Then, in one smooth move, trousers and boxer shorts were sliding down firm, muscled legs on their way to his feet. He stepped out of them then he straightened, moving so quickly she had no time to advert her eyes. But then, why should she? As nervous as she was, she was still enjoying the view.
Her eyes fell on the strength of his manhood as it stood rigid in its bed of soft blond hair. His arousal was obvious in the throbbing of his member and the almost angry hue of its tip. Meg swallowed hard.
She didn’t have to do anything else because Drake moved immediately to the bed and reached out to pull her into his embrace. He kissed her long and deep, her br**sts crushed against his chest, his heart pounding like he’d just done a hundred-meter sprint.
When he released her it was to press her back into the pillows, then he was kissing her neck, her br**sts, sliding his lips down, down till he was licking her navel, teasing her with light flicks of his tongue till she moaned.
What was he doing to her? Did he know he was driving her crazy? His tongue was turning her insides to liquid and, holy Mary, she was growing oh, so wet.
Meg sucked in her breath and reached for him. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Drake,” she begged. “Now.” The word was almost a sob. “I want you so much.”
Immediately, he slid away from her off the bed. He reached down to where he had dropped his trousers and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He dug around for about seven seconds and then a look of consternation crossed his face. Then, to Meg’s dismay, his face fell in obvious disappointment.
She raised up off the pillow. “What? No condom?”
He put his hand to his forehead and groaned. “No condoms.” With a look of disgust he dropped the wallet on top of his trousers.
“But…how come?”
Drake drew in his breath and let it out again. Then, still looking like he could kick himself, he walked back to the bed and with a heavy sigh he lay down beside her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair.
“I don’t know if I should admit this but I haven’t done this in a while.” He gave her crooked smile. “I bought a brand new pack a week ago and put it in my medicine chest at home. This morning I went into the bathroom specifically to put it into my wallet when the phone rang and I went to get it. I completely forgot to go back and get the darned thing.” He gave an exaggerated sigh. “Now I remember.”
She groaned and turned her face into his shoulder.
“I know, honey,” he said softly as he stroked her arm. "I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it right now. There's no way the hotel gift and sundries shop would be open at almost one o’clock in the morning and, stuck out here in the boonies, it’s not like we’ll find any store near here that's open at this hour.”
Meg groaned again and this time she gave him a little bite on the shoulder.
He jumped. “Hey, what was that for?”
“That’s for leading me on and then torturing me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said sadly. “I guess I deserve that.”
For a moment they lay there in each other’s arms then Meg spoke. “You know,” she said softly, “We could still do it.”
The hand that was stroking her shoulder came to a standstill. Drake looked down at her. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Well,” she said, then paused. How to put this? “It’s a bit embarrassing but I’ll tell you anyway. I…started taking the pill about a month ago.” She could feel her face turning red. Please don't let him ask me why.
He tilted his head to one side. “Really?”
“Yes,” she said quietly then, seeing that she was the one who had brought up the topic, she decided to be brave. “Yes, I did, so we have nothing to worry about where pregnancy is concerned. And as for that other thing,” she bit her lip then pressed on, “I haven’t been with anyone since I lost my husband and I’ve done several physicals since then.” Her speech over, she peeked up at him. “What about you?”
A look of relief passed over his face. “Coincidentally, I did a physical just last month when I was upgrading my insurance plan. I got a clean bill of health.” Then he gave her a thoughtful look. “But I don’t have anything to prove that, Meg, not here. This is going to come down to trust. Do you trust me enough to let me make love to you…without protection?”
Meg looked up at him and in her heart she had no doubt what her answer would be. “I trust you, Drake. And if you trust me, I want you to make love to me.”
She could see that he needed no further encouragement. A smile broke across his face and he leaned down to steal a kiss from her lips. Then he raised himself up and, with a firm hand, he pressed her back into the pillows. To her delight he continued where he’d left off, teasing and tickling her with soft kisses, making her body tingle with desire.
And then, when she thought she would burst with wanting him, he covered her body with his and she wrapped her legs around his lean h*ps and clung to him, her breath coming in pants. He aligned his body with hers and sank deep into her core.
“Drake,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Drake.” It was like she’d been waiting for this moment forever. Now their bodies were one.
He let seconds pass, allowing her body to get used to his presence, and then he was moving, slowly and gently at first, then faster until he was thrusting into her, riding a wave of passion, taking her with him over the crest where he exploded inside her as her inner core pulsated around him, sending sparks shooting to every inch of her body.
It took a long time for their panting gasps to slow to deep breaths and then to the normal rhythm of breathing. Only then, when their bodies had floated down from that pinnacle and the tension had dissolved, did they let each other go and fall back into the pillows.
“Oh, God, Meg,” Drake breathed, “I’ve waited for this for so long and it was worth every minute of the wait.”
She smiled and as his chest rose and fell she reached out to rest a hand on him. “For me too, Drake. For me, too.”
And as she lay in the bed beside him, Meg had no regrets. Although there was still that little question in the back of her mind – where would they go from here?