I finally understood. “Take your pants off, please.”
“That’s better.” Drake took his hands away from me. I felt a vacuum where he’d been touching me and I longed for it again. He leaned back, resting on his knees next to me before he stood up just to the side of the bed. Drake hooked his fingers into the waistband of his tailored pants and pushed them down till they fell to the floor. Underneath he wore a pair of dark silk boxer briefs.
I could feel my mouth start to water. Drake looked at me like he knew what I was thinking, and smiled. Then he did the same to his boxers, and for the first time I got a good look at Drake Rollins’ magnificent cock.
I’d seen some porn before, not much, but I’d never really seen a man’s cock of this size in person before, and Drake’s was breathtaking. It was long and much, much wider than I expected, and as I watched it, licking my lips, it stood up and got longer and harder, till it was standing at attention.
“You see what you do to me, Lily? You see what effect you have on me?”
“I can see it, Drake. Now give it to me. Please.”
It was as if I’d said the magic words. Drake came back to bed and pulled me into his arms. I still had my lingerie on, but I didn’t mind. All I could think about was getting my hands and mouth on Drake’s cock.
“Please, Drake, lay back. Let me play with you.” I was even shocked at my own boldness. I’d never been this way with a guy before, but then again, I’d never felt this way about someone before either.
Drake listened and lay back against the bed. He held his hands out and pointed to his naked body before clasping them behind his head. “By all means, Lily, explore all you like.” The smile on his face was wide and inviting. Of course it would be, he must be on top of the world right now.
It felt so good to be able to touch him like this after all that escalating tension between us. I’d lusted after him for so long, and the way he had kept himself from me since we were in school just turned me on even more. It was great to finally get to explore him. With my mouth.
I sat back on my knees, just looking at him, taking in Drake’s body in full before I started to play with him. There were no more barriers, and I was going to take my time and enjoy it.
Drake lay like that before me, staring back at me with an amused grin on his face. In the low light of the bedroom, lit by the streetlights outside the facility, he looked like an artist’s portrait of the perfect man in evening repose. If I wasn’t aching to touch him I would have sat and stared longer.
But curiosity and lust definitely got the better of me, and I couldn’t help but crawl over to him and get my hands on him. I heard Drake breathe in deeply when we connected, and my fingers feeling and playing with his muscles must have felt good, because he kept his eyes closed and lay back in apparent bliss.
I was right there with him, exploring Drake’s body for the first time. Of course, as an athlete, he was in incredible shape, the kind of body that made mouths water and jaws drop. My fingers ran up and down his body starting with his arms, and when I leaned over to kiss him, I heard little moans escape from his mouth.
“Lily, you’re such a tease…” he trailed off, without opening his eyes. I was avoiding playing with, or even looking at his cock for a little while, despite how hard and prominent it was. I just wanted to savor the rest of the moment before getting down to…the good stuff.
I hooked a leg over and I straddled him just below the waist, his hard cock just in front of my *, barely covered by my thong. From here I leaned over and kissed his chest up and down, marveling at the rippling muscles just waiting to be touched and used. I wondered how much effort it took to keep up a body like this, and instantly decided whatever that effort was it was worth it.
After a few minutes I couldn’t stand it any longer and I needed to play with Drake’s cock. I scooted myself back down toward his feet, bracing myself on my knees, and got in close. His cock was before me, hard and pulsing every few seconds. I could see the veins on it stand out.
Tentatively at first, I touched it with a finger and gasped when it jumped. “Finally…” Drake said, watching me.
Emboldened by the first touch, I touched him again, with a couple fingers this time. I worked up the courage to wrap my hand around it and barely could touch my thumb and middle fingers together he was so thick. Looking up at Drake’s face I started to stroke him up and down, slowly at first. The breath caught on his throat and he signed, long and low. Whatever he said next was muffled and incoherent.