Page 61 of Drake Eternal

I laughed and pulled her against me. “Everything in its time. Right now, I need you. Badly.”

I took her chin in my hand kissed her, my kiss starting off warm and full of affection, but soon, it turned to need. I slipped my tongue between her lips, and the sensation sent a stab of lust right to my dick.

"I missed you," I said, my voice husky.

"I missed you."

I was struck by how beautiful she was, her hazel eyes, her thick dark lashes. Her auburn hair.

Most of all, I saw her desire for me and that was all I needed.

I lifted her up, my hands under her arms, so that she stood in front of me. Then I ran a hand over her shoulder and down over her dress, cupping a breast. I bent down and kissed the top of it, the skin smooth.

I pulled down one of her shoulder straps, exposing her bare skin. I bent down, kissing her neck, my lips trailing down her shoulder, to her breast. I pulled away her bra, and ran my tongue over her nipple, feeling it pucker beneath my mouth.

"So beautiful," I murmured. "I can’t get enough of you."

Then I took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

“Once we’re back home and are at the beach house all by ourselves, well…”

She smiled and closed her eyes, letting me push her against the bathroom wall. “Is that a threat?”

"You can smile, because I’m going to spend hours just focused on making you come over and over again. That’s not a threat. It’s a promise. Now, remove your clothes. Then, turn around and face the wall. Spread.”

She did, slowly removing her dress and then her undies and bra. I undressed as well, and soon we were both naked. When she leaned against the wall, her arms spread, her legs spread, I slipped my arms around her and began to stroke her clit. I kept one hand between her thighs and the other around her waist, squeezing a breast.

She was wet and ready.

I entered her, sliding deep inside of her. She gasped as I filled her up completely. “You’re ready. More than ready.”

“I’m always ready for you.”

I grabbed her hip in one hand and thrust for a few moments, slowly, making sure to stroke her clit with the other.

"I'm going to..." she said, her voice breathless.

I felt her body tighten around my cock, and soon, she groaned with pleasure as her orgasm took over.

"Oh, God, oh God…"

I thrust quickly, deeply, and soon, I was at the edge as well, my own orgasm starting as hers was finishing. When my body finished spasming, I slipped out of her and turned her around, pressing against her.

"God, that was good," I said, then kissed her deeply.

“It was,” she said, and I felt her lips curve into a smile beneath mine. When I pulled away, I turned my head towards the bathtub.

“What do you say about a bubble bath before bed?”

“Sounds like a perfect end to a perfect night.”

The next day, we took a ground trip to the site where Liam’s plane crashed and where his ashes were buried. I hired local guides to take us there as we did before, the last time we visited with Michael, years earlier.

The journey wasn’t comfortable, but Ethan seemed well-enough rested and was dressed in appropriate gear — a floppy brimmed hat, khaki shorts and shirt, and hiking boots. His oxygen cannula was threaded around his ears, and the canister tucked beside him on the seat.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I’m fine. Don’t fuss.” He waved me away.

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