“Tell me.”
“I always hoped that I’d fall in love and when someone said they loved me, I’d be reminded of all the good times rather than the bad. Plus, if they ever told someone how they felt about me, I’d hear, ‘I love Lucy.’”
Drake nodded. “And Washburn?”
“Those were for my bad memories,” I said with a shrug. “I just wanted to wash away all the bad things in my past and burn them so I didn’t ever need to think of them again.”
“Thank you for sharing that with me.” Drake rolled to his back and I nestled against his side. “I love you, Lucy.”
I moved my hand from his chest until I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs, then I slid it lower until my palm rested on his hardened shaft. I needed him, so I slipped off my panties and straddled his hips, noting idly that the V in his muscles was like an arrow directing me to where I wanted to be.
Before he reached for a condom, I said, “I’m on the pill.”
Our gazes locked, and we let our eyes do all the talking. I lowered his shorts until he was naked and bobbing between my legs. Then I sat up straighter, and with my hands on his ribs and his on my hips, I rocked back and forth, spreading my wetness over him.
No foreplay, no words, just us.
Leaning forward, I positioned him so I was able to slide onto his hardness. He groaned, and his fingers tightened on my skin. Rolling my hips, I shifted until he was in me as deeply as I could get him, never breaking eye contact. We were skin on skin, which we’d never done together before, but I was protected and I trusted him. The feeling was borderline surreal.
Our bodies knew what the other needed. When I moved my hips and leaned back, he brought his thumb to my clitoris and applied just enough pressure that had me moaning. Meanwhile, I reached back and ran my fingertips along the underside of his balls. Drake immediately sat up, bringing us chest to chest. My legs wrapped around his torso as we continued to make love to each other.
With his hand fisted in my hair, he pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues mimicked our bodies as they pushed and swirled around each other. Between his taste, his hard chest pressing against my breasts, and the feeling of complete fullness, my orgasm that had been building unleashed with full force. Bright spots danced under my eyelids as I pulsed and tightened around him.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. Give me another one, Lucy.” His lips closed on my right breast, and his teeth gently grazed my nipple while his fingers pinched my left one.
“I want you to come with me. I need you to,” I said, panting as I moved faster while he held me close.
My fingers threaded through his hair and when I gave a gentle tug, his pace increased. I tightened around him, and he gritted out, “Now, Lucy.”
His deep voice sent me spiraling as I came on him and him in me. With our bodies still connected, twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, I placed my head on his shoulder, and we held each other tighter than we ever had.
“I love you, Drake.”
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The sound of my phone ringing woke me. I looked at the screen, but it was from an unknown caller. I was hoping last night was a nightmare, but it was real.
The sun was just rising, so I gingerly slipped out of bed so I wouldn’t wake Drake, but that didn’t work. He sat up and stretched, his flexed muscles making my mouth water.
“I’m just going to get the paper,” I told him. “I’ll bring it back and we can read it in bed. I might even give you the crossword.” I slid on his dress shirt from the night before.
When I opened the front door, I was blinded by what felt like a thousand flashbulbs going off. Surprised and disoriented, I brought my hand up, trying to shield my eyes. Camera shutters clicked in rapid succession, the sound quickly drowned out by loud voices as I was rushed by people thrusting microphones and recording devices in my face, shouting questions at me.