50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Chapter Seventeen

    They hadn't been apart for that long, but it felt like they'd been apart for years. The feel of Aubrey's hand on her skin was enough to make Destiny gasp. She closed her eyes with her hand covering his. Could it be possible that she was already close to climaxing, just from that simplest touch? She savored the feeling of his hand on her stomach as he stood so very close. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him. There were so many things she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how much she missed him, how miserable she was without him, how miserable she was going to be after tonight.

    He looked down at her and used his eyes to communicate those very sentiments. That was Aubrey. While he was a wizard with words, he didn't need them to express himself. One look into his eyes, and his feelings were clear - if he wanted them to be. Right now, in this moment, he wanted his feelings to be as clear as day. His eyes were the windows to his soul, and he allowed her a look inside. He kept those eyes locked on hers as he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her against him. Dark eyes heavy-lidded and drunk on lust and emotions, he ducked his head down and claimed her lips with his.

    Quiet and darkness enveloped them as they kissed. The only sounds were the light smacking of lips on lips, or the small moans that she made against his mouth. The only source of illumination came from red EXIT signs and the moon shining down on them through the skylight.

    "What about Brian? What about the feelings you're developing for him?" her subconscious nagged her in mid-kiss.

    "Brian who?" she thought in response, sliding her arms around Aubrey's waist and mashing her breasts against his chest.

    He groaned against her mouth and lifted her up.

    Shocked, she pulled away from the kiss and wrapped her legs around his back.

    A teasing smile curved his lips as he carried her to the nearest cafeteria table and sat her on the edge. He stood back, drew his shirt over his head, and tossed it across the back of the nearest chair.

    With butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she copied him, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. She did this without having to be told. And in truth, that was the beauty in their lovemaking. No orders or instructions. Contract period terminated. Chains broken. He wasn't her Dominant as he moved to stand between her thighs and set his hands on her hips. He wasn't her Dominant as he dragged her closer to him, as he lowered his head and kissed her again. He was simply Aubrey, and she was Destiny. They were just two people who loved each other more than life itself, two people who needed each other just as much. She could clearly remember how much time they'd spent apart and yet when she felt his hands gently unsnapping the back of her bra, it was as if they hadn't spent any time apart at all. His kisses were familiar, and his touches were familiar, even though they weren't accompanied by Dominant/submissive expectations. Every inch of her skin craved the touch of his fingertips.

    He slid the straps of the bra down her shoulders without interrupting the kiss. The silky material clung to the tips of her breasts, a thin, shimmery barrier between them. Then his hands were on the front of her jeans, sliding the button through its hole and working the zipper. He took his time in lowering the zipper, staring deeply into her eyes.

    Her chest rose and fell in anticipation as she watched him unzip her jeans and tug them off of her hips. She tilted her head to the side as he slid the jeans down her legs. She impatiently kicked off her sneakers and watched as her jeans crumpled to the floor.

    He moved to stand in between her thighs and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

    She caressed the top of his head. 

    He left a trail of kisses from her shoulder down to her breast, and continued down her stomach.

    Her stomach started to convulse when his tongue darted out and flicked against it.  

    He nipped at her stomach with his teeth, then proceeded downward. He squatted down to the floor and locked both arms around her thighs, pulling her hips so that her rear end was hanging over the edge of the table.

     The table shifted beneath her weight and she cast a fearful glance down at it.

    "Don't worry. I've got you," he promised, his grip firm around her thighs.

    The table shifted again and she gasped.

    He peered up at her. "Do you trust me?"

    She licked her lips and stared down at him. "With my life," she answered without hesitation.

    "Good," he said softly. Then he leaned forward, slid her panties to the side, and lovingly flicked his tongue against her most sensitive part.

    Her hands shot out and grabbed the edge of the table. She grabbed the edge of the table for balance. At this point, with his tongue teasing her, she could barely tell up from down. Small whimpers escaped from her mouth, whimpers and other sounds she didn't even recognize.

    His grip on her thighs tightened as he shoved his tongue inside of her.

    She screamed out loud and threw her head back, arching her hips off of the table.

    With his head cushioned between her thighs, he alternated between sucking on her outer lips and the pink rosebud within them.

    She placed a hand at the back of his head to hold him there, keep him there. Come hell or high water, she didn't want him to stop. Without realizing it, she was grinding her hips, mashing her most feminine part into his face.

    He lapped her up. No complaints. He didn't move his head back. He met her thrusts head-on. Pun intended.

    "Oh my God, what are you doing to me?" she cried out, staring down at the top of his head.

    He paused, looked up, and replied, "I'm making sure that when I'm gone, you're going to miss me."