Page 474 of Now and Forever

After a week, I expect my day to go on like the usual, but something jolts me out of bed. I suppose it’s my growling tummy or just my senses are piqued . . .

In my soft cotton night dress, I groggily make my way downstairs, yawning. I pause when I see Drake in the kitchen cooking. When he feels my presence, he smiles and greets me. “Good morning, Baby Momma. Hungry?”

Very much, yes, I’m so hungry for you. He looks so delicious whistling and cooking in my kitchen, I want him for breakfast. Instead, my sanity snaps me back from dreamland and pushes me forward to get some juice.

“Just go sit. I’ve got you covered. Today’s your day to be lazy. I’m at your service.” He points at my breakfast nook and quickly places a glass of orange juice on the table.

“Thank you.” When I take a refreshing sip, I notice that it’s fresh squeezed juice. “This is delicious. Where did you buy this?” I want to get more.

“I bought the oranges at Whole Foods, but squeezed them myself. You have more in the fridge, Babe.”

I blink a few times. The thought of Drake squeezing oranges makes me hornier than I was originally. What is wrong with me today? I’m just a huge hornball. “Thanks. That’s very thoughtful of you,” I thank him, though I’m a little uncomfortable about where my thoughts are leading.

Drake places pancakes, a Mexican omelet, fresh honeydew slices and strawberries before me. He then slides in the opposite side of the table, folding his arms and looks at me. “You know I’d do anything for you, right? Now go eat and feed my baby, woman.”

I smile and chuck a strawberry at him—which he catches and sexily bites into. The pink juices of the fruit sit deliciously on his lips. Honey drops, I think as my eyes glue on to them, hungrily. When his tongue juts out and licks the residue, I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning at the very sight of his pink tongue snaking out. I imagine all sorts of naughty things accompanying that tongue of his.

Drake groans and gets up from his seat. “Come here,” he throatily whispers. When I get close to him, he kisses me passionately and I have a hard time breathing in between his kisses.

It doesn’t take long for me to hook my arms around his neck, and when he lifts me up and places me on top of the table, his hands hastily push the dishes aside. Biting his bottom lip, my hands seek out the edge of his shirt and pull it out of his pants. The sight of his hard-toned body sends me into a delicious, sexual hysteric.

“I want you,” I whisper against his left nipple before my tongue licks it and my teeth bite into it. Drake hisses as his hands reach out for my thin night wear and swiftly pulls it off my body. My stomach is still fairly flat, but you can faintly see a slight bump if you stare hard enough.

Drake steps back a little bit as his eyes voraciously caress my body from my toes up. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Our eyes connect; his are full of desire and mine are desperate. He takes a step forward and seizes my lips again, but this time, I have no intention of stopping. My hands immediately go to his jeans and unlatch them. I pull down his underwear with his pants in an instant as I greedily capture his hot length.

“Shit, slow down,” Drake hisses.

No way, Jose, not in this lifetime, I think lasciviously.

When my grip goes tighter around him, Drake shifts the power and takes charge. He has me out of my panties in a heartbeat. I barely have time to blink before his fingers delve inside my wet folds. Being pregnant makes everything so sensitized and arousing. Each stroke takes me a step closer to Nirvana. I can’t hold back what my body wants and I want everything from him. I plant my hands behind me as I lean backward. His other hand spreads my legs wider while I watch Drake’s tongue descend on me while his silver eyes have me suspended.

Everything becomes hazy after that as Drake makes love to me all day long.

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