Chapter Eight
Kelly moaned as Drake surged inside her once again. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she sucked him inside her, desperate to feel him riding her. His cock was long, and it had been three days since they had lost their virginity. Three days of practicing, of getting it just right, and with the way he was sliding inside her, and his hands on her body, they were doing everything perfect.
“You feel so fucking right, baby,” he said. “Look at us. Watch my dick take you.”
She stared down at where they were joined, and moaned. His cock was driving in and out of her. The sight only served to turn her on, and when she reached down to stroke her clit, it made Drake wild. He fucked her with abandon, the strength of his thrusts making the bed slam against the wall.
“I’m so close, Drake.”
“That’s right, baby. Touch your clit. Your pussy is so damn tight, fuck. You’re so perfect, so right, so mine.” He claimed her lips just as she screamed her orgasm.
He slammed inside her three times, filling her as deep as he could go. The last thrust sent her into another semi-climax that had her scoring her nails down his back from the pleasure.
Their moans echoed off the walls, and she screamed his name over and over. When he collapsed on top of her, she held him tightly, kissing his shoulder.
“That’s it, I’m done. I think you’ve broken my dick.”
“Me? That was totally you this time. You attacked me.”
“I walked in and you were playing with your pussy. How could I not dive in?”
This had Kelly laughing as Drake rolled over. She watched as he removed the condom, and tossed it toward the trash bin, getting it inside.
“It amazes me how well you do that.” She snuggled up close to him. “You always seem to arrive just as I’m about to come, and then you make it all about you.”
“You loved feeling my cock inside you.”
“You know I do.” She ran her hand across his stomach, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “That was a ten.”
“Without a doubt?”
“Without a single doubt. Total ten for me.”
“I think you’ve got some room for improvement. Nine and a half.”
She was laughing. “You’re an ass.”
“Just keeping you on your toes, woman.” He pulled her close, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
“I never thought for a second we’d be doing this.”
“What?” he asked.
“Snuggling, having sex, making love. We even played a board game today. Come on, this has been a complete change from what we normally do.” She tucked some hair behind her ear, and smiled at him. “You can’t tell me you’re not surprised by everything?”
“I’m not surprised.” He stroked her arm.
“You said to me that you didn’t believe in the stuff you were saying to me. You kept pushing me away even as you hated yourself for it.”
“I know. It was all my parents talked about. You, me, being together. I was tired of it, and I was also a kid. I fucked up big time, and I don’t want to justify that.” He held her chin, and smiled down at her. “I want to make up for being an asshole to you. I never meant anything I said. Even after I said it and I saw the pain that I caused you, I wanted to take it back, but I just couldn’t. It has been the biggest regret of my life.”
“I don’t blame you anymore, and you’re certainly not hurting me now.”
“I’ve still got to live with that. Knowing I was an asshole to you. I never for a second thought your ass was fat. I actually hated it because whenever I’d watch you walk away, I’d look at your ass, and want you. I’ve always wanted you, Kelly. That will never change.”
“Does it help if I say that I forgive you?”
“Don’t forgive me yet. I don’t deserve it.”
Everything he was saying and doing was making it impossible for her to feel anything but love for him. They had grown a great deal from being here on this island.
Pressing a kiss to his lips, she reached over and grabbed another condom. She straddled his legs, and smiled down at him. Tearing into the packet, she rolled the condom over his length.
“Now, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, grasping her hips. He didn’t make a move to stop her.
“We said practice makes perfect.” She eased down over his already swelling length. “Well, we can lie here and talk about the past, or we can move past it, by making love.” She moaned as he seated to the hilt inside her. “I know what I prefer to do.”
He held her in place. His cock pulsed inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure rushing through her. “You feel so amazing.”
With her hands on his chest, she began to move up and down on his cock. Her eyes closed as she basked in the sensation of having him fill her. He was so big, and he surrounded her in a way that was just perfect. She loved everything about him, and that alone scared her.
The teaching of the island was that during a couple’s isolation, they found themselves drawn to each other, which was how it was supposed to be. That love went deep, and it couldn’t be easily broken. They were going to be true mates, and that connection was never going to be severed.
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Christmas came, and together they dressed their house up. Gifts were not much of an issue for either of them as they spent most of the buildup and the day making love. The New Year seemed to come faster, and then it was on course to Valentine’s Day. Now this day, Drake did have some big plans for. They still had a couple of months to go before they were clear, but before then, he wanted to do something romantic.
He’d asked his father to send a ring, and some other things so that he could make the scene that he wanted to create. After spending as much time with her as he could, he wanted this to be the perfect setting.
On the day of Valentine’s, he took her out to the pool.
“What are you doing?” Kelly asked.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you, and in order to do it, I need you to stay here so I can make everything perfect.”
She rolled her eyes, folded her arms, and glared. “What exactly are you going to do?”
“That’s the surprise. I need you to trust me.”
“Ugh.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him close. “Can’t I convince you to stay? We’ll make this a day to remember.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips. “This is going to be a day to remember. I promise.” When he pulled away, she held his hand.
“Don’t go.”
Drake groaned. “Please, let me go and do this for you, babe. It’ll be perfect, I promise.” He then grabbed the bag he’d stored everything inside, and handed it to her. “E-readers, chocolate, and coffee. Give me one hour.”
“One hour?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. See you in one hour.” She kissed him, took the bag, and he was off.
Rushing back toward the house, he entered, and paused. There in his sitting room was his father.
“What the hell?” Drake rushed forward, hugging him.
“I was allowed to be here to help you set up. You’re really going to do this now? You’re ready?”
“I’m ready.”
“Do you think she’ll say yes?”
“I’m hoping so.” He had his fingers crossed. “I love her, Dad. That’s all that matters. I know she loves me, too. I want this to be perfect.”
“I’m here to help.”
“Great, I’ve got an hour to get this perfect.”
Without speaking Drake headed for the table, picking it up, and carrying it outside. His father hung up lights so that the backyard was aglow. In an hour the sun would be setting, and everything would go the way he planned. He hoped. This was his very first romantic plan, and he just hoped he got it right.
An intimate meal, a garden aglow, candles, and soft music. With his father’s help, he was able to get everything how he wanted it.
“You’re sure about this, son?” he asked.
“Dad, I was picked by the elders. We were picked, Kelly and me. I nearly lost her once. I’m not going to do it again.”
“The food is heating in the oven. Your mother cooked lasagna, so it should help seal the deal.” His father hugged up. “Love you, son.”
“Love you, too, Dad.”
There was a knock on the door, and once Drake was sure everything was in place, he went to answer it.
Kelly was there, a smile on her face. “I think it’s been an hour, and I may or may not have missed you. I wanted to see that everything was okay.”
“And to see the surprise that I’ve got.”
“Yes, that, too. I like surprises. Mostly.”
He took her hand and helped her into the house. “I’m going to need to cover your eyes.”
“Is this a kinky surprise?”
“No. Nowhere near close.” He placed his hands over her eyes.
“What’s that smell?” she asked. “It’s amazing.”
He heard her stomach rumble and chuckled. “That would be my mom’s lasagna. She makes a great one.” Entering the backyard, he removed his hands. “You can open your eyes now.”
When she did, he heard a gasp. “Drake, it’s beautiful.”
“It’s not even close to being done.” He quickly left to grab the lasagna. The ring was in his pocket, and it was driving him crazy.
“This is all amazing. You did this in one hour?”
“I had Dad’s help.”
“Your dad was here?”
He nodded. “Yep. He knew what I wanted to do today, so he helped me to get the show on the road.”
“Wow.”
Placing the lasagna on the table, he served her up a plate before doing himself one.
“You’re nervous, Drake. What’s going on? Do I need to be worried?”
He shook his head. “You don’t need to be worried about anything. I’ve just—there’s something really important that I want to ask you.”
“There is?”
“Yes.” He took a bite of the lasagna. “I had this whole big speech prepared, and then I burnt it because I figured you’d find it, and then I didn’t know what to do or say. I only know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. This is a second chance I will never, ever get. I’m not going to waste it. I love you, Kelly.” He grabbed the ring, and dropped it on the ground. Kneeling down, he found it, and stayed on one knee beside the table. “Will you marry me?”
“This was your big plan?” she asked.
“Yes. To tell you first that I love you, that I’ve been an asshole in pushing you away, and I regret it. I love you and only you. I saved myself for you. Please don’t cry.”
“You can’t do all of this stuff, and tell me not to cry! This is so … romantic, Drake. I never for a second thought you were doing this. I thought you were getting the bedroom ready for us to have sex.”
“That is ready. We can have sex.” This made her laugh. “But I know what I want, and that’s you. You’re all I want, Kelly. Death do us part. I’ll take care of you when you’re ill and look gross.”
“Why did you have to be so perfect?” she asked.
“It comes naturally. What do you say?”