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“I want this.” I want all of it. I’m nervous and excited all at once.
“Music to my ears.” He reaches around my back and, with a single flick, releases the hook and latch fastener of my bra.
I tremble as he slowly—so very damn slow—removes the black lace until I’m bare to him from the waist up. He doesn’t make a grab for my breasts. Instead, he takes a moment to savor what he sees.
“You’re fucking incredible.”
Drake leans in and chastely brushes his lips across mine. It’s such a soft move that it takes me by surprise, nearly reverent in the execution, but then his lips are on the move, fluttering along my jawline, nibbling on the shell of my ear.
He moves down the arch of my neck, drawing deep moans from me as he sucks on the sensitive skin. His lips press against the hollow of my throat and then move down the center of my chest as I squirm and my nipples tighten with anticipation.
Still no hands. His palms press down on either side of my legs as he kisses me.
His lips travel over the swell of my breast, kissing, suckling, nipping, until his mouth finally, agonizingly, sucks in my nipple.
My breaths quicken as he laves my nipple, teasing the hard nub. Heat rushes through me, quickening and burning as it settles into a low ache between my legs.
My head tips back as I comb through his hair with my fingers. When he bites down on my nipple, I tug on his hair. The expert application of his tongue is something I’ve never felt before. I never dreamed such pleasure exists from nipple play alone.
I burn beneath his low, throaty exhales as he moves to my other breast, raining down the same devastation as he did with the first. He deals relentless strokes with that tongue, follows it up with teasing nips of his teeth, all the while torturing me and drowning me in sensation.
His hands move to grip my ass. His fingers dig in as he sucks on my nipple. A sigh escapes me, luxuriating in more sensation than I ever thought possible.
Drake continues, moving according to the pace he sets. His hands move over my hips and down my thighs until they rest at the hem of my skirt.
Slowly, achingly slow, his fingers grip the fabric and draw it up inch by inch. Drake lifts me, drawing my skirt around my ass to expose the black lace thong I wear for him. A low groan of masculine pleasure escapes him.
It’s needy, determined, and resolute.
My breasts grow heavy. My nipples ache. A needy pulsation settles between my legs. My fingers catch in his hair as my entire body trembles beneath him. I gulp down a moan as he places his fingers over the small triangle of fabric between my legs.
“Damn, but you’re gorgeous, city girl.” He lifts away from my breast to capture my lips again.
The moment his mouth covers mine, he yanks the lace to the side and places his fingers over my slit.
I rock against him, needing more stimulation, as his fingers explore my folds and press against the hood of my clit. I curl in my lower lip, biting back a moan as I squirm for him.
“You’re wet for me, city girl.” His words rush over me as I gulp down another moan. “Should I stop?” He presses his fingers against my slit, teasing.
“Please, don’t stop.” I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s made me gasp on the cusp of coming undone.
He kisses with a ferocity I’ve never experienced and explores with determination and intent. Everything he does is calculated to enhance my pleasure. Those wicked fingers of his rub against my folds, taking their damn sweet time as I go crazy with the need for more.
More friction.
More pressure.
Just—more.
“Best words I’ve ever heard. Luv, I’m not stopping until I’m balls deep, buried in your sweet heat. You’re going to feel me for days.” With that, he buries his fingers as a quickening rush of exhales spill out of my mouth.
My head tips back. My tits press forward. And that devious tongue of his is on the move again.
Whimpers escape me as he explores with his fingers. I shake as his teeth graze my skin. It doesn’t take much before I’m out of breath and panting. Too many pleasurable sensations assault me simultaneously.
He uses his free hand to play with my breast, doubling down on the stimulation of my nipple.
Hard. Peaked. Aroused.
