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.
“Drake,” I holler while walking out of the bathroom.
“Hey, you.” He comes around the corner. His arm is out of his sling. I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Good morning.” I lean up, wanting a kiss even with a question playing on the tip of my tongue. Drake gives in to me, grabbing my ass and molding our bodies against one another. It’s one of those all-consuming kisses that leaves us breathless.
“I like that kind of good morning,” I tell him. He kisses me again before pulling back and asking, “Will you help me? I’d ask if you want to join me in the shower, but there’s no way I could not give in to temptation, and angel, I no doubt would.”
“There you go with that sweet talk again. This time, I wouldn’t let you pull away either. I’d drop down to my knees, take you in my mouth, and not stop until you came down my throat.” Two can play this game.
“Fuck, I knew there was a fire deep inside you,” he replies. I take the plastic out of his hands.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go shower. Didn’t you say the guys and their wives were coming today? If you want me here like you said you did, I kind of need to go home, take a shower, and change.” I point down to his shirt I’m wearing with a pair of his boxers that I had to roll up three times.
“Angel, they look better on you than me. You can wear those.” I see the smirk playing on his lips.
“How about no. Go take a shower. Then I’ll rebandage you, grab a quick shower, go home, change, then come back.” He smacks my ass as he walks to the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. Oh no. Drake drops his boxers, and I get a world class view of his naked ass. He steps in the shower, my eyes glued to his. The shower door is fogged up, and it’s depriving me of the view I was lucky enough to feel all night long.
“Angel, my cell is ringing. Will you answer it?” He knocks me out of my reverie. I nod and go about getting his phone off the nightstand.
“Hello,” I murmur breathlessly, still trying to gulp air into my lungs from being in a sexual trance.
“Hello,” I say again. Still, there’s no answer. What there is in the background is something out of a nineteen seventies porno scene. Don’t ask how I know, I just do. It’s groaning, skin slapping, over-exaggerated moaning, and I’m about to throw up in my mouth.
I don’t think twice. I keep saying “Hello” until I get into the bathroom and wave my hands around like a lunatic to get Drake’s attention. I point at the