Shifting slightly, she froze when warm breath wafted over the back of her neck. She frowned as she tried to remember who was in bed with her and why.
When memories from the day before began to flood in, she smiled. Drake Snow buying her breakfast and making her fall for him as they talked about everything and anything. The rest of the day and then the man lying behind her slipping a keycard into her hand.
Drake Snow was in bed with her. Or rather, she was in bed with him since this was his room. Then one last memory flitted through her brain. Did he really undress her and put her in one of his t-shirts and then do nothing else?
Easing back the covers, she saw through the dim light available that she was indeed in a shirt not her own. Looking around the part of the room she could see without moving, she found her clothes neatly folded in a pile on the dresser. A checkof the time proved it was indeed just now five in the morning. Her internal clock was once again infallible.
Should she get up, dress and sneak out? Or should she wake Drake and thank him for the best night’s sleep she’d had in years?
“Shh, you’re thinking too loud,” Drake murmured as he rolled onto his side and wrapped his free arm around her middle.
Only then did she realize she was sleeping with her head resting on one of his arms.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered the apology automatically. “I’ll get up and leave so you can go back to sleep.”
Instead of releasing her to leave, Drake wrapped the arm under her head up around her upper chest and pulled her entire body across the bed so they were spooned together.
“You’re not going anywhere yet,” he whispered.
His breath tickled her ear a second before he took the lobe between his lips and nibbled softly.
“I’m not?”
“Not yet. You were asleep when I got back last night, so I didn’t get a chance to explore this beautiful body. I’d like to do that now.”
Drake shifted back across the bed. He pulled on her shoulder until she rolled onto her back, looking up as he rose up over her. Leaning close, he brushed his lips over her once and then again before settling in and getting serious about kissing her.
When he traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue, she parted them, welcoming him to take the kiss deeper.
So he did.
After he had thoroughly explored her mouth, he lured her to do the same to his lips, teeth, and tongue.
By the time they were both breathless, the kissing moved on. Fingertips and hands stroked over body parts, pushing clothesout of their way until they were pressed together skin to skin. Even then, Lacy had a hard time holding still. Feeling the rough hairs of Drake’s chest and legs brushing against her had her fighting to keep from begging for even more.
“You feel so good.” He spoke softly, his voice rough in her ear before taking the lobe between his lips and nibbling.
“You do, too,” she whispered back. “I need more, Daddy.”
“More what?”
“More of you. More of this. Just more.”
When Drake stroked a hand down her back and cupped one ass cheek, she shivered and tried to wiggle even closer. “Please, Daddy?”
Sliding his hand down her ass to her thigh, he pulled her leg up so it rested over his hip, giving him easy access to her most secret places. She gasped when fingertips traced their way from the top of her ass down the cleft, over her back hole and to her now wide open and weeping pussy. He paused there briefly, pressing a finger in just enough to have her moaning. The moan turned to a needy whine when he pulled the finger out again.
“Please, Daddy. More,” Lacy whined when he traced between her lower lips and began to trace circles around her clit.
“Shh, Lacy-girl. You’ll get more. All you can handle,” he said softly. “Do you have a safeword?”
“Melon.”
“Melon?”
“I hate them,” she whispered.
“Then melon it is. Use it if you need me to stop for any reason.”
