Page 98 of A First Sight

“All done,” Maggie said, as she came to me.

I returned the rifle to the gun safe, closed it, but decided not to lock it. I didn’t want to fumble with a key, if I had to retrieve it quickly.

I turned and smiled at Maggie. “Let’s make lunch.”

SEVENTY-ONE

MAGGIE

Drake’s cabin was gorgeous.

There wasn’t any other word for it. The exterior, the interior, the décor. It was elegant and functional at the same time. But the more I learned about Drake, the less I should be surprised. He was an amazing, talented man.

My stomach fluttered with thoughts of him naked in this cabin, how his chest was like a wall of bricks, his abs chiseled…and that sexy v-muscle. A shiver went through me in anticipation, and I remembered the idea I had in the car.

After a lazy day settling in and two delicious meals, we spent a couple of hours reading in front of the fire and then headed to bed.

I let Drake use the bathroom before me. Then I could take my time, prepare for my surprise.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, I wore seductive matching plum-colored panties and bra…and the hiking boots I’d packed.

Drake’s eyes darkened as they swept over me, then paused when he got to my boots. The laugh that rumbled out of him did as much for my arousal as the desire on his face.

He was still chuckling as he closed the short distance between us, and then his mouth slammed down on mine. Something electric went through me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him.

The spark jumped from me to him, and his kiss became greedy, his hands moving over me as if he suddenly needed to touch as much of me as possible. His need fed mine, and I slid my hands under the back of his sweatpants to grip his ass. His muscles twitched, and he made a sound in the back of his throat as his touch became desperate. My bra and panties vanished, and he dropped to his knees.

“Drake?”

He pulled my leg over his shoulder without responding, opening me wider for him.

Ohh.

When he leaned forward, a shiver of anticipation began, only to turn into a wave of pure bliss when he licked me, delving his tongue between my folds the same way he did my mouth.

I let out a little cry and buried my fingers in his hair. He went straight for my clit, relentlessly moving his tongue back and forth in rapid little flicks, pushing me toward climax. Focused on the pleasure of his mouth, I was startled when he pushed a finger inside me, the sudden intrusion making me call out his name. He didn’t pause, almost ruthless in his pursuit of making me come. Then, his lips surrounded that little bundle of nerves, sucking on it as he thrust his finger into me, and all thoughts fled. Everything was a white-hot pleasure, and the man bringing it to me.

“Please, please…” I let out an inarticulate cry as the wave crested.

I was still riding high when I felt him stand, felt his hands on my hips. He lifted me, and my legs went around his waist. His erection pressed against me through his sweatpants, making us both moan. I shifted, trying to push at the obstruction, to get him bare and inside me.

“Condom,” he growled.

“No need. I’m on the pill.” The words came out before I thought about them, but I knew what Ineeded.

“You tell me that now?” He chuckled. His eyes met mine.

Our eyes were still locked together when he put my back against the door. The fabric between us disappeared, and then he was inside me, thick and throbbing. And damn, he was so big.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel so good, Maggie.”

“Youfeel good.” I rocked against him, whimpering at the sensation that slight movement created. “But all I really need is for you to fuck me.”

A surge forward was my answer. I caught my breath, my nails digging into Drake’s shoulders, and he did it again and again. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs in little bursts and sent ripples of pleasure across my nerves.

Caught between the door and Drake’s hard body, all I could do was hang on. I pressed my face against his neck, tasted the salt from his skin on my lips. When I nipped at his throat, his entire body shuddered. He drove deep and held himself there, grinding our hips together to give my clit both pressure and friction. As pleasure rode the border of pain, I sank my teeth in, sucking at his skin until he cried out.

Something in him snapped, and he spun us around, dropping us both to the bed. I barely had time to register surprise before his huge cock pounded into me, the angle causing him to pass over my g-spot with every stroke. Somewhere between the third and fourth, I came, but he didn’t stop. One orgasm rolled into the next until I couldn’t see straight. Then, just when it was about to become too much, his body stiffened, and he called out my name. The pulse of him inside, the feel of him coming with nothing between us.

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