Chapter Nine
Drake
I was shaking like a fucking school boy with his first girl, and wished with everything inside of me that that was the case. I was Angel’s first and only man, and I would have given up everything—everything but our girls—for her to have been my first too. Pushing that thought away, I focused on the here and now, and taking things slow.
This was how I dreamed it had been that night when things had changed from friends to lovers. Tonight, I was making it a reality.
I kissed my way down her body, starting with her neck. Her hands clenched into fists at her side as she arched into my kisses. I knew every inch of her body by heart, but tonight I was memorizing it all over again. Finding the places that made her sigh, whimper, moan and turning her pleasure up by a million.
Her skin was smooth and silky soft. It never failed to fascinate me the contrasts of all her softness to my rough and hard. As my lips trailed down her shoulder, I pulled the straps of her bra down her arms and then filled my hands with her amazing tits as I unhooked the damn thing. I didn’t see the stretch marks that marred her stomach like the stripes of a tiger. All I saw was her flat stomach, the tattoo just above her panties that said ‘Love Me Without Regret’ in black cursive.
I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawling a needy little moan out of her. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her arms straining to keep her upright as she arched into my touch, seeking more. I kissed each globe, circled my tongue around the areola, teasing her with what she wanted, but delaying it until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Drake.” Her moan was part whine, begging me to give her my mouth.
Grinning against her flesh, I sucked one diamond-hard nipple into my mouth. Her cry was wild, her hands going to my hair and pulling down the bun I’d put it into earlier. My hair fell around us, curtaining her tits as I sucked her harder, deeper into my mouth. After only a few moments, I switched to the other, licking it until it was dripping wet before sucking it deep, my tongue pressing it against the roof of my mouth just the way I knew she craved.
I wanted to take my time, but I also knew my limits, and there were still so many delicious parts of her I still had left to explore. Slowly, I pulled back enough to start trailing kisses once again. Her stomach muscles clenched and unclenched as I kissed my way toward her navel. I circled it twice, then pushed her onto her back.
As soon as I touched the top of her panties, she lifted her hips, anxious to help me remove the last layer that separated her dripping pussy from my hungry eyes. I took my time sliding the material off, making her whimper in frustration, but she didn’t say a word, didn’t try to rush me more than making those needy little sounds.
Throwing the wet panties over my shoulder, I spread her thighs wider and feasted my eyes on her. Fuck, she was beautiful. Every inch of her. Instinct told me to take her—fuck her—until neither of us knew who we were. I tramped it down. Fucking had no place in this room tonight.
Holding her legs wide apart, I kissed my way down the insides of her right thigh to her knee, then back up her left. Her thighs quivered as more liquid pooled between her legs. Her scent was like a drug, like honey and cream that demanded I eat up every drop.
My tongue stroked over her pussy lips, teasing her, driving her toward that invisible edge. Spreading her lips with my thumb and forefinger, I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit.
“Fuck,” she moaned, bucking against my face. “Dray, please.”
“Soon,” I promised, and licked her from opening to her clit, then back again. More liquid desire flooded her entrance, and I drank every drop. I did this to her. Even after so many years, I could still make my wife want me this much. I knew I was a lucky man, but having the evidence of it every day was mind-blowing.
“You’re evil,” she muttered half under her breath.
“I love you,” I said, but there was an evil grin on my face.
She let out a shuddery little huff. “I love you…” I thrust two fingers into her, her wetness making a sucking noise as she started to contract around them. “Drake!” she screamed as she came apart for me.
While she was still coming down, I threw off my boxers and leaned over her. Kissing her long and deep, sharing her taste that was still all over my lips, I slid into her scalding heat and stopped. Her inner walls were still convulsing, trying to milk me of my own release. I held on to my control by my fingertips, wanting to make this last all night, knowing it was only going to be a matter of minutes—if not seconds—before I emptied deep inside her.
Soft fingers stroked over my back before her nails sank into my shoulder blades. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me and refusing to let go. “I want you to come,” she whispered at my ear, making my control start to shatter. “Please.”
“Fuck.” I bit down on her shoulder, no longer able to hold back as my hips started thrusting.
I could tell by her little pants and those damn mewling sounds she always made when she was close that she was headed straight for another orgasm. I wanted to follow her over the edge this time, wanted to be there to catch her when she fell.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, God.” Her voice rose more and more as the pleasure built. “Oh, God.” Her spine arched, her hands tangling in my hair and pulling roughly as she fought against the inevitable. “Oh, God. Drake, please. Please. Please.”
“Angel.” Her name left my lips like a vow. Every muscle in my body tensed as my release rushed up and spilled deep inside of her.
The sun was shining bright and early the next morning. I groaned, not wanting to be awake yet. The warm, very naked body of my wife was wrapped around me and she sighed softly in her sleep, trying to hide from the sun as well. I cracked an eye open, realized we’d forgotten to shut the blackout drapes, and silently cursed myself.
Then I remembered why I’d forgotten something so small and unimportant and couldn’t help but grin as I pressed a kiss to the top of Angel’s head. Last night, we had set the sheets on fire. Going without making love for a week had made us desperate for each other, and we’d created the memories that I had desperately needed to fill the blank void that had been eating at my sanity.
We had one more day alone before we needed to get back to the girls, and while I was glad for a little more alone time with the beauty tucked in beside me, my heart felt a little hollow being away from the girls. Call us over-protective, but we’d never spent more than a night away from our kids. Normally Bliss or Heavenleigh woke us up each morning, bouncing on our bed and demanding breakfast. Nevaeh would be begging to go to the bookstore for a new stack of thick books to keep her busy. She had three different e-readers, but she would rather have a physical book in her hands. Arella would be running around, wanting to go to one of her cousins’ houses to play or would already be on the phone with one of her aunts or uncles, begging them to come over for the day.
To some people, that might sound like a big dose of crazy and they would want a week away from the madhouse our home was when school was on break. For me—and Angel too—it was paradise.
As if she were reading my mind, Angel lifted her head, a frown wrinkling her brow as it took her a few seconds to realize we weren’t at home. Her bottom lip pouted out and she looked down at me with sad whiskey-brown eyes. “I want cuddles with Bliss.”
“Me too,” I told her honestly. “Want to get dressed and take them breakfast?”
The sadness evaporated, quickly replaced with a joy that was so powerful it knocked the air from my body. “Can we? Don’t you have more things planned for us?”
I shrugged. “Just more memories we could make. But I’d rather make them with our daughters.” The darkness was gone now. All I could see was the sunshine—the peace and the joy that my angel had given me yet again. “What about you?”
“Yes, definitely yes.” She leaned in close, kissing me quick and hard. “And we can make some delicious ones in our own bed tonight when they’re asleep,” she promised with a wicked wink.