“So, what woman taught you that?” I ask, as I slide a finger over his lips.
“The third woman I was with. Like I mentioned before, I’ve always looked older and women came easily. I’m lying in bed happy and feeling pleased with myself, not realizing she was extremely unhappy. When she told me just unhappy, I apologized while admitting my age and lack of experience. After I calmed her down because she freaked out over committing statutory rape, she decided she would help the women in my future. It was a very long and informative night.”
“I want to find her and kiss her with my thanks.” I murmur, as I press my lips against his.
“What about me?” He asks as he presses me back into bed. Pulling out the toy, he takes out a bigger toy from the box.
“I’m already kissing you with my thanks.” A devilish smile is his only answer as he pushes the larger toy inside me. Sucking in air at the feel of it inside me, my pussy is aching with emptiness. So good, it feels so damned good. “How big is this one? It feels bigger and better.”
“Four inches deep and an inch and half around, and when you say things like that I don’t know how I don’t come all over you without being inside you.”
A moan escapes me, “It’s all the way inside me now?” He nods, “Then come inside me now.”
“So fucking perfect.” Is a whisper against my neck as he moves over me. He thrusts into me hard and deep and it’s everything I need and more.
“Yes, just like that but harder.” I choke out.
“Perfect.” The word is a growl in my ear. Neither of us can say anything for long agonizing minutes as he moves in and out of me with hard, pounding thrusts.
My orgasm slams into me and I scream his name. His mouth covers mine to hold it in. Then he’s moaning into my mouth as he comes inside me. He falls on me heavily and I wrap my arms around him, to hold him close. We lay together for long minutes before he moves off me. I groan my disapproval at the loss of him.
“I’m too heavy, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have lain on you for so long, I just couldn’t move.” Lips press into my temple while pulling me close.
“Drake?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you be honest and not say what you think is reassuring?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think it’s weird, or I’m a slut, for liking sex so much? I mean, just last night I’d never done it before, and now it feels like I can’t get enough of it or you.”
Drake rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. “I have a thousand smart remarks I could make right now. I want you to know you’re killing me by being so serious and I know I have to be, too.
Number one, remember how last night I said you being wet was biology? It wasn’t a joke, to keep the world and a woman making babies easily and comfortably you get wet so you can take me deep. You being extremely wet just tells me, you want me as badly as I want you. For men, sex is holding hands and really, for a woman it used to be the same thing, but now you women have all these rules you hold onto, telling you bullshit things about how you should be and not what you want to be.
Number two, we went way too slowly, then very fast, and there hasn’t been any hand holding or snuggling on the couch so you get the closeness you need to make you feel safe in our love. Now, you’re greedy for what has felt good and safe and that happens to be us making love.
Number three, an orgasm just feels fucking good. The brain responds to an orgasm in the same way it responds to a shot of heroin. That’s why I am so addicted to the smell and taste of you already. Plain and simple, who wouldn’t want to feel good? Also, when it’s with someone you care about it, it feels even better.
Number four, as much as it pains me to say this, eventually all this craving will wane. It won’t go away, but being away from each other for eight or nine hours a day won’t be torture. We’ll still make love with hungry need. Sometimes, we’ll just make love with slow thorough knowledge of all the things we both need. Then we’ll roll over and sleep until one of our screaming children wakes us. That’s why it’s called the honeymoon period. This binds us together. This way, when I see a beautiful woman walk by, I’ll recall all the ways you are better than she could ever be in our bed, and outside of it.”
“You really are brilliant. I’m thinking I’m going to be the odd one out in this family, as I’m sure our children won’t dare be anything but brilliant too.” I muse, as I run my hand down his chest.
“Never, you’ll be the glue holding us all together. I don’t like you selling yourself short. Charlie mentioned no one had ever moved up as fast as you did in just six years. You are very intelligent, you just haven’t had the freedom to exercise it. I was a spoiled rich boy who was given everything I wanted, when I wanted. For ten months I was fascinated with the inner workings of clocks. That was all it took for me and my mother to be sent off to Geneva to learn about the inner workings. I learned German there because of the bodyguard hired to run us around the city. I discovered computers, and off I went to Silicon Valley, this time with my father.
Justin was lucky to have you, you tested him and you went to the library, what was it? I think he said every weekend for almost a year? Then you took him everywhere you thought would interest him.
You didn’t have any time but to work and take care of Justin. That’s going to change, you know, right? I’m going to be an arrogant, demanding husband and I don’t want you working. If we’re going to have kids, we’re going to do it right. Most people don’t have the luxury of the mom not working. We do, I want you at home, for them and for me. I’ll cut back my hours and won’t be coming home close to midnight anymore.”
I don’t bother to hide my smile, he isn’t saying anything I hadn’t already figured out about staying home. It doesn’t bother me, because I love how he knows his days of long nights are over without me asking. I’m moving down his body with wet tongue flicks and kisses, and he’s moaning my name. “Yes, Drake. Whatever you say, Drake. Are you ready to fuck my ass now?” I ask, the moment before I suck his thickening cock into my mouth. I’m shocked, I still think of the taste of us combined on him is sweet. I had wondered if it was the newness of it, but I’m hungry for more and lick greedily where I can’t take him deep moaning with dislike as he pulls me up and away from him.
“Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. I love you on your hands and knees. I’ve watched your sweet little ass swaying as you walked in front of me for years, dying to touch you here. Thick and soft, here and at your beautiful breasts, and your waist is so small. I bought the lube because there would be nights when once or twice wasn’t enough as I pictured you here with me.”
He slips his fingers inside me and circles my clitoris until I’m moaning. Pulling out the toy, my body feels lost without it. Until I feel him, thick and hard pushing into me. His other hand is guiding him into me and I feel the slick, lightly cold lube on him. Even though I’m a little scared, I press back into him, opening to him. A shaky breath escapes me. Drake was right, the toys are very different from the real, thick, and shocking burning heat of him.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Slow, you can take me.” Drake is playing with my clitoris again and I push against him for more. He’s pressing past the tight ring and I moan at the pain. Before I can take another breath it’s gone and only pressure is left. Heat is building, my body