50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Twenty-Seven

    There was no feeling in the world quite like waking up to find your man's head between your legs and his arms locked around your thighs. On the verge of an orgasm before even gaining consciousness. It felt like Destiny's dreams were blending into her reality as her eyes fluttered open. The haze of disorientation clouded her vision as she lifted her head and looked downward.

    When her vision cleared, she saw the top of Aubrey's head, positioned between her thighs and felt his tongue plunging inside of her. Grabbing two fistfuls of sheets, she whimpered.

    He lifted his head and looked up at her. Held her gaze for a few moments before lowering his head again, while his eyes were still on her face.

    I love this man, I love this man, I love this man, nothing will ever make me stop loving this man. Her head tilted back and all of the muscles in her body tensed at once.

    He withdrew his tongue and pressed the flat of it against her slit, dragging it upward. Two of his fingers slid inside of her while he did this. He groaned against her pink wetness before moving his mouth up to her pelvis. Those groans continued as he left a trail of kisses from her pelvis, to her belly button, and up her torso.

    She cried out and turned her head into the pillow as a shudder rolled throughout her entire body.

    He cupped her chin in the hand that wasn't exploring her insides and slid a finger into her mouth while nipping at the tip of one breast with his lips.

    Knowing exactly what he wanted, she started to suck on his index finger. She lightly bit the tip of it, then went back to sucking.

    It wasn't long before he replaced his finger with his mouth. His kisses were hot and hungry. She tasted herself on his lips, on his tongue, and loved it.

    She slid her hand down between them and wrapped her hand around him. Lately, there were a lot of rules she'd broken. She opened her eyes now in mid-kiss. That one was of those rules. Don't look at him unless you have permission. She squeezed the hard length of him in her hand while sucking on his bottom lip. Don't touch him unless you have permission. Two for two. The previous night, she was pretty sure she'd called him by name. She couldn't remember for sure; she had completely zoned out and lost touch with the world last night.

    Their lovemaking had been endless. They made love, came, cradled each other until he got hard, and made love all over again. He was on top and then she was on top, and then he was bending her over the bed, and then they were spooning with him inside of her. She would hop out of the bed and go to the bathroom and he would appear behind her at the bathroom sink, ready to go. Hands on her hips, pressing kisses to her shoulder, pressing himself into her. Making her grip the edge of the sink so hard, it made her hands hurt - but making it feel so good, she didn't care.

    His demanding kisses this morning indicated that he still hadn't gotten enough. Her equally demanding kisses indicated that the feeling was mutual. She didn't know if it was possible to get enough of him. He was too irresistible, too intoxicating.

    He's like a drug, she thought dreamily as he ran the hard length of him up and down her most feminine part. It's like...it's like I'm addicted to him.

    He pushed inside of her.

    Her arms went around him and she raised off of the bed slightly so she could kiss him again. Never wanting too much space between them. Any space between them was too much.

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    Curled on her side with the sexiest man alive holding her in a warm cocoon. It was moments like these when she felt that their love was invincible, moments like these when she felt the closest to him. His lips intermittently touched the curve of her shoulder.

    "I've been very lax with you lately," he said softly. His voice was extra deep and groggy, just the way she liked it. It reminded her of a song he recorded back when he was an entertainer. "In the Morning," a sexy track from J. Cole that he'd been featured on.

    "Is that bad?" she asked him, her brows furrowing at the foreshadowing tone in his voice.

    He dropped a few more kisses to the nape of her neck. "Not exactly bad."

    She tensed up.

    His arm tightened around her. "You only serve me Friday through Sunday. To an extent, I don't have any choice but to be lax Monday through Thursday. But training resumes this weekend."

    Words escaped her. There wasn't anything to say, any argument she could give as to why they should just continue living like this. "Yes, Sir," she said softly.

    "And, also..." He paused. "I don't know how to ask you this."

    She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder. "Just ask me."

    He lifted a hand and ran it down her arm. "I know I told you that you could have this week off from work..."

    "Of course I'm going to work," she told him. "It's an emergency situation. I understand that. I already warned Carlos."

    He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. "Brian is right. I'm lucky to have you."

    She blinked. Something was nagging at her, but it took her a moment to realize what it was. He had been upstairs in the loft when Brian had spoken those words to her. "You...you heard that?"

    "I hear everything," he mumbled before drifting off to a short-lived sleep.