Drake set the demitasse on the bedside table before facing her.

Bethany’s throat muscles constricted. Swallowing was hard when faced with this devastatingly handsome man who always held her heart. She was giddy with hunger. She was also afraid. What if this sexual tension between them fizzled when they finally fucked? Would she zone out? No, she couldn’t zone out, didn’t want to. Anxiety slammed at her for no reason. Her gasps were morphing into panicked ones.

“Hey.” Drake curled his hands around the back of her neck, bringing his forehead down to hers. Bethany sighed at how good it felt. “You’re drifting away. What gives?”

She placed a hand against his chest and felt the hard thudding of his heart. Drake’s gaze zeroed in on her mouth when she swiped her bottom lip with her tongue.

“What if this is all our imagination?” She searched his face, seeing confusion draw lines on his forehead. “Fifteen years is long enough for both of us to change.”

Drake groaned. “Bloody hell, Bethany. Feel me.” He gently placed her hand against his crotch.

Bethany’s sex wept. “That’s lust talking.”

“It has always been you.” The fierce light she remembered when Drake refused to back down darkened his eyes. “Imagination didn’t cause this. You did. You’ve always done this for me. Imagination was a poor replacement when we were apart but it allowed me to keep the flame for you burning.”

His words wrapped around her heart, making her blow out a breath. “Drake…”

He pulled her back from her runaway thoughts when he covered the hand holding her towel together.

“Let me look at you, Bethany. Look, and taste, and touch.”

She was drowning and she didn’t want to surface again. Passion and gentle adoration darkened Drake’s eyes. After all this time, they were finally together to experience what they should have had a long time ago.

Finally, she nodded and on a deep breath released the towel. Her stomach bottomed out when Drake hissed, his hot gaze raking her everywhere. Goose bumps appeared as the air licked at her damp skin and her nipples tightened beneath his perusal. She could feel her pulse beat erratically in the centre of her chest. She had to stop herself from squirming to ease the discomfort she felt inside. To keep a hold on the need for Drake to appease her ache. Electricity sparked where the rough pad of his forefinger touched. Her skin quivered. Her breath suspended because Drake had taken it away with the path he made from her chest down to her cleavage.

Oh God…

“Look at me.”

He whispered those words but they were enough for her to hear. To follow. To obey. He held her gaze while his fingers continued their exploration. Her breath finally came out in a whoosh the moment Drake’s finger burned a path over her breast starting from the swell then circling round and round until he reached her puckered nipple. He rubbed the hardened nub and Bethany’s heart tumbled in drunken beats as an electrical charge went straight to her sex.

“Drake…”

“So beautiful. Such perfect tits, just the way I like them.” His voice coasted like rich deep velvet on her skin.

She closed her eyes just to listen to his baritone caress her, seduce her, made her pliant and willing to be whatever he wanted her to be.

He cupped her breasts rubbing the sensitive nubs with his thumbs. Shards of light filled her. She moaned when she felt Drake’s hot mouth on her breast, grazing his teeth at her nipple. Pleasure rocked her. She held Drake’s head to keep her anchored and standing. His tongue did that swirling thing around the nub while his hand pinched and played with her other breast, both adding to making her wet.

God, Drake’s mouth felt so good. Bethany squeezed her thighs together hoping it would ease the discomfort building inside. Drake let go of her nipple and moved to her other breast and sucked.

Hard.

“Ahh…” The blissful pull of pain ignited her. Bethany wanted more. Needed more. Her body shuffled closer to Drake’s hard length, her sex begging to be satisfied. With very little effort, Bethany pulled Drake’s head from her chest and captured his mouth, opening and welcoming him in. A groan escaped his throat as he allowed Bethany to nibble at him before he took over with a growl.

She smiled against his lips, emotion stinging the back of her eyes. Thrill upon thrill coursed up and down her spine landing in the pit of her belly to spread heat through her body. Drake took control, sliding his tongue against hers, seeking, playing, demanding, and owning her all as she thought she had nothing left to give. She needed more, needed to feel Drake’s naked body against hers.

She fumbled for the waistband of his jeans, pulling his shirt up, moaning as his scent invaded her senses. She couldn’t wait, flushing her breasts against his naked chest. She pulled him as close as she could and ran her palms over the corded muscles of his arms, his back, and feeling his strength under her fingertips.

“Ahh baby, this should have been us,” Drake said against her mouth before he stopped, his forehead on hers. “You were my unattainable forever.”

“And now?” Her panting breaths teased the air between them. Her hands curled around his forearms. “You have me now, Drake.”

“Yes, I do. And I’m not going to stop until I take off the edge of my craving for you. Fuck, I don’t think that’ll ever happen.”

Bethany’s heart soared, passing through the grills of the cage she had erected around it. What she had wanted, wished, and longed for was right in front of her. She couldn’t push him away nor could she deny him access to her body.

Heart and mind at odds, Bethany pulled Drake back with her until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He buried his head on her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin, sucking on her fluttering pulse. Bethany gasped, her need pulsing inside her core, her wetness making the apex of her thighs slippery. Her hands cartographed the valleys and planes of Drake’s muscled body the way she had longed to do. She popped the button of his waistband with one hand, while rubbing his hard shaft against the slacks with her other hand.

“Fuck, Bee. That feels so good.” Drake rasped as he lay his forehead on her shoulder. He stopped what he was doing and enjoyed her touch.

She knelt on the bed, her eyes on his while she removed his pants and freed his cock. Her mouth watered while her hand fisted him. Drake groaned. Bethany lowered her mouth.

“No, Bee.” Drake’s voice was both desirous and gentle. “Lie down. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“But—”

Drake pushed her back. Surprised laughter bubbled up Bethany’s throat. It became a gasp and a moan when Drake pulled her to the edge of the bed, gripped her thighs and opening her wide before he dove straight for her sex. A strangled cry came out of her and her body bowed at the voracious way Drake ate her. Her pussy flooded with more of her slick. Her eyes rolled back with wave upon wave of pleasure with every slide and flick of Drake’s tongue on her clit.

“Oh shit…” Her hips bucked but Drake held her down, placed her feet on his shoulders and leaned forward. That action made her open wider for him allowing his tongue to enter her and move inside like a pocket vibrator. Bethany looked down. Oh Lord, Drake was enjoying himself. His eyes locked with hers as his head moved forward and backward to fuck her with his tongue.

Drake withdrew, and the sight of his lips glistening with her essence made her wetter.

“Oh baby,” he murmured. She shuddered as his finger brushed her clit before entering her. “I could eat you all day.”

She sighed, throwing her head back on the mattress.

 “Ahh, Bee. Beautifully soaked.” Drake’s deep voice cut through Bethany’s lascivious thoughts, bringing her further under his spell.

“Drake…” Her eye rolled back giving in to his exquisite touch. Drake’s finger dipped in and out before adding another finger in then out followed with coating her clit with her juices. “Oh fuck.”

“My Bethany has a dirty mouth.” Drake leaned up to watch her, his eyes dark with lust. “I wonder what else that mouth of yours can do.”

Bethany’s lips curved in seduction. “Hmmm…suck? Drake…” She squirmed, her body arching. “Dammit, if you’re not going to make me come, I’m not going to suck your cock.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” His voice was hoarse.

“Yes I do. I’m leaving you here with a stiff cock and taut balls that will beg me to suck them and I won’t.”

Drake had the temerity to chuckle and speak in that sexy deep voice touching her in places that made her ache.

“Baby, I’m not done with your pussy yet.” His fingers dipped inside.

“Ohh…” she shuddered with delight when Drake’s fingers fondled her clit.

“You’re drenched.” His voice was tight. He rose up so they faced each other. Bethany held on to Drake’s arms for dear life as he led her to crest with his languid finger fuck. He whispered against her ear, “What do you want, Bethany? Finger fuck you some more? Or eat you until you come.”

Oh Lord, she was spoiled for choice.

She opened her heavy lidded eyes. “I want both.”

Drake grinned. “That’s my girl.” The inserted his fingers knuckle deep into her then withdrew. Knuckle deep again and withdrew.

Bethany gave a strangled half cry and half moan.

A low growl rumbling out of his throat, Drake took her nipple inside his mouth and sucked before taking her other breast to do the same thing. Bethany writhed as he lowered, trailing his tongue against her skin.

“Baby, you smell like honey. My special honey.”

Bethany was so close to the edge that it took all of her will power not to combust. She fisted the duvet, the skin on her inner thighs sensitive and quivering under the roughness of Drake’s stubble. He kissed, licked, rubbed, and sucked his way to her pussy but stopped just about where she wanted his tongue to be. Bethany groaned, her sex clenching involuntarily in frustration as Drake blew against her needy core.

“Drake, Goddamit!” she scowled at the amused lust swirling in his eyes. “Please.”

“Please what?” Drake nipped at her thigh. Bethany sucked in her breath, the nerve endings tingling. Drake then licked the offending sting.

“Ohh!” Her head dipped on the bed as Drake surprised her, putting his tongue against her entire sex she thought she’d just imagine it. “Please…”

“Please what again, Bethany?” he asked, indulgence and desire threading through. He lapped at her entire sex again.

“Please…eat me and make me come.” She didn’t care if she sounded needy. She needed his mouth on her like she needed her next breath. She no longer cared if she had to beg for scraps from the man who had filled her every waking moment and dream filled sleep. “I need to come.”

Something in her voice caused the teasing light to ebb from Drake’s eyes and his lust to increase. He kept his eyes on her as he lowered his head and stuck his tongue out to dip into her. Bethany’s breath hitched, her hips lifting, her butt straining as she waited for the next lick.

Drake didn’t make her wait.

Bethany sighed and moaned at the same time, a powerful surge of pure pleasure charging through her blood stream. Drake’s open mouth sucked her, his tongue taking her the way he took her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair pushing a little more of herself into his mouth. Drake flattened his tongue from hole to clit, flicking and sucking before his tongue entered her in a come hither motion. Bethany whimpered. Her body arched. Her hips bucked, her legs opened wider, and she rubbed her pussy against Drake’s face.

“Oh shit…” Gasps left her parted lips. Pleasure began to build inside her, low in her belly before shooting sparks over and across her body, making it come alive. It jacked up her heartbeat and woke her soul.

This was what she wanted. What she had dreamt of happening.

What she knew could only lead to her downfall.

Drake lifted his head, his tongue swiping his mouth to lick all of her essence.

“That’s it baby,” Drake murmured almost to himself. “Give me some more of your pretty pussy’s cream to coat my tongue.”

He moved his fingers inside her once more, faster than ever. The sucking sounds her pussy made drove Bethany incoherent. Drake was in every pore of her body, from her puckered nipples down to her curling toes.

“Oh God, yes.” She was so close. Desire pulsed and built inside her signalling her impending release. She cried out, her arms flailing and grabbing the pillow, the duvet, whatever she could find. Her body arced, waist and hips undulating, thighs tensing when Drake inserted a third finger, the screwing movement unrelenting.

Bethany never felt so deliciously and decadently full. Drake continued to push deep, in and out, hard and fast. She felt herself stretched out for Drake’s dark pleasure that matched her own. Then he curled his fingers upward in something that she could only describe as a very fast fish tail swim and with every upward momentum Drake hit that part inside her that made her climb. He placed her clit between his lips, flicked it with his tongue.

And made her come.

Bethany screamed, her body bowing of the bed as her orgasm slammed into her taking her into its powerful embrace, making her drown and soar at the same time. Her throat thickened as she swallowed trying to suck in air as her sex continued to shudder around Drake’s fingers and flood his mouth.

Drake removed his fingers slowly letting his tongue take over, lapping at her gently while Bethany floated like a feather landing on the bed. Boneless and sated she half opened her eyes when the bed moved and watched Drake take off his clothes. Desire filled her veins once more. A smile curved her mouth at the size of his cock with a slightest dusting of hair. Thick, hard, long, it bounced as he kneeled on the bed between her legs.

Tearing the packet he had taken from his trousers, Drake rolled the condom over himself. Bethany salivated at his erect shaft, her gaze rising to the perfect V on his hips and the dusty trail starting from his belly button leading to his groin. She enjoyed the sight of his fighter-fit body, at the light smattering of chest hair, before her smile froze at seeing the single tattoo inscribed over his heart. Sweet pain blanketed her and tears prickled at the back of her eyes when Drake held himself over her with his arms and settled between her legs, his body warm, comforting, and binding her in security. His face softened when he saw where she was looking. A smile kicked one side of his mouth. Bethany reached out. He waited, the skin on his chest quivering under her touch.

Bethany didn’t know what to say. The lust she felt just a moment ago transformed into a bittersweet emotion her heart couldn’t handle at the moment. This was about sex…just about sex. But the tatt showed her otherwise. It was the only tattoo on a body perfected by a few scars.

“When?” she whispered, her voice awed and confused.

“As soon as I had the money to have it done.” Drake’s tip nudged her opening and she opened willingly. His gaze softened and a warm feeling spread through her. “It has always been you, Bee. Always you.”

Bethany saw the truth in his eyes allowing her to glimpse something of the boy she fell in love with. She lifted her mouth to his, tasting herself, probing, opening under the coaxing of his tongue. Her desire ran deeper inside of her. Her body wanted to give more for what Drake had done. She held his waist, skimming her hands over the sides of his body, his back, his firm ass. She buried her nose against his neck, inhaling his scent deeply, running her own tongue to taste the saltiness of his skin.

Heaven.

“Yes…” she moaned as the thick head of his cock nudged inside her. Her head dipped on the bed, her eyes rolling back as Drake slid through. Her sex quivered around him. Pain and pleasure sparked her nerve endings. Her body was aflame, her focus all on Drake. She finally opened her eyes and watched the concentration on his face. Jaw clenched, eyes so dark, the amber in his eyes seemed to glitter. She clamped around him slowly, her inner walls adjusting and stretching to accommodate his length and girth. He groaned and she mewled the moment Drake was balls deep and stayed there unmoving. Her body curled, hips rising while Drake was inside her. She felt like one of the stars about to fall from the sky as Drake planted kisses on her forehead, her check, the column of her throat, her lips.

She raised her head to kiss his chest, her tongue gliding slowly around the tattoo before she flicked his hard nipple. Bethany was on fire. She needed friction, needed Drake to take her as much and as hard as he wanted.

As if he’d heard her, Drake started to move. His slow, long languid strokes allowed Bethany to feel every centimetre of skin of his delicious cock. But the need to satisfy the craving that seemed to permanently reside in her womb made her want to take it faster.

“Drake…yesss…” She rocked her hips meeting Drake’s every thrust. He was taking her again on a ride that would allow her to soar. Every thrust hit that pleasure spot inside her. Drake braced himself on his arms so his shaft could slide against her clit. Bethany whimpered when Drake knelt up, taking her with him. Her thighs spread over his. He looked down between them, watching his cock go in and out of her as he held her hips helping her, slamming hard and faster into her. Bethany’s hands gripped his shoulder and his forearm, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing.

“Baby, your pussy sucks so good.” Drake said before his mouth sucked on one hardened nipple.

“More, Drake…I need more…,” she begged as ecstasy intensified drawing her closer to the edge.

Drake threw Bethany back down on the bed, making her laugh before it turned to a moan when Drake took her with one hard thrust. He grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Bethany screamed with pleasure when the angle took him deeper.

“Fuck, Bee. I’m not going to last.”

“Fuck me hard, Drake. Fuck me hard,” she said over and over again until her collected desire burst and she cried once more as she went over. Her whimpers continued even before her last orgasm ended. One…two…three more thrusts and Drake followed her with a guttural groan before he collapsed on her, his face buried at her neck, his heart racing just as much as her own. Bethany’s legs flopped down almost spread eagled on the bed.

“Fuck that was good,” Drake panted. “I’m never going to get enough of you Bethany Brooke.” He huffed his chuckle. “This is just the beginning.”

Bethany’s pulse still raced, her heart thudding. The pleasure she experienced still blanketing her in bliss.

How could she tell Drake that this might actually be the end?