She had no idea how he’d done it, but her jeans were a thing of the past and his hand was moving along the inside of her thigh.
Briefly, she thought that perhaps she should be a bit more circumspect in her reactions but she couldn’t do anything to contain them. When he touched her thigh, her body moved towards his hand. When his fingers moved closer, she was more than ready for him there. And when he touched his goal, she almost exploded as his fingers moved inside of her. She was on fire and didn’t know how to extinguish that fire.
“Please, Drake. I don’t know what to do,” she pleaded with him, her fingers tracing his back, his arms, enjoying the incredible feel of his muscular body covering hers.
“Just relax,” he said, his voice deep and husky as he watched her, his finger sliding into her heat. He wanted to bury himself inside of her but at the same time, he also wanted to watch her face as she came to her first orgasm. He couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, laying here in his arms like this.
He couldn’t resist moving lower, his mouth tasting her while his fingers continued to weave their magic and with that one added touch, her body exploded around him, making him ache with how erotic she felt but also so turned on he could barely think.
When the tremors finally subsided and he heard her soft, beautiful sigh of happiness, he stood up, then bent down and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom. He laid her onto the middle of the bed, stripped off his own jeans and then reached into the bedside table for protection. As she watched, he slid the condom over himself. He would have laughed at her fascinated expression if he had any control left. But he didn’t and he couldn’t and when he finished rolling it down his length, he moved over her, his arms holding him above her while he looked down into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
Sierra felt her heart burst with love for this man who was so sweet and tender and loving. “I’m sure,” she said with finality. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she wanted it all, wanted all of this man. She wanted to have him fill her up and make her feel like a woman for the first time.
When she felt his heat probing, she lifted her hips, too eager to wait. She had to close her eyes as he easily slid inside of her, her whole body stretching, trying to accommodate his length. “It’s okay, baby,” he soothed when he felt her hands tense on his shoulders. With one gentle thrust, he was buried inside of her. He held still, waiting for her to adjust, for the pain to ease.
He couldn’t stop but was relieved when he moved only slightly and it didn’t cause her pain. When he did it again, she actually smiled. And when he moved almost all the way out of her, hesitating before coming back inside of her heat, her eyes lit up with the feeling and he knew without a doubt that this was the woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
Sierra wanted something more, but wasn’t sure how to ask for it. So when he started moving, she closed her eyes and reached out for him, loving the incredible feel of him now that the slight pain was gone. She loved the way he felt, the friction his body caused. But as he moved more, she didn’t like it all that much anymore. It caused feelings inside of her to run into the too-crazy-to-control area and she preferred control. “No, stop,” she said and tried to get him to stop.
“I can’t, baby. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll make it better,” he said and slowed down.
But she shook her head. “Don’t go slow!” she almost screamed out. “Now! Faster, please!” she begged, her hips rising up to meet him, her body throbbing around him in a desperate need to find something, she wasn’t sure what. “Faster,” she cried out. “Drake, please, don’t stop!”
He didn’t. Nor did he slow down again. It almost killed him, but he increased his pace, pulling her hips up against him, shifting ever so slightly and was rewarded beyond his wildest dreams when she splintered apart once again, her body throbbing, aching and she