Chapter 8

The night flew by, and before she knew it, Cynthia woke up and it was almost 3 o’clock in the morning. She was dying of thirst as she crawled over Drake and made her way to the bathroom. Her legs still felt wobbly from their earlier fun, but in a good way. The kind of wobble you got from having multiple orgasms.

Cynthia wasn’t sure why she felt so comfortable with Drake, but as she stood in the bathroom doorway and drank her water, she smiled at the thought. She was standing there naked and didn’t even care if Drake woke up and saw her. It was the first time she could remember ever feeling so comfortable in her own skin.

Drake hadn’t done anything specific to make her feel comfortable; it was just the way he looked at her. It was clear that he didn’t see the extra weight she carried around. Cynthia had looked at her own body so critically for so many years; it was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders when she stood there without the worry at all.

Cynthia couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful their day together had been. It was nothing like any date she had ever experienced. Certainly, the circumstances were much different than anything Cynthia had encountered before, but it was much more than that. Cynthia and Drake had a connection that was stronger than she had felt with other men she had dated.

The other issue with those other men though, was that they weren’t nearly as funny as Drake. The men she normally went out with were boring money men who loved to talk about their money and how good they were at investing it.

Cynthia was pretty damn good with investing too. She had built her company up from hardly anything. It was now a multi-million-dollar organization with over a hundred employees. But just because she was smart and knew how to invest didn’t mean that she thought it was good conversation for a date. In fact, when a man started a date off talking about his investments or money, that instantly turned Cynthia off for the rest of the night.

It was comical to Cynthia that she had spent the whole day with Drake, and neither of them had mentioned money at all. That was something she had dreamed for in a man. She had even talked with her friends over drinks one night about how she would keep the first man who could make it through a meal without talking about his investments.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be up to Cynthia on whether she got to keep Drake or not. He was going to have to make the decision at the end of the week. It made Cynthia horribly sad to even think about losing Drake, and she needed to find something to keep herself occupied really quick before she started to lament about her fears.

She returned to the bed and uncovered Drake slowly. She was trying not to wake him up, but as soon as the cold room air hit his skin, he started to stir. Cynthia quickly wrapped her lips around his member and stroked slowly up and down his shaft as she worked to wake him up. If she were awake, certainly Drake should be awake as well, she thought.

“Good morning,” Drake said groggily. “Or is it still nighttime?”

He turned toward the bedside clock and saw the time. It was a bit of a relief to him as he wanted more time with Cynthia. He wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. She was a special woman and someone he would have never found if Samantha and Robert hadn’t brought her to the house for the week.

As her mouth moved around him, he felt his energy surging, and the throbbing started to increase. It was so easy for her to arouse his energies, easier than he thought it would have been at such an hour of the night.

“Good morning,” Cynthia said as she climbed on top of Drake and sat near his stomach for a moment.

She was certainly planning to slide him inside of her, but first, she wanted to talk to him. They hadn’t spent much of their time talking at all throughout their day. It made Cynthia feel like she was at a disadvantage compared to the other women in the house. Most of them had talked in depth about all the conversations and bonding they had done with Drake. But Cynthia and Drake had hardly talked at all.

“You know, I could flip you back over onto the bed and tie you up again,” Drake said as she grabbed her ass and pulled her body toward him.

“Nope, I have something better planned.”

“Anything you want, babe,” Drake said as he let his hands massage her ass.

“I’m going to make you scream,” Cynthia teased him.

As much as she genuinely wanted to talk with Drake, she quickly found herself flirting with him and teasing him again. She just couldn’t stop herself. There was something about Drake that made Cynthia almost giddy with excitement. She couldn’t hold back from sexually teasing him and wasn’t sure she wanted to.

She had to hope that they would have time for conversation on another day before everything was over because for the moment, Cynthia wasn’t going to be talking with him much.

“Oh, you think so?” Drake asked as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“No,” she laughed. “But I am going to ride you like a cowboy.”

Drake had to laugh at her analogy. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever referred to him as a cowboy before. He was probably the farthest thing from a cowboy there was. He dressed in trendy clothes and didn’t really know how to work with his hands much, except in the bedroom. But it was a fun idea to be a cowboy for the evening.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m your cowboy and you should give me a good riding. You know the kind where I try to buck you off and you just hold on for dear life,” he teased her.

Cynthia looked intently at Drake as she lifted her body off him and moved over his throbbing member. As she slid down on top of him, she felt the release of his breath as he closed his eyes and took in the pleasure of the moment.

The feeling of him filled her up, and she pressed her hands against his chest to stabilize herself. Slowly she rocked her hips back and forth as she pressed his body deep inside of her. It was an intense feeling to have him all the way in her, and she felt her body tightening around him.

Soon, Drake started to move his hips with her thrusts in perfect unison as their bodies worked together to create pleasure for both of them. Harder and harder he thrust as he held onto her hips for leverage.

Her breasts moved freely as she bounced up and down on his body. Normally, the sign of her bouncing breasts would have worried her. She would have wrapped an arm around them in an effort to hide their movements. But with Drake, Cynthia didn’t worry at all. She relaxed and felt the sensation that was going through her body. It was a liberating experience for her and one that resulted in a far larger amount of pleasure for her.

Cynthia felt comfortable on top of Drake, and even felt fine with his hands on her hips as their bodies thrust together. It was a totally unique moment for her, and she knew she wouldn’t forget it. No matter what happened at the end of the week, Cynthia wanted to always remember how safe and confident she felt with Drake. That was what she wanted for her future.

The more they moved with each other, the more their moans increased as the climax built up inside both of them. Soon they were both ready to explode as Cynthia clenched her hands onto Drake’s chest and he pulled her hips even tighter to his body.

Their final release came in unison with a huge thrust from Drake and a moan from Cynthia that she was sure had to have been heard throughout the house. She thought it was loud enough that even the neighbors probably heard it.

“Oh, my gosh, I’m going to die from exhaustion,” Cynthia said as she collapsed onto Drake’s chest.

“Before you die, we should hop in the shower,” he teased.

“Yes, we should go right now before I decide I’m too tired to move.”

Drake quickly sat up and pulled Cynthia with him as they got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom. It was a few degrees colder in there, and he quickly turned on the warm water of the shower so they could get in.

“After you ma’am,” he said with a wink.

Cynthia couldn’t help smiling at the way he said, ma’am. Instead of him saying it like she was his dominatrix, he used a long southern drawl that made her smile. She slid under the warm water of the shower and let it rain over her while Drake watched from just outside the glass enclosure.

“Are you coming in?” she asked, letting her hands move over her breasts and spreading the water all over her body.

She took a moment to grab the shampoo and spread the soapy mixture throughout her hair and then down her chest. It drizzled over her hard nipple, and she knew that Drake was watching every move she made. It was fun to feel so sexually free around someone and not feel like she had to dominate her man at all. Drake’s eyes were glued to her body, and he was perfectly happy to stand there and watch her as she moved the soap around and rinsed herself off.

Drake didn’t care about her weight or any other silly body issues that Cynthia had obsessed about for years. She saw in his eyes at that moment that he was perfectly inspired by her body. It made her see herself in a whole different way than she normally did.

“Give me about ten minutes and I’ll come all over you,” he joked.

As he climbed in the shower, he pressed himself up against Cynthia’s wet body and let the warm water run down on him as well. He grabbed the soap and squirted it all over her again just so he could use his hands and wash her body one more time for her.

“Drake! I’m all slippery now,” she yelled out.

Drake went to work, washing every inch of her body and rinsing off all the soap so she wasn’t slippery any longer. He let his hands pay special attention to her breasts and nipples as he fondled them longer than any other area of her body.

“You can’t possibly have enough energy to go again?” Cynthia asked skeptically as she reached for the soap once more.

She squirted the soap all over Drake's chest and then let her own hands explore his muscular body as she washed him off. It was a delight to feel the firm muscles that he had stretched over each and every area of his body.

“You’re right, I’m just teasing you. But you never know; in ten minutes, I could feel fully recharged and ready to go again.”

As they both washed off their bodies with soap and warm water, they let the silence fill the room. It wasn’t an awkward silence, though, they both felt so comfortable with each other it was just another level of comfort in the silence.

“Do you think we could stretch our day out into three?” she asked. But Cynthia instantly regretted making the statement. She knew from the beginning what the rules were, and Drake had already stayed with her through the night. She felt bad for even mentioning such a thing.

“I am really regretting this idea to spend just one day with you,” Drake replied. “I think we could spend a whole week together and never get tired of each other.”

It was a politically correct answer if Cynthia had ever heard one, but she was happy that he didn’t make a big thing out of her comment. Cynthia really did understand the rules of their week together, and she was alright with those rules. She had just let it slip out that she wanted more time with Drake. All of the women probably wanted more time with him. One day wasn’t nearly enough time to get to know someone.

He certainly loved the idea of spending more time with Cynthia, but he also knew that it wasn’t going to happen. He had a big day planned with Lauren at the beach, and it was only fair to her that she would get her time with Drake as well.

Drake grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower to dry off. He didn’t want to let their conversation go any further down the road it was on. He liked Cynthia a lot and knew it must feel horrible to spend the day with him and then have to watch the next girl get her time, but that was the way things had to be for that week.

“I’m going to dry my hair really quick, and I’ll meet you in bed,” Cynthia said as she got out of the shower.

Drake pulled the sheets off of the bed and put a fresh set on from the closet before he climbed in and waited for Cynthia to join him. It was close to morning, but they still had a couple hours of sleep they could get before the sun came up.

His heart jumped in his chest as Cynthia came out of the bathroom totally naked with her long brown hair blown dry and lying around her shoulders. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and he really hoped she understood that.

She climbed into bed next to him, and he quickly pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her again. It was comforting to have him there, and he seemed to know just what she needed from him. Drake was like a dream come true to Cynthia, and she couldn’t wait to see if he picked her at the end of the week.

“I had an amazing day with you,” she said to Drake as she let her eyes close in exhaustion.

“Me too, I will always remember this day Cynthia; always.”

They both quickly drifted off to sleep with their arms intertwined and the covers pulled up over them. It was the end of an absolutely amazing day. They were both physically exhausted. Drake was sure he would have a very hard time waking up in the morning, but it was a day well worth the exhaustion he was feeling.

After only about an hour of sleep, Drake and Cynthia woke up to screams coming from down the hall. It took them a moment to come out of their sleep and figure out just what was happening.

“Help! Help! Help!” A woman’s voice screamed from down the hall. “Somebody, call 911.”

It sounded like it was Scarlett screaming. Drake sat up quickly in bed, grabbed his pants and slid them on while he rushed down the hall. He didn’t know where he was going or what was going on. All he knew was the voice that had screamed sounded frantic.

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