“What do you want me to do?”
Drake scowled. He scooped her up in his arms, loving the sound of her feminine squeal again. He carried her to their bedroom and set her down on the edge of the mattress.
“I’m taking the rest of the day off. I want to make love to you, Mira. But it doesn’t work unless you want it, too. What is it? Are you not attracted to me?”
He got down on one knee in front of where she sat on the bed.
“I’m just shy,” she said. “I’ve never touched a man.”
Drake couldn’t help but smile, she was so damn sweet. “Shy is good. You weren’t too shy on my desk at the office, though.”
“I was following instructions.”
“Well, you take the lead now, Mira.”
She nibbled on her lower lip, looking him over. “Okay, take off your shirt.”
He did exactly what she asked, thrilled she’d actually given him an order. When her little hands ran soft, tentative circles over his shoulders, he closed his eyes and savored her touch. When she moved lower to test his pec muscles, his cock turned ramrod hard. But he didn’t dare act. Mira’s simple touch was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Drake groaned, deep in his chest.
“I do love your body,” she said. “You’re so hard.” Had she ever complimented him before? It was a heady experience.
“I’m all yours.”
After running her nails up his abs, she moved to his face, outlining his features with a gentle fingertip. They remained quiet, and the moment was vulnerable and intimate.
“Will you kiss me? Kiss me like you love me.”
That wouldn’t be hard at all. Did he love Mira? He wasn’t even sure what healthy love looked like, but what he felt for his bride-to-be was pure and all-encompassing.
He leaned closer, her arms encircling his neck as he neared. After a soft brush of their lips, he kissed her slowly, deeply. This was more than a kiss. It was different than all the others. He wasn’t good at expressing his emotions, but he could show her like this, with his kiss, with his body.
She closed her eyes, kissing back, mewling softly as her fingers combed into his hair. He began to lift her shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over her head. He loved every inch of her body. So many soft curves to savor.
“You take the lead,” she whispered. Mira leaned back, taking him with her.
He complied.
Drake stood up and stared at her prone body on the bed. Her chest already heaved in anticipation. He tugged off her pants and tossed them aside. “You make me crazy. You’re so fucking luscious.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
He growled, unbuckling and removing his pants. “Do you want me to eat your pussy first?”
She shrugged. Was she being shy again?
“Mira, you know I could live between your fucking legs. If you like it, you need to tell me.”
“I like it.”
His cock jerked. Knowing what she liked and hearing her ask for it was exactly what he wanted. He brought her knees up, then parted her thighs. After pulling her panties to one side, he saw she was wet and ready to be fucked. He pressed one finger inside her, her body immediately arching up.
“Let’s get these off of you.” He slid her panties down past her ankles, the spread her legs again. Drake used the flat of his tongue to swipe up her folds. She cried out, her hands reaching out for anything to anchor her. He settled in for the long haul, completely addicted to her pink little pussy. She was all his, now and forever. His to enjoy, to love, to breed.
He slid his hands under her hips and suckled on her swollen clit. She was already ripe, her body a live wire, flinching with every flick of his tongue.
“I love this pussy. Tell me it’s all mine, Mira.” To punctuate his request, he picked up the momentum, rubbing his face and stubble against her pussy.
“It’s yours, Drake. I’m yours.”
The words settled in his mind, filling a void. He continued to pleasure his woman, sucking, licking, and teasing until she was screaming and coming against his face.
He watched her panting and writhing on the bed. “Take off your bra.”
She didn’t even bother opening her eyes as she flicked the clasp and pulled the offensive material free of her gorgeous tits. He crawled up her body, kicking off his boxers as he went.
“Please, Drake.”
“Patience, baby. Let me enjoy myself.” He covered her areola with his mouth, sucking her nipple and circling it with his tongue. After alternating back and forth between breasts, he kissed up her neck before teasing her erogenous zones. Her body was receptive, and she shifted to give him better access as he trailed kisses higher and higher.
Her hands smoothed up his back, testing his muscles. When her legs wrapped around his waist, spurring him on, he poised himself at her entrance.
“Do you want my cock?”
“You know I do, Drake.”
“Ask for it. Demand it,” he said. “Don’t be afraid to get dirty when I’m between your legs.”
She wriggled under him, trying to get him to fuck her. “Please, Drake. I need you. I need you to fill me with your cock.”
“Was that so hard?” He kissed Mira as he entered her, inch by thick inch. “Damn you’re so tight. So perfect.”
She kissed him back—his lips, his neck, even nipping his ear. Her hands and legs actively around him. Having Mira willing and passionate was heaven on earth.
He rocked his hips, pushing in hard, then pistoned in and out of her tight cunt. A sheen of sweat broke out between them.
“More,” she chanted.
They were a tangle of limbs, pure dirty
