Page 26 of Loving Luna

“Oh, fuck!” I cried as my body convulsed and my pussy clenched around his cock. It wasn’t just me. Drake’s body went rigid, and his pupils dilated and glazed seconds before he filled my waiting pussy with ropes of his hot, sticky cum.

Suddenly I wanted to taste it, to taste him mingled with me, us together. With a wicked grin, I reached a finger between our bodies and gathered the juices at the entrance of my pussy-a mix of cum and my own arousal. With my eyes never leaving his, I lifted the finger to my lips, opened my mouth and darted my tongue out to lick the tip.

The lust in Drake’s gaze increased tenfold and he groaned. “Fuck, baby, that’s hot.”

“Oh yeah?” I teased, my eyes twinkling. “Is it? And what if I do… this?” Opening my mouth, I inserted my whole finger, letting my lips close around the base just above my knuckle before slowly sucking as I pulled it out, finally letting it leave my mouth with a “pop”. “Mmmm. You taste good, Sir.”

“We taste good together, baby.” He smiled before kissing me again, then rolled us over so I was no longer on top and kissed me one more time before rolling off me and collapsing on his side with a grin. “If I got to wake up to that every morning, I’d be the happiest man on the planet. Just sayin’.”

My heart felt like it skipped a beat at his choice of words. As sweet as they were, they also scared the fuck out of me. Every morning? Really? He’d have to get sick of it eventually. Sick of me eventually. And then where would I be?

No worse off than you are now, the little voice in my head reminded me.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to calm my pounding heart or the racing thoughts.

“What if I suck at this?” I blurted out when the thoughts started to consume me.

Drake got up on his elbow and looked down at me. “Suck at what?”

“This! Us! Everything. I’ve never actually been someone’s submissive for more than like a few hours. I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school and that shouldn’t even count. What if I’m not cut out for a relationship like this? I already fucked up by just taking what I wanted this morning instead of asking, or whatever.”

“Luna, relax. I was teasing you. I don’t mind if you initiate sex. Plus, we haven’t had much of a chance to even talk and establish what this is going to look like. You’re going to be fine.”

“How do you know?” I wanted to believe him. I really did, but how could I?

“Because I do.”

“What if I’m not as submissive as you think I am?”

Drake scoffed. “You’re acting like we haven’t been friends for a long fucking time. You’re acting like we haven’t spent hours and hours talking, playing, fucking. I know you, probably better than you know yourself some days.”

He was right. Maybe. Possibly. Shit. I really wasn’t sure if he was right, but having an all-out existential crisis the morning after we decided to become a couple wasn’t a good look. Swallowing down the anxiety, I forced a slow deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.

“Good girl.” Drake leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Now, let's get up and have some coffee and breakfast and then we can head to work.”

“I can do that.” I nodded.

“Do you want a shower?”

“No, I’ll shower at home tonight.” I didn’t have any of my things and doing my hair was a whole process I didn’t care to deal with.

Drake got up and took my hand, helping me to sit up. “At home, huh? I was kind of hoping you would come back here with me tonight.”

A lump formed in my throat. “Oh, okay.” I forced the words out. “Yeah. I can do that… I just… need… I’ll need to pack some things.”

How much did I need to pack? How long did he plan for me to just keep coming to his place to sleep? Were we like moving in together? Fuck, my heart started to race and I felt the sweat prickle the back of my neck.

Drake put his warm hands on either side of my face and came down to meet me eye to eye.

“Luna, I can see you panicking. Please calm down, baby. It’s just new and I want to spend time with you, but if it is too much, then you do not have to stay here tonight. I need you to talk to me though. Stop letting your mind get the best of you. The first rule of our dynamic is going to be that you need to communicate with me. I want to know your thoughts, fears, anxieties, hopes, dreams, and desires. I want to know all of it and if I find out you’re holding these things back from me, you will not like the consequences. Got it?”

“Got it.” I nodded. His touch calmed me, but his words did not. How could I tell him all of that?

“Good. I’m going to take a quick shower. The coffee should already be brewing because I have it on a timer. Go make yourself a cup and I’ll be out in a minute.”

Coffee. I could do coffee.

He kissed my forehead again and I closed my eyes letting that simple, sweet, gesture roll through me. He had kissed my forehead a million times and it never failed to make me all warmand gooey inside. It also reminded me why I decided to do this. Drake was an amazing man and any woman would be lucky to be with him. And I really did want to be the one. The question remained, was I worthy enough to be the one?

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