Author’s Note: Part 2 of Fireside Games is another follow-up in the Our Own Kind of Fairtytale series, taking place during Drake and Emma’s rustic cabin honeymoon. I’d recommend reading the Part 1 first for the fluffy backstory. This piece is pure Drake smutty goodness including reference to a bearded Drake.
And for the record, this smut may not be super kinky with acrobatics, but @walkerismychoice and I have decided that even vanilla sex with Drake is always premium vanilla because he’s sooooo gooooood. 😍😂
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Emma kissed him back, suddenly very sober mentally but also completely intoxicated. She moved her lips against his until he pulled away, trailing rough wet kisses across her jaw and down her neck. She wriggled against the coarseness of his beard, tickling and enticing her with a different sensation than she was used to. “Mmmm … I have another truth for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Drake asked as he continued to nuzzle down to her collarbone. “What’s that?” He nipped at her shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from her.
She grabbed his face between her hands and focused his face in front of her, stroking her thumbs down the rough stubble on his cheeks. “Yeah … I’m really digging this beard. I like this rugged look on you.” She smirked devilishly as his lips turned up at the corners.
”Well what the Mrs. likes, the Mrs. shall get.” Drake’s eyes darkened as he leaned in again, this time gently nudging her to the floor as his mouth found the sensitive spot behind her ear. She writhed beneath him, hands tangled in his hair as his mouth wandered down her body. “Now let’s see if this beard has any other uses, Wife.”
He placed his hands under her shirt and pulled it over her belly, placing gentle kisses around her belly button as his palms found her breasts beneath the fabric. Emma squirmed beneath him as his whiskers tickled along her waistband and his mouth left a trail of wet marks. His face dropped lower to her core, pressing his nose against her dampening panties as he nuzzled into her. She inhaled sharply at the feel of his scruff against her thighs as his hands ventured further south.
He locked a thumb and two fingers around each side of her panties near her hips, gently tugging them down as he maintained eye contact while he worked. She watched in enthrallment as he raised to his knees and pulled the garment off her legs, then trailed soft gentle kisses down her left leg from her ankle towards her sweet spot. He took his time, teasing her slowly while she waited impatiently for the inevitable.
Drake nipped along her upper thigh, his fingers teasing her wet slit while she fidgeted anxiously in anticipation. “Hmm … I guess you really do like the beard.” She could feel his cocky grin against her leg before he moved down and lapped his tongue up her center, fingers continuing to tickle her entrance.
“Oh, Drake!” She exclaimed, roughly pulling him into her by his thick hair. She relished the feel of his tongue and his fingers probing her, the soft vibrations of him chuckling radiating through her. He alternated between slow, languid licks and forceful sucking as she gradually lost control of her body. She bucked her hips against his mouth and fingers, delirious with desire and searching for fulfillment. He placed one hand across her belly and held her down, keeping an unrelenting pace with his other digits while stimulating her clit with his mouth. She screamed in ecstasy as the wave of pleasure enveloped her, pulling at his hair as she rode out her orgasm.
Drake kissed along her thigh as she came down from her high, both of them catching their breath. But as Emma opened her eyes and found him staring up at her hungry with desire, she felt the warmth deep inside of her igniting again. She sat up swiftly and pushed him to his back, moving to straddle him on the quilt and pinning him to the floor.
He stayed silent and watched her while she frantically unbuttoned the rest of his plaid shirt and grazed her palms over his chest and down to his waist. He grunted and grabbed her hips, pulling her into him as she leaned down to kiss him and rubbed herself against him. He could feel her wetness through his boxers while she sat upright to pull her shirt over her head, unleashing her supple breasts above him. Before he could emit any noise, she was pressed against him again, her mouth hot upon his while her hands found their way inside his boxers. She stroked his length a few times and sat up to remove his last remaining article of clothing while he panted observing her.
When he was finally free she positioned him at her entrance, closing her eyes as she wiggled against his tip. “Fuck … Emma.” Drake murmured as she slowly eased onto him. She remained still on top of him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him filling her, before lifting herself up and down slowly. He grasped her hips, guiding her motions and plunging himself deep inside of her each time she met his movements. He heard her breathing speed up and a soft moan deep in her throat each time he thrust up, the sound and the feel of her edging him towards his own surrender. She rubbed herself against him with each bounce, eager to be sated again but this time with him inside her.
Drake felt her muscles begin contracting around his shaft as Emma exhaled a high-pitched gasp of pleasure, sending him into his own peak. He growled under his breath as he let himself go deep within her, the sounds of both of their releases echoing in the room.
Afterwards she leaned forward and curled herself against his chest, snuggling her face into his neck while he wrapped his arms around her and traced his fingers down her spine. They lay quietly in contentment, the only noises in the room the crackling of the fire and the steadying of their breaths.
After a few minutes, Emma rolled off of him and nestled into his side, giggling as she repositioned herself. “What’s so funny?” Drake asked, eyebrow quirked in question.
“Heh … I was just thinking … That beard is actually pretty useful if you use it right. Which you did.” She chuckled softly against his chest.
“Oh really?” He placed his hands to her side and tickled her playfully. “You naughty girl!”
She laughed at his touch. “Oh stop! You know you love it!”
“I do.” He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “And I love you, Mrs. Walker.”
“I love you too, Mr. Walker.” She sighed peacefully as she snuggled in against him again.
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