way over there?”
“Yes I am…”
“Why? Afraid of what I might do?”
I ran my hands through my braids and answered honestly, “Yes.”
“Baby, you know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to…”
I nodded. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Drake laughed and removed the sheet from his glorious body. I stared at him, eyes wide. It didn’t matter how many times I’d seen him naked, I still had to pay homage to his greatness.
Drake walked over to me, and when he got close, he knelt in front of me. He moved my legs apart and positioned himself between them, bringing his hands to the folded part of my towel.
He said to me, “Never be afraid of what you want, baby… especially not with me.” He opened my towel and the hunger suddenly took over his features.
“Drake…” I said softly.
“Yeah, baby?” he replied just as low as he moved and started featherlike kisses between my breasts.
I took a few deep breaths. I was already feeling the effects of him being so close to me. The anticipation was evident through my body. I wanted him to touch me; the problem is I wanted it all the time.
He slowly continued his assault down my stomach, and I instantly grabbed him by his ears with both hands and stopped his movement. “Wait… Can we get out of this room? I know where this is going, and I also know once you kiss me, we’ll be at it again for another hour…”
He grunted, “At least…”
“Yeah, so please can you save your assault on my senses until later? I want to go snorkeling.” My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew I was drenched, waiting for some Drake loving, but I was serious. I knew what it meant to be ravished by Drake, and I needed to stop myself from getting attached. I needed to keep this whole thing in perspective, right? Or at least try anyway.
Drake leaned into me and kissed me. He didn’t deepen it, and when he parted from me, he smiled. “No problem, baby. We can do whatever you want… But please be on notice; I will continue this assault on your senses, as you call it, tonight.” His finger went along my lips, then down my chin. He moved in to kiss me again, and I almost said forget snorkeling… Drake is just that good.
Chapter 9
Drake
As the cool ocean breeze touched my face, I leaned farther back into the cushion of the lounge chair, sitting on the patio off of my room. The nicotine flowing through my system combined with my smoke filled lungs had brought me to a state of calm after the storm that was Georgia Sayers.
Fuck, that woman was a piece of work. She was full of energy and life, and wouldn’t you know it; she could practically drink me under the table. We had spent the last four days getting very familiar with what Cabo had to offer.
Since I’d managed to get her to snorkel, she was hooked, and we’d been going every morning bright and early ever since. We’d continued to take tour after tour; from learning about Los Cabos culture and history, to submarine tours to tequila tasting. We’d swam with the dolphins, took Kayaks out on the Sea of Cortez, and she even got me to whale watch with her.
Besides the shopping and the sightseeing, being with her had been an adventure. I had talked more in four days than I had in years. The nights that we shared had been eventful all on their own. We had partied hard, going to multiple clubs and getting shit-faced. Then we’d go to her room or mine and have mindless drunk sex. It’d been a long time since I’d had drunk sex, but those last three nights had been uh… something else.
I said this woman could drink, and I’m not lying. It took a lot to get her drunk, but once I did it, she let go completely. She was fun, exciting, sensual and fucking amazing. We danced all night and fucked each other’s brains out until the sun came up. We’d gotten intimately familiar with each other’s bodies so much that I could tell the moment when she was aroused just by looking at
“Yes I am…”
“Why? Afraid of what I might do?”
I ran my hands through my braids and answered honestly, “Yes.”
“Baby, you know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to…”
I nodded. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Drake laughed and removed the sheet from his glorious body. I stared at him, eyes wide. It didn’t matter how many times I’d seen him naked, I still had to pay homage to his greatness.
Drake walked over to me, and when he got close, he knelt in front of me. He moved my legs apart and positioned himself between them, bringing his hands to the folded part of my towel.
He said to me, “Never be afraid of what you want, baby… especially not with me.” He opened my towel and the hunger suddenly took over his features.
“Drake…” I said softly.
“Yeah, baby?” he replied just as low as he moved and started featherlike kisses between my breasts.
I took a few deep breaths. I was already feeling the effects of him being so close to me. The anticipation was evident through my body. I wanted him to touch me; the problem is I wanted it all the time.
He slowly continued his assault down my stomach, and I instantly grabbed him by his ears with both hands and stopped his movement. “Wait… Can we get out of this room? I know where this is going, and I also know once you kiss me, we’ll be at it again for another hour…”
He grunted, “At least…”
“Yeah, so please can you save your assault on my senses until later? I want to go snorkeling.” My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew I was drenched, waiting for some Drake loving, but I was serious. I knew what it meant to be ravished by Drake, and I needed to stop myself from getting attached. I needed to keep this whole thing in perspective, right? Or at least try anyway.
Drake leaned into me and kissed me. He didn’t deepen it, and when he parted from me, he smiled. “No problem, baby. We can do whatever you want… But please be on notice; I will continue this assault on your senses, as you call it, tonight.” His finger went along my lips, then down my chin. He moved in to kiss me again, and I almost said forget snorkeling… Drake is just that good.
Chapter 9
Drake
As the cool ocean breeze touched my face, I leaned farther back into the cushion of the lounge chair, sitting on the patio off of my room. The nicotine flowing through my system combined with my smoke filled lungs had brought me to a state of calm after the storm that was Georgia Sayers.
Fuck, that woman was a piece of work. She was full of energy and life, and wouldn’t you know it; she could practically drink me under the table. We had spent the last four days getting very familiar with what Cabo had to offer.
Since I’d managed to get her to snorkel, she was hooked, and we’d been going every morning bright and early ever since. We’d continued to take tour after tour; from learning about Los Cabos culture and history, to submarine tours to tequila tasting. We’d swam with the dolphins, took Kayaks out on the Sea of Cortez, and she even got me to whale watch with her.
Besides the shopping and the sightseeing, being with her had been an adventure. I had talked more in four days than I had in years. The nights that we shared had been eventful all on their own. We had partied hard, going to multiple clubs and getting shit-faced. Then we’d go to her room or mine and have mindless drunk sex. It’d been a long time since I’d had drunk sex, but those last three nights had been uh… something else.
I said this woman could drink, and I’m not lying. It took a lot to get her drunk, but once I did it, she let go completely. She was fun, exciting, sensual and fucking amazing. We danced all night and fucked each other’s brains out until the sun came up. We’d gotten intimately familiar with each other’s bodies so much that I could tell the moment when she was aroused just by looking at
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