Page 57 of Wrapped in Winter
“Step out, baby.” I do, then he places one hand on my waist and the other hand flat on my back and pushes. I bend, catching myself with my arms on the bed as he spreads my cheeks and dives into my pussy.
“Ah!” I call out immediately spreading my legs wider for him.
“You’re soaking wet, love. Do I make you that wet?” He inserts a finger and I pulse around it.
“Yes,” I croak out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, you make me wet.” I whimper as he bites my ass cheek then licks up my center.
He stands behind me giving me a quick spank. “Get on the bed.”
I crawl on it and turn over. He’s already shed his pajama pants and he stands in front of me proudly with his dick on display. I reach for him and stroke him. He watches me with hooded eyes as I beckon him closer, urging him to sit and lay back against the headboard. I take my place between his legs, massaging his thighs and running my hands lightly over his dick. It jumps at my touch and when I take him into my mouth, he moans out an approval.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
I hum around him in my mouth, gently rolling his balls. He lets me develop my own pace but his moans and exhales let me know he likes it. “Talk to me,” I say as the room becomes charged with our passion.
His grumble ignites my body. ”Play with the tip and tug on my balls.” I do as he says, flicking his tip before lightly scraping my teeth over him and pulling on his balls. His hips punch up and he reaches for my breasts. “So good, baby, you're so good.”
I take him deep before pulling out again, saliva keeping us connected. He watches my every move and it doesn’t make me feel self conscious because he lets me know he likes what I’m doing. “Come here.” He pulls at my arms and I straddle him. He kisses me, taking all the air from me. “I need to be inside you. There will be time to suck my dick another night but right now I need your pussy wrapped around me, baby. I need it hard, okay?”
I’m so incredibly turned on all I can do is nod my head. He reaches for a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper and sliding it on. And in our next breath, he’s impaled me. We brace for one moment, foreheads touching before he grabs my ass and begins to work me over his cock.
“I told you, January. I could do this every night. Iwantto do this every night. I’m not afraid of telling the world that, either. I want them to know you’re my girl. Your brother knows it now. So all that’s left is for you to get on board.”
I fall forward onto his chest and he wraps his arms around me, holding me flush to his body and pistons into me. It’s quick, it’s rough, it's everything we need in this moment. And he’s right, I need to get on board. I came here tonight needing to know more about the conversation between him and my brother. Needing to know more about where Drake’s mind is at and what he wants. But I already know. He’s been nothing but clear since day one.
He grabs hold of my ass, running his finger between my cheeks before he stops at my backhole pulsing around it.
“Drake,” I moan out and he chuckles as he slows the rhythm down.
“I want to take you here.” he presses his finger into me once more. “Have you ever done it?”
“No,” I say quickly swirling my hips seeking for the contact that's going to send me to heaven.
“I’m going to make it so good for you,” he pulses again, just barely breaking the barrier. “You already like it, your pussy is choking me every time I touch you here.”
I push up from him and plant my hands on his chest, rolling my hips. “You’re the biggest fucking tease Drake Ford. You wanted quick and hard yet here you are whispering filth.”
His lips roll in before breaking into a smile and his eyes light with fire. “There she is. It's about time you took charge like that night in the bathroom.” I’m still riding him but roll my eyes and that earns me a smack to the ass. “Tell me what’s going to have you screaming my name.”
I bounce harder on his lap, lifting my hands crossed above my head. My body is craving him, I'm offering everything I have, I just need his touch, I need his hands on me. Without saying a word, I reach for his hands and place them on my breasts before crossing my arms over my head again.
“Don’t get shy now, love.” He squeezes then flicks my nipples. “Tell me.”
I close my eyes. “Yes! Do that.” I moan out in a low tone. “I’m just,” I pant, “I’m so, it feels so–”
“You’re fucking needy for me. Your body wants what I have, January. Take it from me.”
And I do. I take his hand and place it on my clit. “Touch me. I’m close. Oh, god, Drake, I'm so close.” His face becomes determined and I keep my eyes on him as he lets me move how I need to get what I want. And when he captures my clit between his thumb and forefinger those same moans and cries that leave my lips every time we’re together make themselves known. I break and he follows. I shamelessly work my hips over him, edging out every last bit I can get before falling forward on his chest.
“You’re beautiful, January. The way you trust me to open yourself like that, it’s fucking beautiful.”
Trust.
I’m ready.