Drake

I know it’s wrong but I can’t stop myself. There is a short list of things I can’t live without and she is now one of them. Every breath she takes every word she speaks is mesmerizing. When we are alone together I can hardly focus on anything but her full bee-stung lips and her bicolored eyes. Not having her is not an option.

Jayden will be angry but when he realizes she’s more than a fly-by fuck to me, he might be more accepting. His only valid concern left will be my impending blindness and that is something I can’t blame him for being angry about.

No one wants to see their sister get strapped with someone that has more baggage than a twenty-six-foot U-Haul. Hell, I don’t want that for her either but I simply cannot stop myself.

“Around back,” I say to her when we approach my house in the dark. It’s easy to slip inside my house unnoticed from the deck in the back. I feel like a teenager sneaking my girlfriend into the house for a secret make-out session.

But this is going to be much more than that. I’m going to do things to this woman that will make her never forget this night.

“The lights are still on, Jay’s probably waiting for me.”

“Well, he’s going to have to wait a lot longer. Maybe you should text him and let him know you’re having fun and won’t be home until late.”

“Good idea, how late?”

“The tomorrow morning kind of late.” I wink at her and even in the dark I know she’s blushing. Her body temperature goes up when she’s excited, I can feel the heat emanating from her body.

“I don’t know, Drake…”

“It’s okay, you will.”

I watch her blush harder in the glow of her phone screen as she types out a message to her brother.

I open the back door and we slip inside unnoticed. I lead her through the house and upstairs not turning any lights on along the way. I don’t need them and I don’t want anyone to know I’m home.

My bedroom takes up nearly the entire second level of the house. I push open the door and lead her by the hand to the edge of my bed. It feels odd to have a woman in my room, in my house for that matter. When I have sex it’s purely physical and always at the woman’s house or a hotel. One sure-fire way to keep a woman from showing up or calling is not to give her your address or phone number.

Tiana knows both but I would have brought her here even if she hadn’t. She’s different. She makes me feel something different. I don’t know what it is but I’m willing to risk losing my best friend and exposing my blindness for her so it’s monumental.

“I know you’ve been through a lot lately. I’m going to take all of that away for a little while now, okay?”

Her eyes are wide in the dark when she nods in agreement. I grasp the back of the collar of my shirt and pull it off in one smooth movement. Her hungry eyes wander along my shoulders down my chest to my well-defined abs. I hook my finger under her chin and bring them back to my face.

“I’m going to undress you now.” She’s trembling when I begin to unbutton her blouse. The soft material quivers under her skin and her chest is rising and falling with her quick short breaths.

When her shirt is unbuttoned, I place my hand on her hot skin over her heart.

“Breathe in.” I take a deep breath and she copies me. “And out.” We blow out our breaths slowly and repeat the process two more times.

“Better?” I ask and she nods. I push her pink shirt off one shoulder and bend down to kiss the dip above her collarbone. I pause and breathe in her peach and vanilla scent trying to fill my lungs with as much of her as possible.

Her hands come up to touch my waist but I place them back at her sides and begin kissing a trail from one shoulder to the other and up the creamy soft skin of her neck. God, she’s incredible, a part of me wants to push her down on the bed and take her roughly and hard… a big part. But more than that, I want to keep listening to her appreciative sighs and feel her body quiver under my touch.

I take her face in my hands and cover her mouth with mine. Her lips part and our tongues swirl together making my cock so hard it’s painful. I’m not one for taking my time. I always make sure my partner is satisfied, but it’s never my top priority.

Tiana’s pleasure is my only priority. I want to explore every inch of her inside and out. I want to make her come harder than she ever has before.

Her hands slide around my waist but I need her to understand that I’m in control of her pleasure journey tonight. I release her face and move her hands back to her sides a second time without breaking our kiss. She whimpers and I pull away until we are nose to nose.

“Do you trust me?”

Her sultry eyes open a sliver, “Yes.”

“Then let me show you how good it feels to give up control. I’m going to take you to paradise, baby.” I push her blouse off her shoulders and unhook her lace bra. She lets it fall to the floor and I take a moment to appreciate her full lush breasts.

I kneel in front of her and slip her pretty feet out of her heels. I unzip her jeans and slide my hands around to cup her ample ass. I moan and lay my head against her flat belly for a moment collecting myself.

She’s in excellent physical condition and I know she’s got stamina after running with her this morning. She was never out of breath the entire run. I’ve never slept with a woman who could outlast me. I may have met my match.

I lean back and peel her jeans down her legs to her ankles. I take her hand and place it on my shoulder for balance and she pulls her feet the rest of the way out.

When she’s free, I remove her hand and put it back at her side. With only her lace panties separating us, I pull her a step forward and press my face between her legs smoothing my hands up the backs of her calves and breathing her in.

She smells like heaven and she feels like a dream but I’m willing to bet she tastes better than both. I slide my hands up her hips and under her panties to cup her ass once more before dragging them down her legs. I press a kiss on her navel and when the black scrap of lace hits the floor I press another an inch lower and another and another.

Her hands are balled into tiny fists at her sides and she’s shaking harder than a flag in a hurricane when I rise to my feet. I toe off my shoes and unbuckle my belt when she asks, “May I?” She nods her head toward my jeans.

“Yes, you can take them off but don’t touch.” I like that she asked and I want her to be comfortable but I’m in charge of her tonight.

She kneels in front of me and lowers my zipper and then my jeans. I kick them aside still wearing my black boxer briefs and she looks up at me through her dark lashes. Her eyes are powerful and seductive, she could ask me for anything right now and I wouldn’t deny her. Except for control, I keep the control.

She is bare but for an elastic band around her wrist. I scoop her hair off her shoulders into a ponytail and take the elastic from her to wrap it around the thick mop of curls. She cocks her head to the side and looks at me thoughtfully. I’m sure she’s going to say something, but then she places her hands on my hips and slides the last barrier separating our bodies down my legs. My cock springs free brushing against her cheek, she moves just in time to obey my command not to touch.

Being with her is almost too much. I don’t do this, fucking is fucking. There is no intricate foreplay or feelings involved with other women. No soft kisses or silky touches, just fucking followed by release.

Not with Tiana, never with Tiana. I reach out and take her hand to help her up and surprise her when I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. Instinctively, her arms fly to my shoulders and the soft sound of her gasp when she feels my cock pressing against her is a potent aphrodisiac.

She looks at me straight on and I lower my eyes avoiding the uncomfortable reminder that someday I will not be able to see her at all. I move toward the bed and sit on the edge with her in my lap. She lowers her arms and the small show of obedience makes me crazy. I cover her mouth and devour her pulling her soft ample breasts against my rock-hard chest. My cock twitches between us when I feel the erect peaks of her nipples against my skin.

I slide my hand up her spine and break our kiss. Lowering her, I hold her steady and leave a trail of kisses down her throat to one of her perfect nipples. Her head falls back and she moans as I circle the sensitive nub with my tongue.

“Oh God, Drake, … Please…”

“Patience,” I say against her skin as I slide my hand between her legs to her smooth mound. I cup it in my hand, making her wait a few seconds longer for what she’s craving before I slide two fingers into her soaking wet folds.

“You’re a very good girl, Tiana, so wet, so ready, so responsive. I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I’m going to take you to paradise and back over and over.”

I slide my fingers in and out and scrape my teeth against her nipple. She’s mine now. No one else will explore these curves, taste her sweet skin, or feel the hot slick wetness between these legs.

“Mine.”

I circle her clit and bite her nipple gently to prove a point. She squirms in my arms and raises her head to look at me with a question in her eyes.

I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I must have. Time to deflect. I roll her onto the bed onto her stomach.

“Crawl into the center and lie on your stomach.” She does as I ask and I stand and admire the view. A slice of light from the full moon streams across her backside. Her caramel tanned skin from a long day in the sun glows in the light and I have the urge to bite one of her round cheeks. I leave her for a moment to get a few things from my dresser drawer.

When I return, I crawl up the bed and hover over her. I dip down to whisper in her ear and my cock rests in the crack of her ass.

“Put your arms above your head.”

She slides her arms over her head. I reach up and click a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. Her head pops up and she yanks her wrists taut. I feel her tense under me and before she can voice a protest, I proactively speak into her ear again.

“Trust me.”

“But…”

“Uh, uh, uh. You can do this.” I gently press her head down and watch her blink several times in an attempt to relax.

“Breathe in and out, in and out.” My voice is hypnotic and raspy with desire. She believes I’m in control. Little does she know, I’m close to losing it. I close my eyes and breathe with her until her pulse isn’t pounding in the side of her neck.

I rise and reach for one of the throw pillows on the bed and tuck it under her belly lifting her ass to a perfect angle and nudge her legs apart. I lean back and rest my ass on my heels between her legs taking her in. I’d like a picture of her like this but given her recent trauma with visual media, I leave the camera for another time.

I open a bottle of lotion that was with my cuffs in my dresser and squirt a white line down the back of her legs. Hypersensitive, she jumps at the feel of the cool lotion on her skin. I lay my hands on her calves and smooth the lotion over her flesh massaging her legs until I reach the curves under her cheeks.

Spreading the lotion upward with my fingers and spreading her crack open with my thumbs with every stroke I feel her tense in anticipation. The metal of the handcuffs clinks together when she grabs the comforter and wads it in her hands.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are like this. If I didn’t want you so badly, I could massage every inch of you for hours.”

She moans and I take advantage of the moment while she’s thinking about my words to lean in and lick her seam from her wet pussy to the tight pucker of her ass.

“Ah God, Drake.”

I was right. She tastes delicious, sweet like a juicy peach. In fact, everything about her reminds me of a peach, her slick mound, her tempting full ass, the smell of her skin, her breasts.

I slide my hands under her and hike up her hips a little more and bury my face in between her legs massaging her pussy with my thumbs with every long lick of my tongue.

She squirms and I swat her on the ass just enough to get her attention. She stills, stunned by the sting. I kiss the red spot my hand left on her skin and watch the small of her back arch with every pant of her breath.

As much as I love this, I can’t wait any longer to be inside her. I slide the pillow out from under her belly and flip her over. On my hands and knees hovering over her, we look at one another in the dark. The moonlight has moved off the bed, but it’s still light enough for me to see an outline of her face. Six months ago, I would have turned on the light to penetrate her with a seductive stare while I fucked her.

Now, I can’t look anyone straight in the eye. Everything I see is from my peripheral and looking at her sideways during such an intimate moment like this would feel odd.

I raise her cuffed hands over her head lengthening her body and displaying her breasts beautifully.

“Stay like this.” She nods and I reach across the mattress for a condom. Her eyes lower, watching me roll it onto my rock-hard length. I bend her knees and kiss the inside of her leg from ankle to her sex. I tease her for a moment with light kisses on her mound.

One more moan out of her and I’m on my knees sliding her legs over my shoulders. I thrust my cock into her hot wet pussy like a man possessed, because I am. Possessed with a desire to bring this woman more pleasure than she can stand.

Hands pressed to the mattress, I slide in and out deeply and rotate my hips until she’s on the edge and so am I. The greedy dominant man that I am wants to see just how far I can push her.

“Don’t come, Tiana. Wait until I say.”

“What? I can’t…” she pants opening her eyes wide.

“Do your best; do it for me.”

She looks frazzled and confused, but she relaxes under me and I know she’s doing it, holding off, waiting.

“You feel so good, I don’t want this to ever end. I could fuck your perfect pussy forever.”

She looks up at me nearly horrified at the thought of being fucked forever with no release. I smile and pick up the pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together bounces off the walls and our moans and heavy breathing become more and more frantic.

“Okay, baby, come for me, let go.”

Her body tenses and arches taking me deeper, bringing us closer. I feel her sex pulsing around my cock when I let go with a roar clawing at the comforter.

My heart is pounding against my ribs and I’m gasping for breath, not from physical exertion. I’m blissed out, sated, and astonished at how this woman has me twisted up inside.

I lower her legs off my shoulders and bring her arms down between us and unlock them with the key on the bed next to us. I rub her wrists and lay her limp arms over her flat belly.

“How do you feel?”

“No words,” she replies.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I’m not done with you, you know? I have plans for you for the next few hours.”

She lifts her eyebrows and inhales a deep breath.

“I’ll try to keep up,” she says with a shrug and I sit back and pull her into my lap.

“We can rest in between. I may have to feed you again, too, but I think you’ll survive.”

I reach up and trace her face with the tip of my finger ending with a tap on her bottom lip. She glances out the window next to the bed and I sense I’ve lost her undivided attention.

“Jayden can’t see us, or hear us, and he has no idea you’re over here.”

She closes her eyes and her lush lashes fan her cheeks like the costume of a Vegas showgirl. I cup her cheek and pull her to my chest.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just feel guilty blatantly going against his wishes when he made it so clear he would rather we not see each other.”

She’s so much more submissive than I gave her credit for. She has a sassy independent side but she also has a strong desire to follow orders and please. This knowledge makes me fall a little bit more for her.

“Tiana, you’re an adult, and Jayden forbade you from seeing me for no reason other than he thinks I’ll hurt you and I will not.”

A pang of guilt pierces my chest when I lie. If we keep this up, she’s in for a world of hurt and so am I. When she finds out I’m going blind, she’ll be gone. I can’t imagine not ever having this woman in my bed again, but she deserves so much more than what I am going to become.

Tiana states, “I know. He has my best interest at heart, though, he’s trying to protect me in any way he can. I think he feels guilty about not being there for me in New York, but that’s absurd. That was all my fault, nobody could have saved me from that mess.”

“You’re right, he’s a good man and he loves you, and he’s also my best friend. If it makes you feel better, we can keep this under wraps. We don’t know where this is going, you might hate me again tomorrow anyway.”

She laughs softly and her hand drifts over my abdominal muscles. “I don’t think so, you’re sort of growing on me.”

“Growing indeed.” I push my hips forward making her aware of my returning erection. “I’m almost ready for round two.”

“So, what’s next? Whips, chains, blindfolds, rope?” she says and I feel her smile against my chest.

“No whips,” I answer unsure if she’s joking around or if she’s actually had a relationship like this before. I stroke her arm up and down and wait for her to respond and she doesn’t.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking about ropes, blindfolds, and chains.”

“How do you feel about ropes, blindfolds, and chains?”

“I think I feel good about them.”

“I thought you would.”