The Commitment(18)

"Need me to what?" He grinned at that and leaned forward, pulling me onto his lap in the water. "I'm always up for giving you a good fucking, Ms. Bennet, if that's what you need…"

Then he kissed me and ran his hands up and down my back. He pulled back and looked at me, tucking hair behind my ear. "I know you're always horny in the morning. How would you like to be fucked today? Tell me what that big heart of yours desires. I don't have much time, but I'm sure we could pull something off."

I shrugged my shoulder. "I don't care, Drake. Whatever you think. Whatever you want. I know I'll enjoy it."

He nodded. "I'm considering." Then, his expression became serious. "What I want," he said, his voice low. "What I want is for you to use me like an object. I'd like to watch you use Big some day, but using me to get off would do fine as well. To watch you do yourself using my body… I think that's what I want."

The thought made my body respond, butterflies in my stomach, my flesh swelling. It made my breath catch in my throat to imagine.

We stood and he used a pitcher to pour clean tap water over me to rinse off the bubbles. I stepped out of the tub and started to dry off. While I did, I watched his body and he was already getting hard, maybe at the thought I'd actually go through with this, his cock thickening, slowly starting to rise. It made me smile.

He poured water over himself to rinse off the bubbles and he looked so delicious, with water streaming down his naked and soapy body that I thought he must be doing it deliberately, to entice me.

He ran his hands through his wet hair, his lashes clumped from the water. Then he stepped out of the tub and I took a towel and started to dry him off, starting at his shoulders and working my way down. He stood there and watched me, his eyes on me, watching my face as I moved the towel over his body.

His cock twitched when I dried him off, and I couldn’t keep from smiling to myself, half-expecting him to comment on it with his dry wit, but he kept silent, his gaze never moving from my face.

I took his hand and led him through the door to the bedroom and the large four-poster bed, the sheets and coverlet rumpled.

"Here," he said, and he sat with his hands behind him on the bed, his thighs spread, his rapidly hardening cock laying lazily to the side. "Lick me." I knelt down and moved between his thighs. Then, I began licking him, my tongue and lips sliding up and down his shaft to the head and back down again.

He exhaled loudly, his cock jerking when my lips circled the head and I took him fully inside my mouth. I sucked and licked him until he was rigid, his breath coming faster. Then he stopped me, pulling me off him.

"That's enough." He moved back onto the bed to the head so that he was lying against the headboard with his arms spread out on either side of him. "Come here," he said. "Fuck me." He waited while I straddled his hips and considered him, tilting my head, wondering how I would do this.

He sat up a bit more, helping position me. I moved closer and rubbed myself against him, my labia sliding along his erection, up and down. It felt so good, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I knew enough to work myself up well so that when I sat on him, I'd be ready.

As I moved up and down, pressing myself against him, he tried to grab one of my breasts with his mouth. I stopped so that he could, letting him suck my nipples, one after the other, the sensations building my lust and arousal.

"Sit on me."

He held his cock so that it jutted out. I started to move again, and this time, I teased the entrance to my body with the head, rising up high enough so that it penetrated me a bit, before sliding along the shaft once more. Soon, I felt like I wanted him inside of me completely, and I sat on him with my full weight so that he slid inside of me. He was so nice and thick, and it felt so good when he was inside that I gasped.

"That's what I want to hear," he said, his eyes half-hooded as he watched my face.

My cheeks were hot, but I was only a bit self-conscious that he was watching me pleasure myself.

I moved slowly with him inside of me, resting my hands on his shoulders. I rode him this way for a few moments, every now and then withdrawing completely to rub myself against him before sitting on him again.

I closed my eyes as delicious sensations built inside my body. It didn't take long before I felt my orgasm start, the wave of pleasure in my core moving out, down my legs and up into my groin, my face hot, my heart pounding.

"Open your eyes," Drake said, drawing me back from focus on my impending orgasm. I complied as I rode him, my eyes meeting his as I went over the edge.

"Oh, God, oh, God…"

"That's it," he said. "Come for me."