Morning Surprises

Author’s Note: A little quickie (😂😂😂) incorporating three fic requests.  I don’t want to spoil anything so I’ll explain after the fic. 😉

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Emma stirred from her slumber, feeling the vibrations of movement behind her as Drake turned over in bed.  He settled back in beside her and draped one arm across her waist, the comforting warmth of his body pressed against her lulling her back towards dreamland.  She felt his rough fingers softly tracing circles on her hip as she started to nod off again.

A short while later (seconds, minutes … she wasn’t sure), she noticed a firmer grip pawing at her hips and upper thighs along with gentle kisses being placed behind her ear and down her neck.  Drake nuzzled his nose into the ticklish spot where her shoulder met her neck, breathing her scent in deeply as he started to awaken.  “Mmmmmm …” he hummed against her skin, feeling more than just one part of his body starting to rise for the morning.

Emma grinned as she felt Drake’s lips on her skin.  “Draaa-kkkeee … I thought we were sleeping in this morning?”  She shifted a little to bury her face further into the pillow, but did enjoy the low groan she elicited from him as her backside rubbed against his morning wood.

“Mmm, careful Em … “ he mumbled, his hand starting to trail a path over her nightgown to her breasts.  “I said we could stay in this morning.  But I can think of much better things to do than sleep.”  His hand found its way underneath her cotton strappy nightgown to cup one of her round peaks, probably his favorite real estate on his wife.  He kneaded it gently before taking her nipple between his thumb and middle finger, twisting it slightly while his mouth found her earlobe and gently tugged it with his teeth.  The sensations sent pulses of electricity through her body and she couldn’t help but wiggle against him.  God yes, he knows what I like, she thought.  She definitely was not sleepy anymore.

Emma turned her head over her shoulder slightly, hooking her arm behind her to grip his hair as she pulled his lips into hers.  Her tongue explored his mouth while he caressed her breasts, languidly grinding his length against her backside.  The slow, rhythmic pace was both calming and exhilarating as they lazily took their time enjoying the physical contact with no agenda in mind.  Drake’s hand ventured south and found its way into her lace panties to find her already wet, thrumming with desire.  He smirked against her mouth as she whimpered when he etched tiny circles around her nub and stroked her slit.  She yanked his hair harder and panted at his teasing, desperate to feel him fill her.  

Drake chuckled at her growing enthusiasm.  “So I take it you don’t want to go back to sleep?”

”Shut up, Drake!  I need to feel you … now!”  Her hand dropped to his waistline and into his boxer briefs, grasping him firmly in her hand and pumping a few times before trying to tug his garment off.  Drake growled at the feel of her and knew teasing was now officially off the table.  He quickly went to yank them off himself, dragging them down his legs and kicking them off into the tangle of sheets at his feet before moving his hand back into her panties.  He pulled them down swiftly to her knees and grasped her by the hip to position himself in her damp sex.  

Drake slid against her, teasing her entrance, once … twice … three times before angling her in just the right way to thrust himself deep inside of her.  He grunted at the sudden hot, tight sensation around his member, pausing for just a moment to let them both adjust.  Emma writhed back against him.  “Drake, please … “ she whined.  Her hand traveled behind her to grip his ass, pulling him towards her in encouragement.  And that’s all the encouragement he needed. He started pumping into her, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace as the sound of her moans and pleads invigorated him.  His gripped her upper thighs tightly as he pounded repeatedly inside of her.

Drake felt Emma getting closer to release as her breathing became more and more ragged.  His fingers traveled to her center, pressing firmly against her swollen clit.  “Oh god!” she moaned, “Don’t stop!”  He continued rubbing her nub as she rocked against him steadily and reached her peak.  Her body shuddered when she contracted around him, and she muffled a shriek into her pillow as she came hard.  He slowed down and held her tight as she came down from her high and caught her breath.  

“Hmm … good morning.”  She mumbled, tilting her head back again to capture his mouth in a lazy kiss before detaching from him to lay on her back.  She looked deeply in his eyes, still dark with unsatisfied lust, and gripped his biceps to pull him on top of her.  Drake leaned down and kissed her hungrily, situating himself between her thighs and savoring the feel of her slick heat against his length.  He was just about to enter her again …

Knock knock knock. Drake’s head shot up and they both glanced towards the door.  They lay completely still and silent, both praying that the distraction would quickly move on.  Nope.  Knock knock knock.

“Hey lazyheads!  I know you’re in there!”  Maxwell. Drake’s head dropped, jaw clenched in frustration as Emma giggled at his reaction.  They laid again in silence, hoping that their persistent friend would get the hint and leave.  

Knock knock knock. “Come on, open up!  I have something important to ask you!”  

Drake’s eyes were enflamed with anger as he leapt up from the bed, grabbing a pillow before marching towards the door.  Emma watched in shock and anticipation as her husband grasped for the doorknob, covering his nether regions hastily with the pillow as he opened it.  She quickly pulled the sheets over her naked lower half, just in time to see Maxwell standing non-chalantly in the doorway.

“What do you want, Beaumont?!?!” Drake fumed as Maxwell slowly evaluated the scene in front of him.  Emma chuckled at the sight … Drake’s shoulders tight in outrage, standing bare-assed holding the door open with only a pillow covering himself.  Maxwell’s jaw dropped and he fumbled for words as he registered what he’d interrupted.  

“Uhhhh … ummm … you know, it can probably wait.”  Maxwell cleared his throat.  “I can see you guys are busy.”  

Drake gripped the doorknob, eyes narrowed.  “Yes, we were busy … until we were interrupted.”  He glared at the intruder, waiting for him to make his departure.  

“Right … uh, so sorry about that.  Sorry Emma.”  Maxwell waved awkwardly over Drake’s shoulder towards his surrogate sister, but quickly glanced away at the sight of her wrapped up in the twisted sheets.  He looked down for a moment, then his eyes lit up with a thought.  “You know, maybe next time you guys can put a sock on the doorknob -“

“Maxwell!!!”  Drake roared.  “If you do not leave right now I’m gonna make you wish you were dead!”

Maxwell shirked at the outburst, slowly backing into the hallway.  “Okay, you got it Drake!  Leaving now!”  He turned and raced away without so much as a glance over his shoulder.

Drake slammed the door, grunting as he made his way back towards the bed.  “My god, the nerve of that guy!

Emma stroked a hand up his arm as he settled back on the bed.  “Come on, Babe.  You know he means well.”  Drake cut his eyes towards her in obvious disagreement.  “Maxwell is just a little … energetic.”  She smirked.

“Hmmph … well so’s a chihuahua, but they’re both still obnoxious ”  Drake shook his head, trying to fight off his annoyance as he laid down next to her and pulled the sheets up around them.  His eyes softened as he saw her fighting a smile, causing him to relax as he laid one arm around her waist.  “I’m sorry Em.  I just … don’t like interruptions.”  His chocolate brown eyes bored into hers with sincerety, a smug grin appearing at the corners of his lips.

“I know, Babe.  So I guess we missed the window, huh?”  She quirked an eyebrow in question.

“Oh no, my dear Wife.  I’m not done with you yet!”  Drake’s fingers found their way to her sides, tickling her into a squirming mess as he began placing loud, dramatic kisses over her face and down her neck.  Her laughter gradually slowed as the drama faded into softer, more tender kisses.  He propped himself up above her again and nestled against her, placing his lips leisurely against hers before meeting her eyes in a soulful gaze.  Baby, this is just the beginning.

END

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Author’s Note (continued):  So I’ve got A LOT of NSFW requests to work on as well as several sarcastic prompts, so I’m doing my best to combine the two genres when it makes sense to lighten up the smut. 😉

This fic incorporates two requests from @lazychic28 for NSFW #20 “Baby, this is just the beginning” and Sarcasm prompt #114 ”I’m gonna make you wish you were dead”, and one anonymous request for NSFW #6 Sleepy morning sex.  I hope I did the combo of these 3 requests justice by first getting you hot and bothered and then finishing off with a laugh. 🔥😂 Thanks for reading!

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