I felt his arms wrap around me, possessively, and his lips brushed the top of my head.
Then I did something I’d never done with any of my sexual partners. I fell asleep in his arms.
When Drake awoke, the scent of sex hung heavy in Sally’s bedroom and he stretched with a grin. What a night! In between bouts of lovemaking and power naps, they’d talked, and talked. The more he’d learned about her, the more he wanted her. He’d refrained himself—barely—from marking her the previous night, something his beast was none too happy about. However, Drake had learned enough of Sally to know she wouldn’t take kindly to him forcing the mating bond on her. Actually, she’d probably cut off his balls and feed them to him if he tried without her consent. Given time—and lots of intense orgasms—he figured she would eventually choose him. Both he and his beast couldn’t wait. In the meantime though, he looked forward to enticing her to become his.
Speaking of whom, she lay draped over him like the most decadent of blankets. He stroked her bare shoulder and she shifted just enough on top of him to get his cock twitching. Her sleepy eyes opened and she gave him a soft smile which framed by her wildly tangled hair sent his erection from semi hard to hang-a-flag in seconds.
“Mmm, I see someone’s wide awake,” she said huskily. She traced a path down his chest with her fingers right down to his cock. Wrapping her digits around him, she stroked him.
He arched into her touch, their lovemaking of the previous night not enough to sate him. Actually, a lifetime of loving her would probably never be enough.
He removed her hand from his prick and she looked at him puzzled. “Hold that thought,” he told her. He rolled off the bed and stood. She smiled at him wickedly and slid her hands down over her belly to the mound between her legs. She parted her thighs and cupped herself.
Drake’s cock jerked, straining towards the molten core she teased him with. But he wanted something specific this morning. He strode into her bathroom and prepped the shower. When he came back into the bedroom, one of her hands still stroked her pussy, while the other rolled and pinched an erect nipple. She’d closed her eyes, and pretended not to notice him. The little tease!
Drake leaned over and bit her nipple. Squeaking, she opened her eyes. Before she could protest, he scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. He didn’t let her go until he’d stepped into the shower. Once under the hot cleansing spray, he released her, sliding her slowly down his body until she stood on her own.
“Trying to tell me something?” she said with a grin when he grabbed a bar of soap and set himself to the task of washing her.
Drake just leaned forward and kissed her, enjoying her “Ooh” against his mouth when he slid his hand between her thighs and soaped her cleft.
Then he stepped back and soaped himself, ending with his turgid cock. Watching her with hooded eyes, he stroked himself, enjoying the way she licked her lips and her eyes followed his move.
He moved towards her and pushed her back so he could rinse himself with the hot spray. He chuckled at the feel of her hands grasping his cock and tugging.
Moving back, he leaned against the cold tile wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Get on your knees and suck me.”
“Excuse me.” Her hand on his cock stilled and she looked at him, her expression torn between indignation and pleasure.
“Suck my cock,” he whispered. To punctuate his order, he threaded his fingers through her wet hair and pushed her down. Her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips as she dropped to her knees in the tub.
Eye level with his cock, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. Then, more boldly, she laved his shaft from head to base. But he wanted more from her. And with the hour growing late, he couldn’t wait.
“Open your mouth, baby, and blow me.”
With a strangled moan, she obeyed, her mouth opening wide and inhaling as much of his shaft as she could take without gagging. He let her get away with that for a few strokes in and out, her cheeks hollowing as she suctioned him hard. Then on the fifth pump into her wet orifice, he thrust a little deeper. Her hands slapped against his thighs and she dug her nails in. He groaned when her throat squeezed around him convulsively, but he held the position and she relaxed, resuming her oral pleasure of his prick, but now taking him deeper.
Drake closed his eyes and let his head fall back, both he and his beast basking in the oral attention of the woman who would be their mate. When he felt his cock swell, ready to burst, he went to pull out. But his little hellcat had different plans. She clamped her lips tight around him and one of her hands grasped his balls and squeezed.
“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”
She moaned around the steel rod in her mouth and when he looked down and saw her eyes looking at him, hot with desire, he lost control. Heavy cream spurted from him in molten jets, and his hot lady swallowed it all, sucking him dry. Shudders permeated his body, as she drained him.
After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she finally let his cock loose. But his excellent sense of smell could tell, she was still highly aroused. Reversing their positions, in a flash he had her pressed against the wall, his hands holding her up, for her legs went limp the moment his mouth touched her sex.
Her desire coated her plump lips in a juice sweeter than ambrosia and he feasted on it, his tongue alternately lapping inside her core, and then flicking across her swollen nub.
Her cries grew more and more frantic, their sound rousing his cock for another round.
Still holding her about the waist, he stood, and lifted her. The head of his cock nudged her cleft and he hissed when she thought to take control again, wrapping her legs around his flanks and drawing his shaft in.
But now locked in position, astride him, he controlled the pace. He leaned her back against the wall and securing one arm around her waist, he leaned his torso back so his other hand could pinch and rub her clit. Her pussy squeezed around him at his touch and he increased his pace, loving how she could take what he had to give, and still beg for more.
Harder, he pistoned his hips, her mewls of pleasure changing frequency as she neared her peak. Faster he thrust, the tight, clinging feel of her sex driving him wild.
And then she cried out his name as she came. “Drake!”
The sweetest sound he’d ever heard followed by the most incredible sensation as her channel convulsed around his rod. With a roar his beast echoed in his mind, he came again bellowing, “Mine!”
Chapter Six
As soon as Drake stepped through a portal to his apartment, I missed him. I sat up in bed in shock. No, I had to have misinterpreted my emotions. But crazy as it was, and foreign as well, I, the love ‘em and leave ‘em gal, missed a man. Not just any man, Drake.
“No, no, no.” I rushed to look at myself in the mirror and my familiar features stared back. Physically, I hadn’t changed, but inside, oh damn it all to Hell, I cared for him.
How and when had it happened? Sure I’d lusted after his body. And I’d admit he was the best lover I’d ever encountered. But, this was all about sex. No emotions. Just great sex with some conversation and cuddling thrown in.
I groaned and dove on the bed, hiding my head under the pillow. How could this have happened? And an even better question, what would I do about it?
Drake had implied he’d be sticking around for a while, a thought which didn’t send me in a panic and rushing for the airline for an impromptu vacation in a very remote location. Actually, I’d kind of gone all soft and warm inside when he’d promised to see me after the show. Speaking of which, I had to get ready. Hopping out of bed, I had another shower since the first one had led to more sex and… Well, let’s just say I had some sticky areas that really needed cleaning.