I leaned over to his hand, took the packet, and threw it on the floor. “I’m on the pill now. It’s just us. I want to feel you. And you to feel me.”
I straddled his chiseled hips, and even on my knees, when I brought his cock to attention in my hand, I had to rise further to allow his long cock entry. I circled his dick around my opening. My slick folds licked around him, and my wetness soothed our thirst with a promise of more to come. I led his cock to my entrance and slowly, millimeter by millimeter, eased down onto it.
Every vein, every bump of the surface of his shaft was total ecstasy. I wanted to know this intimate part of him in a way I’d never known before, to feel and forever remember his most private places, to enjoy him all to myself. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, concentrating on the sensation each inch of his cock gave me. I’d engrave my innermost self with him.
His hands steadied my hips as I slowly rose and then eased myself back down.
“Find that beautiful clit of yours. Have a play, Fairy.”
I reached down, circling my fingers gently around the engorged, eager bundle of nerves. I rode his cock harder, feeling him so deep inside me, he was all but in my lower stomach.
He secured my hips down on him, forcing them to make circles on his dick. We danced together in a sexual rhythm. I wasn’t sure what tantric sex exactly was, but what we had right now was at the intersection of lust and love.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled. “I can feel every bit of you.”
I tightened my muscles around him.
“Baby, you better finger that clit faster. I’m ready. Just holding on for you.”
I compiled even though I knew it would bring me to orgasm within seconds. His cock touched every inch of my insides, my fingers covered every surface on the out. Not a bit of my core was left untouched.
I rode him, looking him straight in the eyes. He bit his lip and furrowed his brow, and I went wild thinking I was doing this to him. I was bringing this fucking Adonis to his knees.
I rode him harder, circled my clit desperately with my fingers until it finally pulsed under my touch, my pussy fluttering around him. Clenching and releasing, throbbing with ecstasy.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded but only with the finest thread of composure. This man was about to come undone.
He thrust into me, filling me deeper than I thought possible as my body raced to take him in further… Finally, the heat of his orgasm washed my insides, bathing us in euphoria. Connecting us in a way we’d never connected before.
Drake steadied my hips on him, not allowing me to move. He closed his eyes, and his cock twitched one last time, bare, unsheathed inside me. When our eyes met, something strange passed between them. Did he think the same thing I did? Did he wonder what it would be like one day when he released inside me with even greater intention?
I was on the pill, yes, but I’d never before let a man come inside me. It was so personal. And as suspected, it made me think of babies immediately. I hadn’t wanted to ever fear making another human with the wrong man for me.
But it turned out that when I met the right one, the total opposite of fear happened. I was ready to jump out of this plane headfirst. I tried to shake away the crazy seriousness that suddenly overwhelmed me. The last thing I wanted to do was put any new images onto Drake’s album of late-night thoughts. I’d intended to erase them with my affection.
I lay next to him, my gaze out beyond the windows, a smug, satisfied smile dancing on the corners of my lips. Joy filled my every last cell.
I took in a deep, cleansing breath and rolled over to hug Drake, about to tell him how much I loved him. But to my delight, he’d fallen asleep. It was a satisfying thing to ease someone’s heart. It was a kind of love that was different from any I’d ever experienced before. One that felt similar to pride.
Drake slept for a long time, well beyond the moment when the sun rose. It was masked by clouds and splattered the bedroom with muted sunlight.
He slept beyond me making a coffee in the room, beyond me scrolling news. He slept while I watched snippets of the latest celebrity trial on Court TV and even through me ordering room service.
When eleven a.m. rolled around, the hour loomed to go back to Nora’s and finish painting the woodwork. I climbed into bed next to him, held him in a hug, and stared at his faraway expression. It wasn’t only because he slept that he was so long gone. It was that he’d wanted that sleep so badly he’d wandered very, very far away from this dimension.
Though he’d had a great night of sleep and hadn’t really drunk anything but one beer last night, he still looked more than just tired. He wasn’t his usual warm sepia color. An ashy tone had seeped into the corners of his eyes and down onto the apples of his cheeks. He was still beautiful, but the way that Tim Burton films had beautiful characters. Even the alive, pretty ones looked dead.
I didn’t want to wake him but I knew he’d be annoyed with himself if I went to Nora’s alone. “Drake? Babe?” I shook him, and he didn’t stir.
Jesus. I’d need a Taser to wake him up.
“Drake! Babe!” I said more loudly and closer to his ear while shaking his body much harder.
He sucked in a breath as if coming to the surface after a deep dive. “Mmm?” He opened his eyes to half-mast. “What time is it?”
“Eleven, my sweet. I got you breakfast, but it might be cold now.”
“Shit.” He opened his eyes. “Are you serious? I’m so sorry, my love. I wanted to take you to Al’s this morning.”
His eyes opened further, and they were bloodshot. After that rest, he should have been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. We’d have to have another talk about his anxiety. This just wasn’t a good sign.