Author’s Note: I was in a very smutty mood when I wrote this … you have been warned! 🔥💕👏🏻💥 This incorporates several fic requests, which I’ll explain after the story. Enjoy! 😈😈😈
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Drake leaned back in his chair and observed the crowded room, bustling with laughter and small talk. He lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips and took a long draw, letting his gaze fall to his wife next to him. She was leaning her elbows on the table, deep in conversation with the Spanish ambassador across the table. She must have felt his eyes upon her, quickly looking back over her shoulder to give him a flirty smile. She looked positively radiant tonight, her creamy skin glowing and her cheeks flushed as they rounded in a smile. He couldn’t resist the goofy grin he returned to her.
Emma turned back to the conversation, seemingly enthralled in the topic of Cordonian trade regulation, while Drake settled back into his quiet observation. A few minutes passed before Drake felt his wife’s hand on his knee, thinking nothing of this familiar gesture. But as he felt her hand climbing his thigh, making small circles with her fingernails against the fabric of his pants, he knew exactly where this – where she – was headed. He leaned forward and set his glass down on the table and placed his hand on the small of her back just as she found her ultimate destination and palmed his bulge. He inhaled sharply at the delicious pressure as she rubbed him slowly.
“Mrs. Walker, we’re in public … don’t start something you can’t finish.” He murmured low in her ear. She cocked her head to the side, never acknowledging to anyone at the table that her mind was in the gutter and not in the conversation.
She ignored his ultimatum and casually brushed her hand away from his groin, lifting it to rub her temples with her thumb and index finger. She furrowed her brow but continued to nod her head as the ambassador droned on. After a few more minutes, she dropped her hand from her forehead shakily, reaching towards the glass of water in front of her- clank! She knocked the glass over in a clumsy motion. “Oh my! I’m so sorry, I’m just so clumsy these days.”
“Duchess Emma, do not worry about the mess. Are you feeling alright?” The ambassador asked with sincere concern.
“Yes, Dear … you look a little flushed.” Drake tried to hide his smirk.
Emma stood slowly, grasping the table to steady herself. “I’m feeling a little tired, to be honest. I think I may go lie down for minute.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” The ambassador stood across the table from her. “You need to take care of yourself … in your condition.”
“Thank you Senor for being so understanding.” She turned to Drake at her side, reaching her hand out to him. “Honey, would you mind walking me back to our room please? If you’ll please excuse us.” She nodded to the others around the table before scooting back her chair and unsteadily walking towards the exit with Drake’s arm around her waist for support.
The couple exited the ballroom and continued their slow pace through the hallway of the palace. As soon as Emma heard the click of the door behind them, she grasped Drake firmly by the wrist and picked up her pace, startling her husband as he tried to keep up with her. “Ouch, Em, stop it! You’re hurting me! Ease up with the Hulk grip already!” Emma looked back over her shoulder wickedly, sending a jolt of excitement down Drake’s torso and causing his cock to twitch inside his pants. Damn, she is feisty tonight.
Emma turned a corner and rushed through the first open door she found to the library, yanking Drake in behind her before quietly closing the door and locking it securely. She turned around slowly, studying Drake from head to toe as he waited for her next move. The look of hunger in her eyes was unmistakable as she sashayed over to him and gripped him by the lapels of his suit, pulling him close enough that he could feel her hot breath on his lips. His hands instinctively found her waist and then circled back to cup her ass.
“Well?” He asked in a brusque tone, raising an eyebrow at her in amusement. She smirked and leaned closer, capturing his lips in a soft kiss before gently tugging his bottom lip with her teeth and eliciting a low moan from him. Her hand found its way back to his pants, gliding teasingly over the smooth fabric while she left a trail of hot kisses over his jawline and behind his ear. “Hmmm … Em … What has gotten into you tonight?” He groaned as his head fell back, enjoying the delicious torture of his wife seducing him.
“Well …” she purred earnestly into his ear as she languidly palmed his length, “I was hoping you would be in a minute.” She giggled mischievously before sucking his earlobe into her mouth, causing him to writhe in anticipation. “But that depends on you, Honey … how bad do you want me?”
“You know I always want you, Em.” Drake responded in a low growl.
Emma stopped and stepped back, a fretful look on her face. “Even wearing this mumu?”
Drake’s eyes softened at her question and he reached up to cup her face in his hand, pulling her forehead to his. “It’s a maternity dress, Em … not a mumu. You know you can be wearing a trashbag, and I’d still want you.” His hand dropped to her rounded belly, a look of equal parts love and desire in his eyes. “But seeing you like this … I swear you’ve never been more beautiful.”
Emma smiled softly at her husband’s heartfelt admission before her eyes quickly turned lustful. “Good.” She said curtly before smashing her mouth against his, hands dropping to his belt as she started tugging at his shirt and undoing the buckle. Drake was barely able to reach around to pull down the zipper of her dress before Emma swatted his hands away and lead one underneath her dress as she pulled it up around around her waist. “No time for that.” She exhaled breathlessly between kisses.
“Geez, no romance tonight … I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat here, Em. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?“ Drake mumbled into her hair sarcastically as he stroked her wet panties, causing her to shiver in delight.
“Hmmm …” she beamed up into his eyes, a playful grin spread across her lips. She plunged her hand into his open pants and pulled his boxer briefs down, freeing his erection from its cotton confines before gripping it firmly in her hand to stroke it. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation and bucked into her hand instinctively. “Somehow I don’t think you really mind. And besides … this is really all your fault.”
Drake grunted as she rubbed him, taking a moment to comprehend her statement. “Huuuhhh … how is this my fault?” His fingers dipped underneath the lace trim of her panties, sliding over her slick folds and tickling her sensitive nub.
She pressed her face into his neck and muffled a cry of pleasure, already so close to her release. “It’s the pregnancy hormones. I just look at you and I just get so – ” she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged, bringing her mouth to his ear- “HOT.” She whimpered in his ear, continuing to pump his length. He shuddered at the feel of her hand and her hot mouth against his skin. Suddenly she dropped her hands and took two steps back, eyes never leaving his stare. She reached under the bunched-up skirt around her waist and hooked her thumbs in her panties, leaning forward slightly to expose the tops of her engorged breasts as she pulled them down her legs. Drake swallowed hard and reached for her, but she moved swiftly to the wall behind her, turning around to face it while he followed behind. She gave him a coy look over her shoulder. “So are you going to take care of me or what?”
His hands grazed down her sides to meet the mounds of material at her hips, using it to pull her bare skin against his member. “I’m all yours, Baby.” He rubbed himself against her, raising a hand to tug the zipper of her dress down a few inches before deftly pulling one side off her shoulder. One hand traveled forward to the soft exposed flesh of her left breast while the other reached around to the front of her waist and dropped between her thighs. She gasped at the surge of electricity in her core, aching to explode.
“Don’t stop Drake … yes, right there.” One hand pressed against the wall and the other looped around his neck, allowing him full access to suckle the flesh along her neck. Her moans grew louder quickly as she rolled her hips between his rigid manhood and his rough fingers caressing her. Suddenly she jolted forward with a high-pitched yelp, her body convulsing in tremors of pleasure as she came hard. Drake stilled as she continued to shake against him, releasing soft moans as her body relaxed.
“Ummm, wow, that was quick. I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” He nuzzled her hair while she caught her breath.
She let out a breathy chuckle. “Also the hormones. I feel like I’m always one bumpy car ride away from an orgasm.”
Drake’s eyebrows shot up in surprise (and perhaps a tiny bit of jealousy). “Oh … but I hope that doesn’t mean your finished …” His fingers began exploring her wet center again, twirling light circles around her clit. She moaned and grinded against him in response. No she’s definitely not done, he thought thankfully. He savored the feeling of her writhing against him, the sound of her breathy moans music to his ears, before positioning himself at her entrance. He slid into her slowly, continuing to tease her sweet spot with one hand as he held his balance against the wall with the other. Once he had fully sheathed himself inside of her, he began pumping in and out at an easy pace. Emma responded with short mewling pants at each thrust, gripping his thigh behind her and pulling him to her in encouragement. He tried to fight off his excitement, tried to make it last longer, but she was insistent – guiding him forcefully into her, bucking back against him, moaning his name and other indistinguishable sounds of pleasure – and pretty soon he found himself losing control and pounding her from behind. He could feel the pressure building in his groin, getting closer and closer to his climax with each thrust, when he heard Emma gasp loudly in front of him again as she was overcome with another quaking orgasm. She arched her back against him as she rode out the waves, then slowly slumped forward and pressed her forehead against the wall as the pulsing died down. Drake paused for a moment, relishing the feel of her contracting around him as she came down.
Emma separated from him and turned around, grasping his hard cock in one hand and pulling his mouth hers with the other. She stroked him languidly, pressing slow sleepy kisses to his lips in her post-orgasmic state. Drake pumped into her hand, already so worked up from plowing her just moments ago … “Emmmmmm, you’re killing me.” He groaned into her mouth.
She leaned back to peer up at him, quirking an eyebrow sardonically. “Did you want to come too, Honey?”
“Hmmph.” All Drake could do was grunt in response, trying his best to be patient although he felt like he was about to burst.
“Well let me see what I can do.” She whispered seductively, running her hands down his taut shoulders to his pecs and then to his torso as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She grasped his thick length and guided it to her mouth, pursing her moist lips and gliding them around the head. Drake’s eyes rolled back and he leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm on the wall. She opened up wide and ran her tongue up his cock from base to tip, causing him to squirm and grip her hair gently in his fist. When she reached the tip, she enveloped it within her mouth and slowly slid back down to take all of him in.
“Ugh, fuck Em … “ Drake murmured low as he thrust into Emma’s smirking mouth. She knew that voice, that low growling voice that only talked dirty when he was quickly approaching the point of no return. She reveled in his deep breaths, the sucking sound of air as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, meeting each thrust with her wanton lips. She loved this feeling of power when she was totally in control of his pleasure, a rare treat that her often stubborn husband would forgo in lieu of a more mutually stimulating activity. But damn if it didn’t turn her on to feel him let go of his inhibitions and – Drake let out a guttural moan as he met his release – let her swallow him up completely.
He pulled her from the floor and into an embrace, stroking her long dark hair down her back while he calmed his breathing. “Damn … I think maybe I should knock you up more often.”
She giggled into his shoulder, giddy to hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You know, if you like it that much all you have to do is ask.” She pinched his chin between her fingers and thumb, pressing a quick peck to his mouth. “Or maybe I’ll just surprise you more often.”
“I could get used to that.” He gave her a sheepish grin, his body still tingling from his high.
“Soooo ... how long do you need for your, ahem, second wind?” She gestured to his groin with her eyes.
He smirked at his thirsty wife, saying a silent prayer of thanks for the blessing of hormones. “Maybe ten minutes … what’d you have in mind?” He quirked his head to the side, interested to hear what other horny ideas she had concocted.
“Well …” Emma tucked in his shirt and fastened his pants and belt before draping her hair over her shoulder to allow him to zip her back up. ”Why don’t you run back to ballroom and tell everyone good night but you have to care for your pregnant wife? I’ll go up to our room and slip out of this mumu … see you back there in ten minutes?”
“Yes ma’am.” He leaned forward to place a soft kiss to her forehead before they unlocked and exited the library door. “I’ll be right there, Mrs. Walker.”
“I’ll be waiting, Husband.” She quipped provocatively, turning on her heel towards their chambers. She turned suddenly and called to him. “Oh wait, Drake? Can you also see if you can find me some vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce?”
Drake quirked his brow in amusement. “I suppose … were you planning to accessorize tonight in bed? You are absolutely insatiable, Woman.”
A devilish grin spread across her lips. “Well no, I was just craving it … but now that you mention it, I’m sure I can think of some other creative uses for it.” She shook her head and laughed softly, turning again to trek to their room.
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Author’s Note (continued): Yeah, so I got a little smut-happy last night. Not sorry. 😉
This incorporates 4 separate prompts. First off, @enmchoices’s request for smut prompt #18 “You can be wearing a trashbag, and I’d still want you.” (I’ve been dying to do this one and had pregancy mumu on the brain!). Next, @choices-pinacotheca’s smut request for #7 “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” And last but not least, this also incorporates @darley1101’s request for two angsty prompts turned fluffy/funny of “Stop it! You’re hurting me!” and “Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?” I am still waiting to be stumped, my friend. 😉