Let me tell you, it was an amazing kiss, and it didn’t really stop so much as turn into more and more kisses, up and down each other’s faces and necks. Drake knew how just how to make me moan with his mouth, and without any regard to how thin the walls at this place were, I let loose and made sure he know how good he was making me feel.
We lay like that on the bed, Drake above me, each of us moving slightly till we got comfortable, our lips never leaving the other’s body except to kiss again. It was magical. I couldn’t believe I finally had the Drake Rollins in my bed.
It was everything I had fantasized about all this time, and this was even with all of our clothing still on!
As soon as that thought flashed in my mind, Drake started unbuttoning his collared shirt. I helped up, starting from the bottom, and not just because I wanted to get my hands closer to his thick, hard, cock, pressing into my leg from behind his pants. I licked my lips with anticipation in between kisses.
Drake Rollins had been legendary at Cal not only for his ability to catch touchdowns on Saturday, not only for his ability to get girls to sleep with him, but his skill in bed was reported by many the lucky customer to be beyond amazing.
And now he was on top of me. Me! Lily Pearson!
As his shirt came off I let out a moan as I checked him out. He’d been in amazing shape in college, as my friends pointed out as often as they possibly could. Whatever he’d been doing in California the offseason had been the right thing.
Drake’s muscles rippled all over his body as he took his shirt off. His tattoos stretched across the vast expanse of his muscles, and I wanted to trace each and every one of them with a stencil. I stared and stared, like I wanted to take a picture to save it for later. If my purse wasn’t on the other side of the room, I might have asked him to hold that pose so I could.
Drake unhooked his belt but left his pants on just before he joined me in bed. I felt the mattress shift under me as it balanced both of us. I lay on my back looking up at him. He loomed over me, not quite smiling, more appraising me. I felt a little self conscious in that moment, wondering what he saw in me, if it was just the dress.
“Let’s get you out of that dress, Lily.” I wanted nothing more. I started to sit up to pull the dress off of me without tearing it any further, but Drake had other ideas. “It’s already torn, no need to treat it so nicely.” He reached over to me, grabbed the tear at my side, and pulled, ripping the entire dress apart. I couldn’t help but squeal in shock.
The squeal quickly turned to a moan as what Drake had done settled in. He was so aggressive, so eager to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was me. It was such a turn on, I could feel how wet I was getting. Something popped into my head, and I giggled. “What?”
“You’ve ruined my dress, I might have to go shopping again.” I tried to sound mock mad at him.
Drake smiled. “I guess so. That sounds horrible.”
“It will be.” Drake moved the pieces of my dress to the sides. I slid the straps off my shoulders and off my arms. I lay back in the pieces of my dress, only my bra and thong covering me.
Drake’s eyes glazed over as he looked me up and down. “Wow…” The reverence on his face made me blush, and I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t.
I gathered my courage. “See anything you like?” It came out way more shy than sultry. The way Drake looked at me made my heart flutter in all the right ways. I longed for more of his touch, more of his kiss.
“I have never seen beauty like yours, Lily. I’m mad that it took me so long to kiss you again, but glad that I’m doing it now.” With that, he leaned over and kissed me long and heard. I closed my eyes and pushed into the kiss as much as I could, wanting it never to end.
“You say such wonderful things, Drake…”
“I can’t help it.” His touch caused goosebumps on my skin. His fingers brushed across my stomach, just touching the edges of my lacy bra, all the way down to the top of my panties. “You make me so hot.”
I closed my eyes and felt the tendrils of pleasure shoot through my body as Drake touched me. “Oooh, Drake, I think you can tell you do the same to me.” I arched my back, trying to lift myself off the bed and closer to him. I longed to feel his mouth on me, but he held back, teasing me.
The only thing I could do in response was reach up to him, feeling his tight muscles under my fingertips. Drake leaned closer, making it easier for me. I ran my hands up and down his body like a blind person trying to understand the shape of something with just their sense of touch.
After a minute, my hands wandered down to his waist and I traced the line of Drake’s hip bone down into his nice pants. Bothered that his belt and pants were getting in the way of me seeing more of him, I quickly unbuttoned them.
“Would you like me to take my pants off?”
“Yes, yes, of course. Take them off.”
Drake chuckled, but didn’t change what he was doing. “Say please first. He watched me, trying to see what I was going to do.
“Please?” It was a question rather than me doing what he wanted.
“Say it fully, Lily.” His voice had hardened, all the softness from before gone.