“We should do that, not today obviously. You know what I mean.” She leans back in her chair.
“As soon as shit settles down, we’ll make it a plan. You full?” I ask. My plate is wiped clean. Guess I was hungrier than I thought.
“Yes, I’m ready to get in the pool. Let me put these in the house, and I’ll grab the plastic to take care of your shoulder.” Giana is up and out of her seat, grabbing the plates and her glass before I get a chance to help.
“Woman, I can still help, you know?”
“I know, and Drake?” She pauses.
“Yeah, angel.”
“I like taking care of you.” She saunters off. Damn, this woman is a firecracker.
Ten
Giana
Drake and I spent the majority of the day sitting in the pool, him on the step of the shallow end with me standing in front of him. The water kept us cool from the heat and the margaritas had me feeling good, not in a bad way either. Especially when he grabbed my hip, brought me in between his spread legs, and kissed the hell out of me, so much that my hands were deep in his hair. My legs were rubbing back and forth trying to gain the friction I needed to come.
When I felt his fingers move to the edge of my bathing suit bottom, I tipped my head back on a moan, giving him the answer he needed to go further. His tongue licked a path to the edge of my top. My hands clung to his hair, probably pulling more than what was necessary, but Drake built up this need inside me since the moment I laid eyes on him in the hospital.
“I’m going to make you feel good, angel. You just take what I give you.” That’s when he went in for the kill. His thumb glided over my clit, his tongue found my nipple, and I have no idea how that was possible with the top I was wearing. I did what he asked though—I took, and when he needed more room, the two of us worked together to get my bottoms off. If I weren’t so worried about his shoulder, I would have straddled his lap and taken him deep inside me. Instead, he used his thumb on my clit and pivoted his fingers to slide them inside me. I wasn’t ashamed in the least of how wet I was. Drake’s form of foreplay this week has definitely been his words, the way he touches me, not overtly but just enough to leave me feeling him long after he’s done.
“Drake.” A whimper escaped. He worked me harder, his fingers gliding in and out of me while his thumb never stopped moving. Drake took me higher, higher than ever. I was a mumbling, bumbling mess by the time my orgasm took over my body. It took all my power not to collapse on top of him. Drake guided me onto his leg, where I sat down. My hand started to slide down his hard chest, making its way down to his happy trail.
“That was for you, angel. The first time I come won’t be by your hand or mouth. It’s going to be when I’m deep inside your tight pussy. You’ll come so hard, bringing me right along with you so much that we’ll both see stars.”
After that, we hung out in the water for a few more minutes before heading back inside, cleaning up the kitchen, and then turning on a movie. When Drake asked if I would spend the night, I took a leap and said yes. He understood when I said I had to make a quick phone call to my parents. They knew about Drake the moment I came home from the hospital when he came out of surgery. They weren’t surprised in the least that he and I connected so easily. Mom and Dad had me on speaker phone, both of them laughing and cutting up jokes about them wanting grandbabies. I rolled my eyes. It did get me thinking about all the possibilities my future could hold though.
That leads me to where I am now, in Drake’s bed, but his warmth is gone. I was really hoping he’d still be in bed. I sit up, grabbing his pillow and inhaling his scent. One thing is for sure, Drake is one hell of a snuggle partner. If I turned one way, he’d be there with me or have his leg slung over mine. I basked in the attention even if it did have his hard length poking my hip or ass. I’ve never wished for time to speed up. Man, do I want it to now.
I climb out of bed, make my way to the bathroom, do what I need to, and still there’s no sign of him.