Just For Us
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is part of my 1000 followers giveaway (even though this fic has a mind of its own and is a lot longer than I intended) for the prompt “wedding” requested by more than one person (for the same couple, so I counted it) and it is also the response to two prompt requests: “You can have me any way you’d like” and orgasm denial. This came to me when replaying Chapter 1 of Book 3 and is set on Drake and Amelia’s wedding day.
Pairing- Drake/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Amelia and Drake take a moment for themselves on their wedding day.
Words- 920
“I believe you have a promise to deliver on, Grant,” Drake whispered in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“What’s that?” I teased, leaning against him and savoring the feel of his arms around me.
“You promised me we could sneak out,” Drake reminded me, his lips trailing over the sensitive skin of my neck.
“I did, didn’t I?” I said, turning in his embrace and looping my arms around his neck. I considered teasing him, but as I looked into his eyes, the words died in my throat at the passionate intensity I saw there. “What are we waiting for?” I asked instead, dropping my arms. Drake grinned and took my hand and quickly lead me from the ballroom.
He led me to what would, from that night on, be our room, first pausing to swing me into his arms.
“Drake,” I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck once more.
“It’s tradition,” He reminded me gravely, carrying me into the room. There were candles and flowers, the perfect setting, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of that. I only had eyes for Drake.
“I believe I was also promised a sneak peek of the wedding night,” Drake said in a low voice, as he set me down on my feet and undid my dress with a care I wouldn’t have believed he possessed.
“I said if you were good,” I reminded him, “were you good?”
“What do you think?” Drake asked me as he quickly undressed, taking less care with his clothes than he had with mine. “Have I been good?”
He’d been amazing, stepping up during the engagement tour and putting in the effort for me and for Liam and Cordonia and tolerating rude people and then enduring this very public wedding.
“You’ve been amazing,” I told him honestly, running my hands along his bare chest, “I think I should show you.” I dropped to my knees in front of him and palmed him before taking him in my mouth, causing him to groan my name as he thrust his hips into me.
“Amelia…”
He gave into it for a moment and then pulled away roughly. “I want you too much,” He told me, helping me to my feet.
“You can have me any way you’d like,” I told him honestly as he walked us over to the bed.
“Good,” Drake told me and then he pushed me onto the edge of the bed, before kneeling down in front of me. He gently nudged my legs apart and then he kissed his way up my thighs, making me moan before he began to lick and suck. I gripped his head, involuntarily arching into him. A moment later he plunged his tongue inside of me and I cried out.
“Drake!” The pressure built up in me as he continued pleasuring me with his tongue and then he stopped suddenly, leaving me at the brink. “Drake!!!” I whined impatiently.
“Patience,” he told me with a grin, “after all, this is our night.”
“We do need to go back down there at some point,” I told him, though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
“Do we?” Drake asked, giving me a long lazy look as he peppered kisses on my stomach and then up towards my dress, his fingers lazily playing with me, the sensations enough to keep me on edge but not to push me over.
“Please,” I begged, “Drakes, I need….”
“What do you need?” Drake asked in a quiet voice, gazing up at me from between my breasts.
“You,” I panted, “I need you.”
“I’m yours,” he said simply, repositioning himself and then thrusting inside of me, “forever.”
We moved together, but Drake’s movements were slow and deliberate and mine were frantic, desperate to reach that peach that he kept denying me. “Drake,” I whimpered, arching my hips into impatiently.
“Is this what you want?” He asked as he began to speed up his movements, staring deep into my eyes as he did so.
“Yes,” I groaned, “Oh, yes, Drake, yes…”
It wasn’t long before I was coming, his name on my lips, my hands digging into his back. Drake kept up his pace even as I came down from the high, the sensations immediately building me up again. This time, our movements were in sync, desperate to be one. His lips were on mine, kissing me deeply and then he slid a hand between us, playing with my sensitive nub.
“Ohh… Oh…” I cried out, feeling it build up again. I was sooo close, but so was he, I could feel it. I bucked into him desperately and he let alone groan before shuddering against me, his last thrust and the movements of his thumb enough to bring me over.
I collapsed onto the bed, Drake against me, my arms wrapping around him holding him close. He pressed a lazy kiss to my mouth. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I told him softly, sincerely.
He stayed where he was for a moment and then rolled off of me and onto his back. “Do we really have to go back down there?”
I thought about it. It was the polite thing to do, after all, it was our celebration. But that was just it, it was ours and so little of the day had actually been about us. Until now and this moment and I didn’t want to end it.
“No,” I told him, “we don’t. We can just stay right here.”
– End
