissing me below my stomach, tenderly pressing his lips to my sensitive bud. I was wet and needy, urging him deeper inside. I moaned as his fingers slid inside me. I clawed at the sheets as he drove his greedy lips against my wet slit.
“I need you...” My words breathy and needy. It was becoming unbearable. His fingers sunk deeper and harder into me while his mouth bit my lips. I was going to come at any moment. “Drake.” I wanted him deeper. I couldn’t get enough. I arched my body harder against his lips, needing him to fill me.
Just as I was close to the edge, his fingers pulled out. I groaned in protest, ready to finish the job myself, but then he squeezed my ass, bringing his mouth down on me.
His tongue was a blend of heaven and hell. Now I knew what that perfect tongue could do, and now I knew I wanted it more than anything.
My body shook and trembled as I released around his tongue, moaning his name. I came twice more before he finally came up for air.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, proudly. He feathered kisses up my thigh and to my stomach, aligning our bodies. My hips arched and he claimed me with his body.
He thrust harder, making me greedy for more. My hands pressed against the bed as I squeezed the sheets in my palms, my arousal already building.
“ Fucking hell , Molly…” he moaned against my ear. My whole body quivered against his every move. “You feel more amazing than I could’ve ever imagined.”
“I need more of you,” I begged. “Faster.”
“You are so beautiful. I want to take my time with you.” He cupped my face and planted a long, deep kiss on my lips.
“Mm, yes…” I begged again as I ached for release. I could feel it building inside of me again, making it almost unbearable how slow he was going.
“Christ,” he moaned in my ear, building me up even more. Heaving breathing and lips colliding are the only noises in the room.
He pulled out slowly and fixated his eyes on mine as he slid back inside, deeper this time. Arching my hips to greet his, I erupted in a wild frenzy, digging my nails into his back as he released inside me.
We panted heavily as we tried to catch our breaths. He collapsed on top of me in a layer of hot sweat.
“That was incredible,” I said breathy. I haven’t had mind-blowing sex like that… ever.
He brushed his lips up my neck and gently placed a kiss on my nose. I sprawled on top of the dresses, trying to emotionally rationalize what just happened.
Drake Stagliano. In my bed.
“Here you go,” Drake said, handing me a shirt.
I was surprised when he pulled me off the bed and pushed the sheets back. “Get in,” he demanded. I complied and got in, laying on the far side of the bed. He