"What's the matter? Are you feeling OK?"
"Drake, I'm taking a pee…" I said, putting my cell in my bag. "Can you give me a moment?"
"Sorry," he said and stepped out of the bathroom doorway. "I was worried you were feeling sick from your burn."
I wiped myself, flushed and washed my hands, wondering what I'd say. He came in and stood beside me. When I avoided his eyes, he tilted my chin up with a finger so I couldn't avoid him.
"Are you OK?"
"My burn hurts," I said, my voice a bit quivery. "I thought I'd put some aloe on it."
He nodded and ran his fingers over the burn on my breasts. "Let me do that."
"I can do it," I said, pushing his hands away.
"I like to do it," he said, insisting, taking the bottle out of my hands and turning me around, lifting me so that I sat on the vanity, my back to the mirror. He was strong enough that I couldn't resist so I didn't. I just gave in and let him, my mind in a whirl over what Dawn said in her email.
A restraining order?
Drake leaned closer between my thighs and pulled down one of the straps to my nightgown. He squeezed some aloe out and smoothed it over the burns on my shoulders and breasts.
"This is going to make me hard."
"It's still really early…"
"Six hours of sleep is my usual," he said, cracking a grin. "You're so delicious in that black lace. But even more delicious out of it." He hiked up the hem so that my thighs were exposed and of course, my newly-shaved pussy. Then he poured a bit of aloe gel on my thighs where the burn was worst and spread it over. "Oh, I am definitely getting hard because of this."
"I need to take a shower first," I said.
He put the bottle of aloe down and leaned against me, his mouth at my throat, kissing my neck.
"This is waterproof," he said, his fingers sliding up my inner thigh to my groin. "Oh, you're so nice and smooth…" he said when he touched me.
I swallowed hard, in the grip of conflicting emotions. Desire rushed through me at his words and touch, but anxiety did as well. I had to find out what happened before I judged him. Dawn sent a PDF of the restraining order in her email. I wanted to read it but I had the feeling I wouldn’t be able to until Drake and I fucked. He wouldn't let me alone now, not in the state he was in with a delicious-looking erection standing up between our bodies. Just seeing it sent a stab of lust through me, thinking of how good it would make me feel once inside of me.
"I'll turn the shower on. You get naked."
He turned away and started the shower, and I admired his delightfully round and firm ass, his strong, wide back. His skin was so smooth and fair although he did have a bit of a tan on his arms and legs. I undressed, resigned to what was going to happen, wanting it, but still, so afraid of what I'd find when I opened that PDF…
The shower stall beside the bathtub was tiled and large enough for four people. There were two safety bars on the walls and after I got in and was completely wet from the warm spray, Drake maneuvered me into the corner and proceeded to wash me. He took a bar of soap out of its box and lathered up really well, his eyes intense as he began to slide his soapy hands over my shoulders and breasts, his fingers circling my nipples, drawing them into hard points. I grasped onto the two bars on either side of me, and closed my eyes, letting him just do what he would to me. I tried to block thoughts of the restraining order out of my mind. I tried to just focus on his fingers and what he was doing to me, so expertly working me up.
His soapy hands trailed down my body over my belly and down to my thighs. He slipped his fingers between my labia and thighs, gently, and then around my back to my ass and his touch sent thrills of desire through my body. He slid his hands around my hips and soaped between my cheeks before turning me around so that the water rinsed the soap off me.
"There," he said, turning me back, lifting one of my thighs so that warm water ran down my body and between my legs. "All clean."
He
turned the shower off and knelt down on the floor, taking my leg, placing it over his shoulder. He glanced up at me, his eyes intense. "I'm going to eat you, Kate. Put your leg over my other shoulder. Hold on to those bars for support. Remember to tell me if you feel like you're going to come."
I did as he said, my thighs shaking just a bit to see his mouth so close to me. He worked his hands up and around my thighs and spread my labia, then began to lick me all over, his tongue circling my clit, then going lower to the entrance to my body. It felt so good, his tongue so soft and warm against me, but when he lowered one hand and slipped two fingers into me, I clenched around him.
It didn't take long and soon, my arousal built and I felt the unmistakable signs deep inside me of an impending orgasm.
"Drake, I…" I whispered, but he didn't stop. He kept licking, sucking my clit into his mouth, his fingers stroking inside of me. "Drake, I'm going to come…"
This didn't stop him, but seemed to encourage him and he thrust a third finger inside of me, and the increased pressure combined with the sensation from his tongue on my clit pushed me over. My orgasm started, my whole body shaking, my thighs tensing around his head. I breathed in through gritted teeth as waves of pleasure overtook me, and I moaned out loud. "Oh, God…"
He kept licking and thrusting his fingers inside of me, my body quaking, clenching around his fingers.