His Marriage Demand

His kiss is wild and I cling to him. Pushing farther into my body, the pain is burning until it’s only the pressure that has me squeezing out a few tears. Drake doesn’t stop until he’s buried deep inside me. The feeling of fullness is daunting and blindingly sweet. Deep swallows of air shows me he’s fighting for control. He’s not moving and my legs move around him as if I knew from the beginning this is how we fit best. A moan vibrates against my chest.

“More, Drake, please give me more.”

Moving up on his hands, he looks down at me, when he sees my need he nods and begins to move. I marvel at the feeling of him moving out of me and my body already accepts him moving back inside with slow thrusts and we’re both breathing hard and fast. I try to urge him to move faster, he refuses. His thrusts are slow and deep each time, another orgasm is building and my pussy clenches at him deep inside.

“Fuck, Ria, don’t do that. I’m so damned close but you haven’t come yet so please, don’t, sweetheart.”

For a moment I go still and he exhales heavily. He’s still going too slowly, and the devil in me needs to urge him on. I squeeze again, and again and he growls low in his chest. He moves faster now, pounding heavily into me. Only a few strokes are all it takes for me to reach the stars and fall apart under him.

Drake cries out my name and I feel him come inside me. The hot, wet heat of his climax causes me to shiver. The feel of him coming inside me, filling me full of him is exotic and makes me crave more. I whisper the words into his ear. He shudders and I feel his cock jerk inside me and I squeeze him again. I groan in agony as rolls off of me looking down at me.

“You are so fucking perfect for me. Both of us trembling in aftershocks of one orgasm and you want another with my come inside you. Perfect, so fucking perfect.”

Blushing, I snuggle into him, “I’m not perfect.”

“I didn’t say perfect, I said perfect for me. No, a timid man with a low sex drive wouldn’t think you were perfect.” He laughs as I pinch him at the waist. “Ouch, don’t be cranky, my love, or I won’t let you come so easily next time. I’ll keep you on the edge for hours and then make you scream my name loud enough to have Justin come running in here. We’re g

oing to have make sure he picks a room a few doors down from us. I love hearing you moan my name. I think the only better thing will be you screaming it.”

“Drake, making me scream sounds mean of you.”

“I’m not mean, sweetheart, you’ll love it. I promise. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I’m surprised by the amount of blood on the sheets and he nods at my surprise. “I’m glad you said you wanted me already again, all the blood scared me for a minute.” Setting me down, he turns on the shower and helps me inside. “Clean sheets?”

I point to the linen closet in the bathroom and can’t hold back the smile at how thoughtful and sweet he’s being. Working up a lather, I run the sponge over me. Drake is back, and gets into the shower with me. He takes the sponge and moves me under the stream of water. His hands are gentle as he runs the sponge over me and his other hand follows to wipe away the lather. When his hands slip farther down, I’m instantly wet. My body preparing for his touch, already hungry him, he chuckles and I blush.

“Lean against me.” His fingers part me and water runs over me. Feeling me stiffen in embarrassment he begins to kiss and lick along my neck and I melt into him.

I need him again and moan my need.

“Are you sure, so soon, again?”

Turning, I nod and bring him down for a kiss as needy as I am. With quick movements, he turns off the water and wraps a towel around me but he doesn’t take the time to dry me off. Closing the door, he turns off the light, I turn it back on.

“I love watching you.” I whisper against his chest as I nibble at his hard, male nipple and he groans.

Pulling away, very quickly he dries me off. I take the towel and return the favor. As soon as I touch his thick cock, his hands stop me. “I’m too close, sweetheart. A taste of your gorgeous breasts, then I want you on your hands and knees for me.”

His hands catch mine, holding them behind my back in a tight grip, he uses them to press me forward and his mouth moves on my breasts. Nipping, biting and sucking hard, he quickly has me pleading for more. Checking to make sure I’m wet again for him. Drake has me squirming in need against his seeking finger. “Perfect.”

Once I’m settled on my knees, he lets go of my hands and pushes me down. I move into the position as he demands. Pushing back towards him, he answers my need. His cock pushes in, hard and fast. It’s the pace he sets and I’m trembling with the force of his thrusts. He feels so thick and deep I grab a pillow and scream his name into it, scared of waking Justin. I push back for more, the slapping of him against me fills the room as I sob into the pillow, so close to my orgasm I can barely hold myself up. Then it comes over me in one painful wave of ecstasy and washes me out into a storm of trembling waves. I sink into the mattress, all my strength gone. Drake keeps moving into me, faster now, only seconds later he groans my name. The feeling of him spilling into me fills me with contentment.

I moan in annoyance as he pulls out of me. Then the lights go off and I feel the bed dip as he gets inside. Warm hands pull me into the circle of his arms and I drift off to sleep with his chest under my cheek.

Chapter Six

I groan as I roll over and bright light hits my eyes. I check the clock, I’m shocked to see it’s almost two o’clock. I’m lying on the pillow Drake slept on and the smell of him has my whole body throbbing with need again. Considering he’d woken me up once in the middle of the night, then I had woken him up around dawn, I’m blushing at how badly I still want him. He’d loved me waking him up. Afterward he wondered aloud how the hell I had managed to remain a virgin for so long. In the pink light, my hands had roamed over his beautiful hard chest while I’d admitted it had been easier than even I had wanted. He got me to talk about my few attempts that had ended badly. I also admitted how, after I met him, I hadn’t wanted anyone but him. His response to the statement had been a little scary but felt so good.

Sleep clinging to me, I wander into the shower and come out dressed in jeans and a light pink top. I’m surprised to see Drake on the couch on a laptop computer. I had thought he would leave, his smile is knowing. He holds out a hand, I gladly take. Settling me into his lap, he kisses my temple lightly, “You needed to sleep. I can make scrambled eggs and toast. Justin said the toast was a little too well done, he liked the eggs, though. By the way Justin thinks it’s babyish of you or I to make him breakfast in morning. I told him not to worry, it would be the housekeeper, Meredith making everyone eggs in the morning and it was her job.”

Sinking into him, I breathe deeply the scent of his skin. “I slept fine. Justin burns everything in the morning. I don’t care if he’s a genius, he’s half asleep and sets off the fire alarm. When exactly will Meredith be making eggs for everyone?”

“Starting tomorrow. When Justin gets home, he can pack up a few things. The movers will be here by four thirty, they’ll have you two packed within an hour and unpacked at my place by seven, at the latest. If there’s any furniture you want to bring with you, let me know or everything will stay and go to donation.”

“You are just so bossy.” I mumble as I squeeze him tight and my lips find his neck, my tongue slips out to taste him.

“Yes, I am, and you know that already and you love me bossy. No, sweetheart, Justin will be home soon. It’s one thing for him to know what’s going on and another to see it. We’ll go to bed very early tonight with the excuse of a busy day.” His kiss is promising as he tugs my hands down into my lap.

“How is today going to be busy? I know you aren’t going to let me pack anything heavier than a suitcase.”