The Commitment (Unrestrained 2)

My hands found his hair, running through it, grabbing it and pulling him down to me and that elicited a growl from him, his kiss becoming even more devouring. Heat from his body seeped into mine, warming me, making my heart pound. Every inch of my skin seemed on fire where he touched it, my throat with his lips, under the hem of my dress with his wandering hand. He inhaled deeply when he felt the top of my stockings, the clip of my garter, then the naked skin of my pussy.

"Fuck, I need you, right now." His voice was low and deep, animalistic, making my breath catch in my throat. He lifted my thigh and ground his hardness into me.

Then, he pushed me down on the couch so that I lay beneath him, his hips between my thighs. He kissed me deeply, pressing himself against me, grinding his hips, and his nicely thick and hard erection, into me. I gasped when he slid down my body and lifted my dress, baring my lower body before delivering a rain of kisses all over me, from my belly to my inner thighs.

"Drake," I said, my body stiffening. I thought that he would only slip his hand up my dress – not eat me with my dress up to my waist.

"Shh," he said. "Comply."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, hoping no one blundered upstairs by mistake and found us in flagrante delicto. When Drake slipped his fingers into me, I gasped, my thighs trembling. When he covered me with his mouth, his tongue unerringly finding my clit, laving it with the flat of his tongue, I moaned, unable to stop from thrusting my hips against him. The combination of the sensations, the arousal from earlier, and the risk of being caught made me exquisitely sensitive. Soon, I was writhing under his mouth while he thrust his fingers inside me, sucking my clit in a way that was guaranteed to make me come fast.

Then he pulled away and when I opened my eyes, Drake's blue ones regarded me intensely. He leaned over me as I lay on the couch, his arms on either side of my head.

"I'd love to fuck you from behind right now," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Your dress hiked up over your back, your body over the back of the couch, me standing behind you, watching my cock slide inside of you, but we have only a few minutes. Instead, I think I want you to stand in position for a while so I can imagine it."

Then he lifted me up and turned me around, pulling up my dress so that my ass and legs were on display, my black sheer stockings with the seam up the back, my black lace garters and garter belt, my knees spread wide. He sat on the opposite couch and watched me for a few minutes, his chin resting on his hand, and the feel of his gaze on me, on my exposed ass and pussy, made me even more aroused if possible.

I ached to have him come up from behind and shove his cock inside of me, fuck me until I came. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, excited about later, when we went back to Drake's apartment.

He'd do it then.

I drifted on a wave of arousal for a few moments while Drake watched me, my body so ready, my breath shallow. Then Drake's cell chimed and I was startled out of my erotic reverie. I jerked back into full consciousness and tried to stand up, but Drake was right there, one hand on my back to stop me.

"Yes, you can bring them up," he said into his cell, his voice totally in control. "But give me a couple of minutes first. Show them the new ice sculpture. Introduce them to the chef."

He ended the call and I tried to stand up straight but he stopped me once more.

"No." He ran his fingers down the small of my back, between my ass cheeks to my pussy, his fingers teasing the entrance to my body, his thumb stroking over my aching clit.

"Drake…"

"The more you resist, the longer I'll take."

I said nothing, waiting while he stroked my clit more firmly, my breath coming in short gasps. Finally, he pulled my dress down, turned me around and stroked his hands over my hair, adjusting my dress to make sure everything was presentable.

He ran a hand over his erection and then buttoned his jacket to cover it. He dipped his fingers in his glass of vodka and then licked them off, smiling at me when he did. Then he dipped a corner of a handkerchief into the vodka and wiped his mouth.

"My two favorite things – your pussy and vodka."

I couldn't help but smile back. "How am I going to get through this dinner?"

"You'll manage. Keep imagining what I'm going to do with and to you when we're alone later."

We heard them before they arrived, the sound of their voices drifting up from the elevator. Drake went to the double doors and opened them, waiting. Once the elevator door opened, he welcomed my father and Elaine, taking them off the hostess's hands.

"Please bring up more caviar," he said, and ushered my parents into the opulent room.

I went to my father and kissed first his and then Elaine's cheek. "I'm so glad you suggested this," I said to my dad. "I never thought I'd say it but I love caviar."

We sat and Drake poured my parents a shot each of vodka and we all toasted each other's health before downing the clear liquid. My father smacked his lips a few times and grinned widely, reaching for one of the last blini to follow his shot.

Soon, we were busy catching up with each other's days – Drake making sure to first ask my father about his campaign. My father was only too happy to recount how things were going and the steps he had to take to ensure he was on the nomination ballot. Elaine asked Drake about his job in Africa and he was only too happy to describe it. I sat and listened as he talked about the hospital and of the Medical College. He seemed really excited to be taking on the position. I took Drake's hand, squeezing it, pleased to see him so happy.

He turned to me, his face softening, a smile on his lips. He leaned over and kissed me briefly before turning back when the cocktail waitress brought more blini and caviar.

Beside me, Drake held up his glass. "Za vas," he said, looking at us all, one after the other. "To us."

"To us," my father replied. He held up his glass, as did Elaine and I. Together, we shot back the vodka and then turned to the blini and caviar once more.