Page 56 of Pretend I’m Yours
“Thanks for saying that,” Drake replied as he held up his hand. “I appreciate it.”
I rose. I knew he would be gone shortly, but I was afraid I would lose control over myself and break down. “Can I have one more hug before you go?”
“Sure,” he held out his arms and I walked into them. I held him tight for a moment, but his hand swept up my side, sliding under my chin and lifting my face toward his. I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming.
Without hesitation, I rose to meet his lips, just as I’d done when we had had sex the first time. I wanted him, I had to have him one more time. If this was the last I was ever going to see him, I wanted to make it count. I wanted to make the most of the moment, just as I had for the time we lived together.
I parted my lips slightly, slipping my tongue into his mouth and teasing him. I could feel how hard he was getting in his jeans, and I was growing even more aroused by the second. I wanted to burst into tears, but I was too overcome with passion for him.
Crying could wait. Right now, I was going to make love to the man who had my heart but didn’t know that he did.
I tore at his shirt, lifting it up and over his head before letting it fall to the floor. He did the same to mine, revealing the lace bra I’d worn that day. His mouth was on my tits in a moment, licking the tops of them before undoing my bra from behind.
Our hands were all over each other as we made our way into what had been his room. We were nearly to the bed as I fought with his pants, pushing them down before he did the same to me. We both stepped out of our underwear, also letting them fall free.
Our eyes searched each other hungrily. I loved the way he lingered over my body, the need clear in his eyes. He was on me in another second, kissing me, exploring me. His hard dick was pressing against my thigh, and I reached down, taking it in my hand and stroking him with purpose.
He moaned, closing his eyes and letting me work my magic before turning me around. I put my hands on the bed as he spread my legs, pressing the head of his cock against the slit of my wet pussy. I leaned forward, moaning as he pushed himself into me.
Drake was able to get deeper than ever in this position, and I loved every second of it. I wanted him as far inside me as possible. I never wanted him to leave. The way we made love was magical, and I knew he had to feel it as strongly as I myself did.
He held my hips as he thrust fast and hard. I moaned, putting my hands over his and arching my back, standing so his hands could move up to my tits. I looked back over my shoulder, kissing him as he continued to pound my pussy from behind.
The sound of his body slapping into mine filled the room, along with the mixed scent of ourselves. We were both sweating and out of breath, but neither of us cared. With each thrust he was taking me closer to orgasm, and I could feel with the force he was pounding into me that he was getting close, too. We were going to come at the same time, and it was going to be glorious.
“Are you going to come for me? Drake asked.
“As long as you come, too,” I breathed. “Come inside me. Come with me.”
“I’m so close,” he said. “So close.”
Our breathing hastened as he pumped into me a few more times, and it was just what I needed. I felt his cock pump into me as he emptied himself inside my body, almost at the exact moment when my own climax washed throughout my entire being.
I was shaking in the legs and hardly able to stand as the waves of pleasure reached the tips of my toes. Drake was holding me, supporting me as he laid his head on my shoulder, his cock still inside me. I never wanted the moment to end, and I felt a moment of emptiness when he pulled himself out.
“This whole experience has been beyond my wildest dreams,” he said.
“Mine too,” I said. “I don’t want it to ever end.”
“Me neither,” Drake said. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t sure if he meant it, or if he was just agreeing with me, but either way, I was going to find out. I had wanted to tell him for weeks now how I felt, but I was so sure he didn’t feel the same. Now, this was my chance. I wasn’t going to let him walk out that door without hearing me out.
