Page 86 of Escape from the Green

Nothing but.

So there was no prickling of uncertainty as his hands found my knees, pushing them apart, pressing my thighs to the mattress, spread open to him fully.

His gaze held mine for a moment, looking for something - maybe hesitation. Not finding it, his gaze slowly slid downward, over my chest, belly, lower, eyes fixed on the most intimate part of me.

His hand slid down my leg, up the soft skin of my inner thigh, then planting at the crease where thigh met hip, taking a slow, deep, steadying breath.

His fingers shifted inward, the pad of his thumb sliding up my cleft, making a shiver rack through me at the strange almost ticklish sensation before his thumb pressed expertly into my clit, sending a shock of pleasure through my body, making a choked sound escape me, dragging Drake's gaze back up to my face, eyes heavily hooded, watching me as his thumb did another delicious swipe.

"More?" he asked, sounding like he might combust if I said no.

As if I were even capable.

I was too far gone to even think about going back.

"Yes." My voice didn't sound like my own. It was airy, light, but beneath all that, raw, almost emotional.

A low, rumbling noise moved through his chest as his hand shifted, another finger sliding down my cleft as his thumb continued to work circles around my clit.

My belly tightened when I felt his finger tease around the entrance to my body, pressing, pulsing, making me oddly aware of the hollowness inside before his finger finally applied more pressure, seeking access.

My walls tightened around him as his finger slid into the hilt, causing this almost overwhelming need for movement, for friction.

"Drake," my voice moaned, needy, desperate.

A small smile pulled at his eyes as he gave me what I needed, finger sliding out, then pressing in again, dragging a moan out of me. "More," I demanded, hands dragging claw marks into his arms.

Drake said nothing as his breathing got more labored, his finger thrusting more quickly, pulling fully out once, thrusting back in with two fingers, giving me a twinge of pain as my body adjusted to the intrusion before the pinch melted away, lost in the building pressure, the promise of oblivion.

My hands left his arms, sliding down his chest, stomach, then snagging the front of his pants, dragging the material wide to free him, to bare him to me.

His cock was full, thick, straining with his own need for release, big enough to make a small twinge of uncertainty move through me even as Drake's fingers started twisting inside me, widening me, preparing me.

My hand closed around him, my walls tightening around his fingers at the surprised hiss that escaped him.

My hand stoked down his hard length, watching as his eyes slid closed, a tremor moving through his body at the contact.

"Drake, please," I begged, wiggling my hips around, wanting him inside me more than I was sure I had ever wanted anything before.

"Honey..."

He was trying to reason with me, slow me down.

But there was no slowing down.

The need inside me was overwhelming, demanding. And I didn't have the strength to try to hold it back.

"Drake, please," I demanded, hands moving to his hips, pulling, dragging him downward.

There was the slightest of hesitations before he came over me, lips claiming mine as his hardness slid against my cleft, pressing into my clit.

His hips shifted as he lifted his upper body slightly, letting his eyes hold mine.

His hand moved between us, grabbing his cock, sliding it down my cleft, pressing into my entrance.

An acute burning sensation met the slow invasion, my body fighting his size, struggling to adjust.

"Honey, breathe," Drake demanded softly, brows drawn together in concern as a pained whimper escaped me. "You need to breathe," he added when I didn't immediately pull in a breath. I did then, slow and shaky. "Again," he demanded.