He climbed further onto the bed between my knees and I glanced down to watch him stroking himself so fast, I knew he, too, was going to come. He leaned over me, stroking himself, and aimed his cock at my pussy.
"Take your fingers out. Spread yourself for me."
I complied, spreading my lips. Then, his orgasm started and he tensed, grimacing, his face red as his fist pumped his cock. Finally, his expression softened, his face slackening as he ejaculated, the semen spurting out onto my labia and belly. I spread it over myself, rubbing it into me, using it as lubricant, my fingers slipping over my too-sensitive clit, but it felt good.
He collapsed over me, lying directly on top of me, his face beside mine, panting.
"Fuck, that was good…" I finally grinned like an idiot, biting my lip to stop from giggling. He groaned into my neck. "You know how many times I jacked off thinking of you doing that? Before we got together, I was so desperate to fuck you. Just fuck you plain old vanilla."
"You didn't imagine us in scene? Me all tied up and blindfolded?"
He shook his head and kissed my chin, my cheek and then my forehead as he rested on his arms, his face above mine. He nestled his body between my thighs, which I wrapped around his hips.
"I wanted you any way I could get you. Vanilla, D/s, kink. Anything. I was like a teenager wanking while dreaming of his favorite girl. I knew you'd been alone for a year after Flyboy and I used to imagine you masturbating. Then, when I knew you wanted to experience D/s, I figured I'd better give you what you wanted. But damn, it was hard not to fuck you plain old vanilla."
"Drake Morgan, what kind of Dom are you?" I said playfully. "I heard all these rumors about Dr. Dangerous. Master D. Were they all just clever marketing?"
He laughed out loud at that, his blue eyes twinkling. "Very clever." He kissed me, long and tender, his fingers threading through my hair. My heart fluttered at the intensity of his kiss. Finally, he pulled away and began kissing my face, my chin, my throat.
"I couldn't stand the thought that someone else would introduce you to D/s. That someone else would be the one to bring out your submissive side and enjoy you. It had to be me, once I knew you were interested. So I hatched my Machiavellian plan to overwhelm you with pleasure."
"You have." I ran my fingers through his hair, which was falling into his eyes. "I'm glad it was you."
He kissed me again, his kiss more intense now, as if his emotions were heightened. I pulled him more tightly against me, my own emotions filling me with happiness that we did crash into each other that night at the bar and that I did call Lara and ask for that interview.
"Dawn tried to warn me off you but she couldn't have known that it would draw me to you instead," I said, confessing. "When I saw you at the bar and she said you were another bad boy like Kurt, controlling, trouble, I wanted you. I wanted someone like you. When you turned out to be the Dom who would teach me, you were what I was looking for. I was already gone. I had no chance."
"Both of us were goners," he said and smiled softly. "I'm not letting go of you, Ms. Bennet. I hope you realize that."
I slipped my arms tightly around his neck and kissed him deeply, my love for him making me feel as if my chest would explode. There was nothing I couldn't do with Drake. I could tell him the truth, be who I was, who I wanted to be.
He wanted me.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day, I woke up early once more and stood at the side of the bed and sketched Drake while he slept. This morning, he was lying on his back, a pillow over his face, but as usual, he was naked, the sheets in disarray around him. I studied the muscles on his abdomen, noting the way his hair grew in a thin line from his navel to his pubes, the delicious curve of one buttock and the inviting angle of his hip. It aroused me, sketching him like that, and I hoped he wasn't busy so that we could have sex.
Finally, I climbed into bed and snuggled down beneath the blankets. He hopped out of bed once more, leaving me alone on the bed. He went right to the bathroom and I heard him pee, then he started the shower.
Before he got in, he peeked his head around the door and caught my eye.
"Join me?"
I smiled and got up, only too happy to do so.
We showered together and I was careful not to try to push him, despite my eagerness to have sex. He watched me while I washed myself, and then took hold of my hips when I bent down to wash my feet.
"Ms. Bennet you look entirely edible this morning. You're giving me ideas…" He pulled me up and against him, his hands sliding up my body, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
"You're hungry."
"I'm always hungry for you," he murmured against my neck. Then, he turned me around and kissed me deeply, his arms slipping around my waist, pulling me up so that my feet lifted off the floor. One hand slipped between my thighs. "Mmm," he said as he kissed my neck, his lips pressing on my skin. "I'm getting so many ideas..."