CHAPTER 34
Delia
I woke up the next morning with Drake’s arm and leg squishing me. He had curled up around my body, holding me as tightly as he could. I could feel his breath on my skin, his stubble against my back. His lips were mindlessly pressing kisses on the nape of my neck, like he cherished me even in his sleep. His leg slipped over me, baring his knee as my hands traced the outline of his muscles.
But then they fumbled over the scars left behind from his accident.
I opened my eyes and began studying them. He’d told me about it the last weekend we spent together, but I hadn’t asked to see the scars. I’d never taken the time after our nights of passion to seek them out. But now that I had, tears were rising to my eyes.
The scars were long and thick, shining but faded, marking the fact that he’d lived with them for years. I smoothed my fingers along their edges, trying to imagine the horrific pain he must’ve been in. I could only imagine what the weight of a tractor would feel like crushing my leg.
I felt Drake nuzzle his nose between my shoulders. His hands ran up and down my curves as my fingers continued to trace his knee. He jerked underneath my movements, quickly removing his leg before he understood what was going on.
He placed a sleepy kiss to my shoulder, pulling my mind away from his knee and onto other parts of his anatomy.
I could feel his cock pressing into my ass, sliding between my cheeks as I rocked back into him. His hand migrated down to my stomach, cupping the small paunch I had sitting behind my belly button. I felt my body coming alive for him. I felt my nipples standing at attention. His lips nipped at my skin as his muscles pressed deeper into my back, his hips rolling as his cock slid between my legs.
Trembling, I realized I was giving into him with every jolt of electricity that surged through my body. I tilted my head back, capturing his warm lips in a sloppy kiss. My hand reached back for his hair, tangling my fingers in the tendrils he kept growing out. I loved the shaggy hair on him. I loved the leverage it gave me to pull his face closer to mine.
His hand drifted down my body, then slid up my thigh. My panties created the only barrier between us, and I knew he wanted to rid me of them. I could feel it in the way he kissed me. The way he buzzed for me. I could feel it in the way he pulled my ass closer to his body as his dick pulsed between my thighs. I slid my leg over his, opening my body to him as I sighed into his lips.
Then, I felt him pull my panties off to the side.
“You’re so warm for me,” Drake said.
I shivered as his words caressed the shell of my ear.
He slid into me, every inch slowly penetrating my body. I moaned and groaned, my body arching into him as I clung tighter to his hair. His teeth sank into my shoulder, freezing me in my spot as he sank to his hilt. I felt his fingertips playing with my folds, teasing my clit as his cock melded with the fluttering walls of my dripping slit.
“Drake,” I said, breathlessly. “Good morning.”
“It is a good mornin,’” he said.
He slid back from me, my body aching for him as he emptied me. He slipped back in, torturously slow as I shook against his hewn muscles. He left me breathless. With every stroke of his fingertips against my clit I struggled to catch my breath. Our movements were melded into one, a natural rhythm set between the two of us as his free hand cradled my stomach.
I rolled my hips back into him, feeling his curls scrape against my ass. His arms cloaked my body, wrapping around me and pulling me into his strength. Never in my life had I felt this way. Never had I felt cherished and beautiful in the arms of a man. His cock grew thick against my walls and his teeth marked every inch of skin he could find. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body opened for him, begging him silently for more. I could feel our electric pulses syncing. I could feel his heartbeat racing against my back. I could feel his quickening breaths as we sped up our pace, writhing and bucking with the morning sun streaming through his bedroom windows.
“Fuck, Delia. Holy shit. What a way to—wake—up.”
I could feel my body rising as he pressed deeper into my clit. His hand slid from my stomach to my aching nipples, tugging at their peaks as I moaned. My juices were dripping between my legs and I could feel his thick streams of precum pouring into my body. He was about to explode, simply waiting for me to milk him dry and leave him wanting more as my pussy clamped around him.
And that was exactly what happened.
“Drake. Yes. Oh, don’t stop. Never stop. Please”
My body caved to him, giving him what he wanted as my breath left my lungs. He clung to me, his fingertips curving into my skin as I panted his name. He whispered his passion for me like a secretive prayer, coating my skin with promises of more and forever as he shook against me. I could feel his cock pulsing as his threads of cum danced within my body.
He buried his face into the crook of my neck, cloaking my body as he slid from between my legs. I rolled underneath him, his face finally coming into view as I smiled up at him. I raised my hand to cup his cheek and felt his day-old stubble against the palm of my hand.
There was something different in his eyes this time. Something weak and pleading.
“Mornin’ Delia,” Drake said.
“Good morning,” I replied.
He dipped his lips down to mine, capturing them in a tender kiss as his body sank between my liquid legs.
“Got any plans for your Sunday?” he asked.
“Not that I can think of. You gonna keep me captive?” I asked.
“Only if you want it.”
“Say I did. What would you have us doing today?”
“Figured I could take ya on a horseback ride. Saddle one of my horses up. We could go walkin’ through the woods.”
“Wouldn’t that hurt the baby? All that jostling around and stuff?” I asked.
I saw a look of confusion come over his face before he reached for his phone. He fell to his back as I rolled into him, sliding my leg over his hips. I perched my chin on his chest as he opened up his phone, trying to figure out if horseback riding was something I needed to refrain from. I watched his eyes dart around the screen before that telltale grin crossed his cheeks. Then he turned his phone toward me so I could see exactly what he was reading.
“Long as we aren’t jumpin’ around or doing tricks, looks like you should be good,” Drake said.
“Well, no preparing me for horse shows then. Bummer.”
“Come on. Let’s get you some breakfast, then we can get going. You ever been on a horse?”
“What kind of asinine question is that?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You city girls don’t get out much.”
“Did you just call me a city girl? After I mucked stalls, handed you tools, and ran after a calf that was headed for the woods?”
“Okay, maybe not a complete city girl. But you got some city girl in you.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” I said, as I rolled over onto my back.
Drake came along with me, his lips tickling my neck as I giggled. He kissed me over and over, peppering my lips and my nose and my cheek with his warmth. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.
He captured my lips one last time, our tongues intertwining as I moaned into his skin.
“Nope,” Drake said hotly. “Nothin’ wrong with that at all.”