Page 86 of A First Sight

A second later, he dropped me in the middle of the mattress. As I watched, he did that insanely hot guy thing, where he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. The pants were next, and then he was gloriously naked. I drank in the sight of all that thick, beautiful flesh as he joined me on the bed.

His eyes locked with mine, and he wrapped his fingers around my ankles, parting my legs so he could kneel between them. His gaze moved down my body like a caress, lingering on my breasts. My nipples tightened, and I squirmed, wanting more than his eyes on me. Unable to stop myself, I cupped my breasts, squeezed them, and teased my nipples. Drake groaned, the sound making me smile.

And bolder.

I slid my hand down my stomach, and his eyes followed its path. A shiver went through me as my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my panties. I had plenty of experience getting myself off, and sometimes I touched myself during sex to enhance the experience—not something I needed to do with Drake—but I’d never done it with someone watching before. If I thought too hard about it, I would’ve been embarrassed, but not with Drake.

“Maggie,” he breathed my name, and heat coiled in my belly.

My fingers skimmed the edges, then dipped between my folds. The lightest touch to my clit made my body jerk, and Drake sucked in a breath. Usually, I closed my eyes when I touched myself. However, I wanted to watch him while I made myself come.

I knew his face, every line. Knew every striation of color in his irises that made up that dark blue-gray color. I had learned how soft his hair was and what it felt like to tangle my fingers in it while he went down on me. And that body. I knew it too. Knew how it could make me feel.

I let all the knowledge and memories flood me as I made quick passes back and forth across my clit. Usually, I wanted to get off quickly. Right now, however, it wasn’t about fulfilling a physical need. I wanted to come fast because then Drake would make me come again. I wanted that more.

But he liked what I was doing, and that was as good as the pleasure building inside me.

My breath started coming in short little gasps, and I plucked at my nipple as I pressed my fingers harder on my clit. Drake’s lips parted, and I remembered what they felt like on my pussy, the slight burn from his scruff on the insides of my thighs. My eyes flicked down to his cock and found his hand was wrapped around it. Not stroking, just holding it.

The thought of him fighting for self-control was the last push, and I let out a little cry as I came, pleasure rolling over me in a wave. My eyes closed as I lost myself for a moment.

As I came down a few seconds later, his hand closed around my wrist and eased my hand from my panties. My eyes fluttered open just as he raised my hand to his mouth and, as I watched, he sucked each finger clean.

I almost came again from that alone.

When he was done, he let go of my hand and reached for the ties on my underwear. A tug on each untied them, and he quickly tossed the panties aside.

His hands returned to my hips, sliding over my thighs and then down my calves. My skin prickled as if every nerve in my body was on overdrive, processing every sensation exponentially. I wanted him inside me so badly I nearly trembled with need, but I stayed quiet, curious what he was doing.

He positioned my legs to where my ankles rested on his shoulders without taking his eyes off me.

“Tell me if this hurts,” he said as he leaned forward.

I felt a bit of pull on the backs of my thighs, but then he was pushing into me, and I forgot about my legs. I let out a low groan as his gigantic cock slowly filled me. He felt different like this. Even bigger and thicker. I grabbed the blanket, needing something to hold on to as my brain scrambled to process the sensations this position produced.

Each inch sent another wave of pleasure through me, and by the time he bottomed out, I was writhing, desperate for…for…I didn’t know what, but I needed it, and he was the only person who could give it to me. Whateveritwas. He held me there for what felt like an eternity, unmoving, sheathed inside me as if that was where he was meant to be. Then he moved.

Not a lot at first. Just a gentle rocking that made certain I was aware of all the places he touched. He withdrew almost entirely before driving forward to bury himself inside me with a single thrust. I cried out, my back arching as a jolt of electric pleasure shot through me. Encouraged by my response, he repeated the movement, quickly finding a rhythm that kept me chanting his name.

The first orgasm took me by surprise. One moment I was enjoying the climb, and the next, I was shooting over the edge with a shudder and a shout. Drake didn’t pause, working me into a second climax before the first entirely dissipated. I latched on to his wrist, digging my nails in as he pounded into me, each stroke harder and deeper than before.

Suddenly, he dropped my legs and grabbed my hips, raising my lower half until only my shoulders were on the bed. He pulled me to him as he pushed forward, driving the air from my lungs in desperate, needy gasps. I hovered on the edge of a fourth orgasm, my body shaking as his cock rubbed all the right places inside me, but it was his guttural calling out of my name as he finally came that gave me that final, blissful release.

And when he slumped down on me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting nothing more than to keep him on me and in me like this forever.

SIXTY-THREE

DRAKE

Wakingup with Maggie in my arms, I could almost pretend that today was like any other day. Except today Maggie would move out.

It was a good thing, although I would’ve been ecstatic to have her live with me.

But that wasn’t what she needed.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure that was what shewanted.

She needed to heal emotionally and mentally and to find her footing again without pressure from me.

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