KATE

We had a lovely dinner with my parents at their house and after dinner, I offered to give Sophie a bath before we put her down, but Elaine was insistent that Drake and I go home as soon as possible to start our romantic night alone.

"I want to give her a bath," Elaine said and took Sophie from my arms. "I bought some bath toys specifically for tonight, so you have to let me do it."

"Okay," I said and laughed, pleased to see Elaine so into looking after Sophie. "If you insist."

"She'll be fine," Elaine said.

"She wakes up most nights and wants to sleep with us," I added, feeling now anxious about Elaine having to deal with Sophie if she was upset it wasn’t me picking her up in the middle of the night. "She always has a bottle at that point. I hope you won't have any trouble with her."

"We'll manage. I'm sure she'll be happy to go back down with her bottle. Worse comes to worst, I'll bring her into bed with Ethan and me and she'll sleep with us."

"Are you sure?" I chewed my bottom lip, worried now that this was a mistake and I should be taking Sophie home with me.

"We'll do fine," my father said, waving at me from his wheelchair. "I get up every night for a trip to the bathroom, so it won't be any different from our usual routine. Go. You two have a nice night alone."

"If you're certain..."

I looked them both in the eye to make sure they were truly fine with the prospect of Sophie waking up in the middle of the night.

"We'll keep her up extra late and she'll sleep right through. You watch."

Drake took my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Come on, Mrs. Morgan. Listen to what Nurse Elaine says and let's go. Sophie is with her grandparents and will be fine."

"Okay," I said and smiled, waving at them as I left the house. "Call me if you have real problems. I can come by and pick her up, even in the middle of the night."

"You'll do no such thing," my father said. "We'll be fine. We may be a pair of old codgers, but we know how to take care of children."

"Speak for yourself about the old codger thing," Elaine said with a laugh. "I'm young enough to be able to stay up all night if she's fussy. You go. I won't hear another word about it."

Drake took my hand and pulled me out of the house, leading me to the car. I felt a pull at my heart that I was leaving Sophie, but she waved bye-bye happily from the door, apparently not caring that Drake and I were leaving her in the arms of Elaine.

"She doesn’t seem at all upset," I said as we drove off.

"Elaine's been looking after her since she was born. She knows Elaine and feels safe and happy with her. It's wonderful and it means she'll probably go down for the night easily. You don’t need to worry."

I sighed and squeezed Drake's hand. "I know. It's just I've only been away from her a few times since she came back from the NICU. It's natural for me to feel nervous."

"I know," Drake said and kissed my hand. "I'll try to take your mind off it."

That send a surge of desire through my body and almost – almost – made me forget for a moment about leaving Sophie.

"I'm sure you will."

Once we were back at our house, before we even got through the door, Drake grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall.

"I've been thinking about this evening for days," he said, his lips warm against my throat. "I wasn't sure I could stand to go to your parent's place and have to sit through dinner and small talk before getting you here, alone."

He kissed me, devouring my mouth like a desperate man, his hands roving down my body to my breast and hip, pulling me against him so I could feel his erection.

When the kiss ended, I was breathless, panting, my body already wet and swollen.

Then he pulled me into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator. I leaned against the kitchen island and watched as he took out a bottle of Anisovaya.

"Let's have a shot together," he said and brought over two very special etched crystal shot glasses he found in his father's possessions.

"We haven't had any Anisovaya for so long," I said, not wanting to drink alcohol while I was nursing. Now that Sophie was fully weaned, I could drink again without concern.

We stood at the island and Drake poured us both a shot. Then, he held his glass up and waited while I took mine.

"To us," he said. "To love."

"To us," I repeated. "To love."

We both downed the Anisovaya and I smiled as the liquid burned down my throat in a way that never failed to arouse me. I'd associated the slight taste of anise and vodka with pleasure and my body responded, a warmth spreading through me at the prospect of a night alone with Drake. Before I could speak, Drake grabbed me and kissed me again, and I knew it was because he wanted to taste the Anisovaya on my tongue.

It brought back so many good memories of our time together after we first met and he introduced me to D/s.

Drake took my glass from my hand and placed it on the counter. Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

I knew what that meant.

It worked like magic, and my body responded, my flesh swelling at the prospect of him going all Dom on me.

"I'm yours," I said, my throat all choked.

"You're mine," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you. And you’re going to take every inch of me."

"I love all your inches," I said, unable to stop from smiling, closing my eyes to imagine what he'd do to me. Knowing it would be extremely pleasurable, whatever it was.

"They're all yours."

I thrilled to feel him take control, his hands demanding, possessive of my body, in need to feel my skin against his. He pulled down one shoulder of my dress and kissed the skin over my collarbone, then ran his tongue up my neck to my jaw and back to my mouth, which he kissed once more.

I surrendered to his lust, soaking up every sensation.

When he pulled away after breaking our kiss, he stroked my hair, his gaze moving over my face.

"Oh, Miss Bennet," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I have so many plans for you."

"You do?" I asked, closing my eyes while he nibbled my shoulder. I was trying to play coy but wasn't very convincing. "What plans could you possibly have for me, Dr. Morgan?"

"So many plans..."

He ran his hand up the back of my buttock to my waist and then around to one breast, which he cupped, squeezing gently, tweaking my nipple between his finger and thumb. It made me gasp, and was perhaps the first time since I weaned Sophie that I felt like my breasts were mine once more.

Mine to feel free to enjoy without worry about any accidents. There had been so many since Sophie was born and while Drake and I laughed them off, I was pleased to be able to enjoy them sexually once more.

Drake seemed impatient to have me naked and began pulling my dress up over my head, and soon, I was standing practically naked in the kitchen, the overhead lights shining down on me, my reflection in the picture window against the darkened sky.

"Someone could see us," I said hesitantly, for stretched out in front of our house was the sandy dunes and beach.

"Someone would get quite a show. Stop thinking and just enjoy, Kate."

I turned back and closed my eyes, trying to give over control to him, so that he'd decide what we did, when and how. It was hard after so long without any D/s between us, but in a way, it was a relief.

I stopped thinking. I stopped planning and worrying.

I just felt.

I felt his tongue on my skin, his lips moving down my neck to my bare shoulder, his fingers stroking my pussy over the thin fabric of my thong. I gasped when his mouth took one nipple and he sucked, my back arching in response to the intense jolt of pleasure.

I moaned when he moved from breast to breast, sucking and nipping at each one. I squirmed with need, wanting to feel his tongue on my clit, which was throbbing now as I anticipated what he'd do next.

He stopped his motions and stepped back and I felt momentarily denied, my eyes opening. I leaned against the island counter, my hair loose and falling over my shoulders, my thighs spread. He just stood and watched me, his eyes moving over my body from my heels to my head and then to my breasts and thong.

"You look ravishing. I'm going to have to ravish you, Ms. Bennet."

"I'm yours," I managed to whisper.

"Turn around," he ordered in a firm voice.

I did, turning so that my back was to him.

"Spread your legs."

I complied, spreading them a few inches.

"More," he said. "Wider."

I did, my feet almost a yard apart, my hands on the counter.

"I love the way you look right now," he said, his voice low and filled with lust.

I smiled to myself, glad that he felt that way. It aroused me even further to know he found me desirable and loved my curves. He came closer and ran his hands down my body, from my shoulders to my waist and then down over my thong to cup each buttock in a hand. He squeezed them, separating them and pushing them back together.

"Your ass is perfect."

He pressed his hips against my butt and I felt his erection through the fabric of his pants. He was hard as rock and ready. He teased me for a while, pressing against me while his hands slid around my waist to cup my breasts from behind.

"I'm just going to enjoy your body for a while," he murmured against my neck while he played with my nipples. "It's been so long since you were all mine and mine alone."

"I'm yours."

He continued to stroke my body all over, like he couldn't get enough of me. The feel of his hands against me like that drove my arousal even higher. I was so ready, I knew that the merest sensation of his tongue on my clit or his cock inside of me would make me come very fast.

That would be his goal – to make me orgasm fast the first time with his mouth or fingers and then for me to come a second time while he fucked me.

"Turn around," he said when he pulled back.

I did, turning and facing him, my breathing shallow, my heart rate faster. I ached for whatever he decided to do.

"Sit up on the counter." He pointed to it.

I hesitated. Behind me was the huge picture window looking out across the bay. Down below our house was a public beach and anyone could be out there, walking their dog or even just out for a run. I'd seen people out later at night, in the dark, and I didn’t want to think of people watching us.

Drake's eyes narrowed. "I can see you need a bit of training," he said, half under his breath.

"The window..."

"What about it? They'll see your back and nothing else. Do it."

I took in a deep breath and tried to shut off my mind. Then I hiked myself up onto the counter. Luckily, it was probably one of the most solid pieces of furniture in the entire house and so I didn’t have to worry about my weight damaging it.

There I was, naked except for my thong and heels, sitting on the marble counter.

"Spread your legs wide," Drake ordered. He stood across from me, still fully dressed, his shirt open, his erection straining at the fabric of his shorts.

I did. The thong split my pussy lips, digging into me and I reached down to adjust the fabric, but Drake held out his hand.

"Stop," he said. "I like the way you look."

I took my hand away. Drake stepped forward, his gaze on my pussy, and he pulled the fabric even farther to one side, exposing my flesh. My flesh throbbed, an ache building deep inside of me that needed release. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. A sex toy – anything.

"Nice and wet," Drake said in a deep husky voice. He stepped even closer and reached out, running a finger over my slit, down over my clit. I gasped, closing my eyes from the sensation. Then he slipped the finger inside of me and stroked upward. It was followed by another finger and he continued to stroke, his thumb to the side of my clit. "I'm going to fuck you later, but now, I'm going to make you come like this."

I opened my eye and met his. I knew he would make me orgasm if he continued to stroke me like that. His gaze moved between my face and his fingers deep inside me, his thumb stroking lazily over my clit.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Drake said, his voice lusty. "I love watching you come, Katherine. I love making you come."

I couldn’t stop myself from moving with his fingers, needing more stimulation, wanting the sweet release of an orgasm.

"That's it," he said, pleased with me. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you need it."

I did, moving my hips forward while he stroked inside me. I felt wanton, lusty, and it felt so good. My body was desirable to him and it made me feel like a woman again, and not only a mother, to have him watching me like that, have him touching me like that.

I felt the sweet buildup of pleasure peak and then I came, shuddering, my body clenching around his fingers.

"Keep watching me," he ordered and it was practically impossible. I managed to keep my eyes open while he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb still on my clit while I came.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my body spasming while the pleasure seared through me.

"So good," he said, his fingers deep inside of me. He moved closer and sucked on one of my nipples and that made me clench even harder, my body tightening around his fingers. "So fucking good."

I panted, recovering while my orgasm waned. Drake kept his fingers inside of me and then pulled me closer for a kiss, his mouth devouring mine. When he pulled back, he finally removed his fingers and licked them, his eyes not leaving mine.

He lifted me off the counter and I stood up, my legs weak.

"On your knees," he commanded. I knelt in front of him and waited for his next order. "Unzip me."

I did, unfastening his belt and then unzipping him. I could see the thick outline of his cock, a wet spot where his fluid leaked out.

"Take them off."

I complied, pulling his shorts down over his thighs and to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood in his boxer briefs.

"Put your mouth on me."

I held his hips in my hands and leaned forward, my mouth on his shaft. I moved it over his length from the base to the tip, stopping to mouth the head, licking it, tasting his saltiness.

"Take them off," he ordered and I complied, slipping his boxer briefs down over his thighs and down to the floor. His cock sprung loose and bobbed in front of my face. I tried to hold back a smile, because he was so ready, dripping.

"What are you smiling about? You're going to take it – all of it – down your throat."

I glanced up at him and his eyes were narrow, like he was angry with me, but I knew he wasn't. He was struggling not to smile as well.

"Sorry," I said. Then I did what he said and took him in my mouth, slowly sucking his length into my throat, as far as I could take him until I gagged.

"You're out of practice," he observed. "I guess I'm going to have to train you again. Now, I'm going to fuck your mouth for a while. Then I'm going to fuck you until you come on my cock."

I couldn't respond with his very thick cock stretching my mouth wide. Instead, I sucked on the head, my tongue running around the rim of flesh, then I held still while he slowly and lazily fucked my mouth. I cupped his balls with one hand while I sucked him, my eyes open and gazing up into his eyes. I saw such lust in them I wondered if he wouldn’t just finish in my mouth, but he didn’t. When he got close, he stopped and pulled out. I'd only come once and once was never enough for Drake.

I had to have two orgasms – at a minimum – to each one of his. He always said one of my orgasms was for him and the other was for me.

"I'm selfish. The first orgasm you have is always mine because I give it to you and it's mine alone."

"But they’re both mine," I said, smiling at him.

"You don't understand," was his simple reply.

Now, he lifted me up and turned me around so that we faced the kitchen island, and we could see our reflections in the picture window.

"Drake, people could see..."

"Let them watch. They'll be jealous."

I smiled to myself and closed my eyes while his hands squeezed my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples. Then he stroked my clit, his erection pressed between my buttocks. Soon, I was moving my hips against his hand, needing the sensation.

"You’re ready again," he said, nibbling on my shoulder. "Insatiable aren't you, Katherine?"

"I'm always hungry for you," I replied.

"Good, because I'm going to fuck you – hard." He entered me in one smooth push right to the root, and I could feel his balls slap against my pussy as he began thrusting. In the reflection, I could see my breasts shaking with each thrust and watched as Drake grit his teeth and pumped hard, one hand on my hip, the other slipping around to stroke my clit.

He knew my body so well that soon, I was at the edge of my second orgasm, the sweetness cresting and threatening to overflow.

"I'm going to--"

"Come for me..."

I did, the pleasure spiking, my body tensing, my flesh convulsing around his cock as he thrust inside me.

"Oh, God, oh God..."

Drake thrust harder and soon he too orgasmed, his face contorted in pleasure, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me against him with each thrust.

"Fuck," he groaned, breathing in through his teeth.

When he was finished, he leaned over me, his hands on either side of mine on the marble surface.

"I needed that," he murmured in my ear.

"I did, too." I smiled when he kissed and playfully bit my shoulder.

"You came so fast both times. I've been depriving you, I see."

"You have been. You're very mean."

We laughed, because of course, Drake would never deprive me of pleasure. It was me who was always too tired for sex.

I hoped that would change, now that Sophie slept most of the night through plus had a nice nap during the day. I didn't feel nearly as exhausted as I had when she was younger.

I felt Drake slip out of my body and immediately grabbed a paper towel from the counter and placed it between my thighs.

"Gotta run," I said and ran to the bathroom to clean up.

Drake followed me and watched as I washed up.

"Let's have a shower," he said, as he turned on the water. When it was the right temperature, he opened the glass door and led me in. Then, he washed me, taking his time, his eyes on mine the entire time.

"It's nice to have you all to myself," he said in a deep warm voice. "I miss you."

"I miss you," I said softly. It was so nice standing there in Drake's arms as the water flowed over us, the warmth comforting. I could have stood there for an hour, enjoying the moment with Drake that happened all too infrequently.

When we went to bed later, after a drink of hot tea, watching the stars twinkle over the ocean, I felt like my life was finally back to normal. While I often fell asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow, that night I lay awake for a while, Drake's arm thrown around my waist, our hands clasped, and tried to appreciate what I had.