After the night that I had, I had no intention on waking up anytime soon, but, apparently, my body said differently. It felt like my muscles were tightening, breathing was rapid, back was arched, along with a weird soft, tickling sensation running up my thighs. I felt a spark of pleasure run up my spine, and I gasped in shock. I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them, Drake and I were face-to-face.
"Mmm, somebody's having fun."
I threw my head back and squeaked in pleasure once I felt two of his fingers easily slip inside of me.
"Did you know that, even in your sleep, I can make you moan my name?"
His fingers curled up and landed precisely on my g-spot, making me clench tightly around his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building up, and if I know my body, it wasn't my first one either. My hips started to gyrate around his fingers when he laid his hand flat against my pussy and started to hammer upwards, his palm directly on my clit. Suddenly, Drake firmly pressed his lips against mine and I flung my arms around his neck tightly. It felt like his focus was solely on making me come.
Soon, my stomach started tightening, along with my toes curling, and I knew that I wouldn't hold out long. He pushed his fingers deep inside me, while kissing and nibbling on my neck softly, slowly going down my collarbone, then down to my breasts. My breathing sped up even more, making me breath raggedly. I squeezed Drake's biceps tightly, as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, stunning everything in its path. All I could see were small circle-like figures and an almost blinding yellow light in my vision. I tried to steady my breathing, but with Drake steady pounding, it only made me light-headed and bring on another orgasm. I tried to stop it, but it was futile.
After a while, Drake had stopped his fingers from pounding, and he turned them into massaging my inner walls softly. My breathing slowly came back down to normal, and that's when Drake softly kissed my lips. It felt like I was holding my breathe, but, really, the kiss had taken my breathe away. It was weird, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like it. His lips moved gently and expertly against mine, like he was slowly swallowing me, but not in a weird way. My fingers found their way to his hair, and I ran my fingers through it and tugged a little. That gained me a groan out of him. Once we were half way dying from the lack of oxygen, we reluctantly pulled away.
He slowly slid his fingers out of me, which made me whimper a bit from the sensitivity, and he held them up at his face. I scrunched my face up and shook my head at him.
"You wouldn't dare."
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and, with a smug look on his face, he brought them up to his mouth.
"Stop it!"
He darted out his tongue, and then flicked it over both his index and middle finger, and he began sucking on them. Part of me didn't want to look, so I rolled over onto my stomach and buried my face into the pillow.
"You're fucking disgusting, Drake!"
I heard him pop his fingers from his mouth and soon I felt the crushing weight of his body on top of mine.
"You weren't saying that when my tongue was inside you..."
He started planting small kisses at the top of my back.
"What? I don't even remember that! I was asleep!"
"Yeah, well, you were responding to me like you were wide awake."
He nipped at the center of my back and I giggled at his stupidity.
"You're such a jackass. Now get off of me before you suffocate me!"
