NSFW Alphabet: Drake x Emma

Author’s Note: Finally, as requested for by the mass majority for my 600 follower giveaway … I give you the Drake x Emma NSFW Alphabet!  How this ended up at over 6,000 words … yeah, I know how it happened, I have a major obsession with one certain fictional character.  This is very obvious from all the naughty references (and links!) to my previous stories in this.  Luckily you can all benefit from my addiction with this very long (that’s what she said!) smutty piece.

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Emma leaned back in her desk chair and propped her feet up on top of her ornate mahogany desk as she surveyed the latest census briefing for the Valtorian region.  She found herself surprisingly comfortable in her office, surrounded by the aroma of old hardcover books and ink and crisp paper, whether she was pouring over a duchy memo at her desk or perusing her tattered copy of Desire and Decorum on the chaise by the window.  Her office had become her refuge, the place where she could concentrate and have a few minutes for herself with no interruptions from the household staff.  She tossed her head from side to side, cracking her neck as she tried to get more comfortable at the desk, when she heard three short knocks at the door. “Come in!” She trilled in a commanding voice.

Gladys opened the door swiftly and marched inside, carrying a silver tray stacked with piles of mail.  “Good afternoon, Your Grace. I have sorted your mail from today.” She stopped in front of the desk, setting two of the three stacks deliberately on the surface.  “Here is your personal correspondence …” she placed a small stack atop a large Manila envelope down, “and your duchy correspondence.” She motioned to the final stack of mail on the tray.  “And shall I put Duke Walker’s mail in his office?”

“You can put his mail on his dresser, Gladys.”  Emma responded politely as she dropped her feet to the floor and leaned forward to pick up the large envelope.  She gave her household assistant a warm smile. “You know he prefers to work outside as much as possible. Thank you.”  Gladys grinned in knowing agreement, then nodded her farewell and turned on her heel to exit, closing the door behind her again.  Emma focused her attention to the small package, which she examined as she turned it over suspiciously in her hands.

She glanced at the return address in the top left corner of the package … Camille Park, New York, New York USA.  Emma smiled as she recognized the sender’s neat handwriting, wondering what in the world her old friend would be sending her in an envelope this large.  She tore open the package, sliding out a fresh copy of a Cosmopolitan magazine and a handwritten note, which she immediately opened and began reading.

Duchess Emma Walker,

Alright, I addressed you properly, but it still feels weird.  You’ll forever be my Emma Warner from Jersey, title or no. I hope this note finds you doing well.

I wanted to send you this little treat that I discovered recently when it arrived in my mailbox.  Check out page 69- I thought the newlyweds could use a naughty little quiz to spice things up. (Damien can vouch that it served him well, I assure you!). Enjoy!

Let me know when you’re planning to be in the States again so we can plan a visit.  I can’t wait to meet Drake and for you to finally meet Damien.

xoxo,

Cami

Emma chuckled as she finished her friend’s note, imagining the sarcastic blonde reciting its contents in her melodic voice.  Hmm … page 69.  Emma flipped through the pages until she got to the supposed ‘naughty little quiz.’  Her eyes scanned the article, aptly titled How are All Aspects of Your Sex Life?: The NSFW Alphabet. As she started reading the questions and explanations she blushed slightly, but decided it was time for a short break from her work anyway.  For research purposes, of course.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I’m so lucky that Drake is a big cuddler after sex.  Unless there’s a mess and we need to go rinse off, we usually just lie there together and rest or talk afterwards.  I’ll never forget the first night that we snuck away during the Homecoming Ball …

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Drake pulled me tighter against his chest, nuzzling his face into my hair and inhaling deeply.  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Warner … how long I’ve dreamt of this.”

I tilted my head to look up into those dark brown eyes, filled with joy and affection.  “I think I have some idea …“ I teased, pressing a sweet peck to his lips. “All those stolen moments in between, kissing you in dark corners … you didn’t call me a temptress for nothing.”  I slid my hand up his thigh, tickling a fingertip along his length and relishing the feel as it twitched at the contact. “I was very well-aware that you wanted me.”

Drake made a deep moaning chuckle in his throat, pulling my lips against his again in a deeper kiss this time.  “You were killing me Warner, what I would have given to …” he paused, shaking his head, “but I was actually referring to this.”  He leaned back to beam down at her and grazed a hand up her bare back, eliciting a shiver in response. “Holding you, not having to hide anymore, with nowhere else to be…”

“Well technically we do have to get back to the Ball at some point … I am the guest of honor, you know.”  I reminded him playfully.

Drake grinned, the candlelight dancing in his eyes as he gazed at me.  That look he gives me that still makes my heart beat a little faster, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.  “I know … but not yet.” And then he kissed me again, more passionately this time, and I immediately forgot there was anywhere else we needed to be.

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B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
No question, Drake is a boob man.  He’s too much of a gentleman to ever admit it, but when he gets me behind closed doors he can’t keep his hands (and mouth!) away from them.  He’s also a big fan of my curvy legs, telling me he loves how tightly I wrap them around his waist when he’s inside me, like I’ll never want to let him go.

My favorite part of Drake … umm, all of him?  I mean the man is gorgeous. I am still in awe of him every time he strips down in front of me, all broad shoulders and pecs and abs and … and then, wow, that cock.  I had always thought penises were funny looking … that is, until I saw that perfectly hung package at the south end of his Adonis trail. It’s perfectly pink and symmetrical and thick and delicious … definitely nothing funny about it.  

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C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Drake is very old-fashioned and prefers to come inside me.  Sometimes if we’re fooling around or I go down on him he’ll actually forget himself and come in my hand or my mouth, but most of the time I know he wants to feel close to me when he comes.  Some may call our sex life vanilla, but I personally find it sweet and romantic and extremely satisfying. And besides, premium vanilla is also a very tasty and intense flavor!

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D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One time I asked Drake (after a few too many whiskeys and beers) what his first time was like.  He confessed he hooked up with a noble girl at one of the Beaumont bashes when he was almost sixteen, tired of being the inexperienced commoner while all the nobles gave each other high fives and boasted of their conquests in front of him.  Her name was Elisa, a friend of Maxwell and Bertrand’s cousin that was visiting Cordonia for the summer, and Drake said she was beautiful … tall and lean with long wavy blonde hair. They’d spent the whole evening making eyes at each other as the group played drinking games and dancing to the latest pop music, and when the party died down and the teens started pairing off she had pulled him into her room for the night.  

Drake remembered the actual act itself seemed to go well, it appeared that Elisa had enjoyed herself (but of course he was only a kid, what did he know).  The next morning as the partygoers arose from their drunken stupors, Drake had looked for Elisa to get her number before he left and found her chatting with her girlfriends.  Apparently she had just discovered that Drake was only the king’s best friend and a commoner because just as he rounded the corner into the room he overheard the phrases “I just assumed he was one of us” and “I wouldn’t have slummed it if I had known …”  Poor Drake stood petrified in the doorway as the girls all stared at him … and then he simply turned around and left without a word.

After the incident Drake had avoided noble girls, well actually all nobles to some extent, as much as he could manage.  Outside of Liam he was always skeptical of the posh crowd, never trusting them and becoming that cynic I met that night in New York.  Of course he eventually came around to dating again, realizing that not all girls were as shallow as Elisa and her friends. He said he dated quite a bit during his year of college in the states where the girls didn’t care about titles or status, picking up a few tricks along the way.  God Bless the USA.

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E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh no, not this conversation again!  I made the mistake of bringing up our ‘numbers’ early on in our relationship, and Drake made it very clear that he’s a Neanderthal man that doesn’t want to think of me with anyone else.  Therefore my number has remained a secret in our relationship to this day. (And trust me, this is a good thing since Drake would definitely not want to hear that my count is higher than his seven!)

Numbers aside, I don’t think either of us is complaining about the other one’s level of experience.  Drake’s attention to my needs trumps any level of experience or notches on his belt. And he doesn’t seem to mind any of the tricks I’ve picked up along the way either.  

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F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Easy- Drake prefers any position that he can look in my eyes.  Despite his prickly persona to most, he truly is a romantic at heart.  Most of the time if we’re at home in our bedroom we’ll be in the missionary position or I’ll get on top. I do love it when I can convince him to play hooky during an event and he gets more aggressive and creative due to time constraints.  Picking me up and pressing my back against the wall while he grips my ass, or bending me over any available surface and taking me from behind …

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G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
I’d say we’re both pretty serious during sex.  Not that we can’t laugh, but we tend to be very focused on each other and not making jokes.

But speaking of goofy, there was that one time though after we spent the evening at the Beer Garden with our friends, shortly after we returned from our honeymoon, and Drake may have had a few too many beers …

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“Warner, have I told you that yur the perdiest girl I’ve ever seeeeennn?”  Drake murmured in boyish, slurring voice as I ushered him into our chambers at the palace, closing the door behind us.  I turned around to feel him inching me backwards to press my back against the door, his hands gripping my waist as he gazed deeply into my eyes.  “Like, fer real … I’m just the lurkiessst man in the whoollle werld.” His eyes glossed over affectionately, that loving smile on his lips that he only got when the alcohol tore away his inhibitions and brought out his sappy side.  Even if his drunken seduction game was far more entertaining than enticing, it wasn’t difficult guess his intentions by the massive hard-on pulsing against my thigh, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aching for him too … but not before I had a little fun with him.  

“Aw, Babe, that’s so sweet of you.” I responded in a sing-song voice, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before squeezing my way past him into our room.  I stood in front of the dresser, watching him sway towards me from the corner of my eye in the mirror as I started taking off my jewelry. I was well aware of him fumbling behind me before I felt his fingers trailing over my hips to my stomach, his head crooked into the curve of my neck laying loud smacking kisses along the flesh.  I suppressed an amused giggle at his moves when he started his sweet talking again.

“Oooh, Emmm … yur so ssssexxxxyyyy …” He mumbled into my neck as his hands cupped my breasts through the crinkly fabric of my chiffon cocktail dress.  I could feel him swaying behind me as he unconsciously rubbed his hard length against my backside … until he rubbed a little too aggressively and stumbled on his own two feet to the side, grasping at the dresser to steady himself.  I rolled my eyes and turned around to intervene before he hurt himself.

“Okay there Cowboy, let’s get you into bed.” I instructed him as I started removing his clothing, stripping him down to his boxer briefs before shoving him backwards into the bed.

“Woaaahhh, Emmm, hold yer horrrsses, Baby.  We got all niighhttt.” Drake slurred as he flopped down on his back in the comforter, that goofy grin plastered across his face.  

I quirked a brow at him, shaking my head at the ridiculous display in front of me.  “Drake, by the looks of you I’d guess you have about twenty minutes, tops, before you pass out …” I started peeling off my own clothes, dropping the dress around my ankles and reaching behind my back to unhook my bra, not missing how his eyes darkened at the sight of my breasts swinging free in the dim light.  “So if you really want to do this I’m going to need you to stop talking and let me handle this.” I perched myself at the edge of the bed, slipping my panties down my legs as he observed my little striptease.

I could see the drunken cogs turning in his head as he watched me, trying to come up with a tantalizing response … but he finally resigned himself to my whims, pulling his boxers down to unleash his erect cock with a sigh.  “Yes, Mistress Walker.” He jested, lying back on the bed with a satisfied smirk as I crawled up on the bed to mount him.

I think he passed out approximately twenty-one minutes later, already snoring about 90 seconds after we finished.  And this is why Drake Walker should stick to whiskey.

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H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Drake teases me sometimes that being American has made me self-conscious of my body hair … but I’ve never heard him complain when I come home after a waxing appointment sporting a fresh Brazilian.  He may not admit it with his words, but his tongue tells me in no uncertain terms that he definitely appreciates the effort.

As for Drake, he tends to trim all over, but you would never catch him going hairless.  He stays well-groomed with the assistance of electric trimmers about once a week, adorning that gorgeous body of his with shorts tufts of hair instead of a massive hairy jungle between his legs and on his chest.

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I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Our sex life is very intimate, we are both extremely attentive to each other’s needs.  I am very well aware that most women would kill to have a man light even one candle for romantic ambiance, yet here’s Drake over here with his two dozen candles and rose petals and champagne … yes, I do know how truly lucky I am.  

I am also very lucky that, despite his romantic tendencies, Drake can be easily persuaded to forego the ambiance if I properly entice him.  For what our surroundings lack in ambiance, Drake will be sure to make up for as he lavishes me with his attention.

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“Drake!” I moaned with a high-pitched squeal, my body convulsing as the tremors of my orgasm traveled throughout my body.  I caught a glimpse of him peeking out from under the layers of my ballgown, wiping the moisture from around that wicked smirk of his with the back of his hand.  “Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell’s gotten into you tonight??” I asked him breathlessly as I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view of him while he sat back on his heels on the floor below me.  

“You, Em, you got into my head …” He murmured seductively as he got to his feet, looming over me at the foot of the bed.  He leaned down to trail a hand up my torso, then grazed one finger down the low V between my nearly-exposed breasts. “Tempting me all night in this dress.  Don’t act so surprised.” His other hand removed the pair of panties that had been left dangling off my left foot perched on the edge of the bed, chuckling as I quirked one brow at him amusedly.  “I’ve been thinking of nothing but worshipping my gorgeous wife all night …” His hand slid up my bare calf to my thigh, then dipped into my slick heat as I pulled the layers of fabric to bunch around my waist.  My head fell back and my eyes closed as he taunted me with his nimble fingertips, his thumb pressing against my clit and causing me to squirm with aching desire.

“Drake …” I whined, my core pulsing with need for him.  I reached down to unlatch his belt and work at the fastenings of his pants.  “Take off these pants and worship me like you mean it …”

I yanked his pants down and pumped him with one hand, pulling him by his thigh against me with the other.  And then he gave me that wicked smirk again as knelt down over me, ready to plunge himself inside of me. “Yes dear …”

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J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
This was a topic that had not been brought up until I happened to walk in on him once, taking care of business.  Of course I figured it must happen from time to time, but Drake was always very private about the topic … until he wasn’t.  After I convinced him to show me what he liked by promising to the same for him (I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, right?), it opened the door for an open dialogue about masturbation.

We both admitted to frequently taking our sexual frustrations into our own hands during the social season when we were falling for each other (but he was too noble to do anything about it!).  He did confess that he had never (and I quote) ‘blown his load so hard’ as after our steamy game of pool in the Parisian bar. I’ve been thinking of investing in a pool table for our game room ever since.

Now we are open and honest about our masturbation habits, which really only occurs when we are traveling apart or he is in need of a stress reliever and I’m in a particularly cranky mood.  I always wondered why he started watching more American football in his man cave when I’m feeling bloated and tired.

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K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Drake keeps his kinks pretty mild, but he does get excited when I get a little rough with him.  Tugging his hair and nipping at his ear always elicits a primal growl from him in response.

I don’t know if it’s a kink per se, but I really enjoy Drake with a little stubble or a short beard.  Not only does he look incredible, so manly and rustic, the tickle of his facial hair against the sensitive skin of my neck or thighs … mmm, amazing.  Let’s just say that he started shaving less after he accidentally found out how much it turns me on during our honeymoon.

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L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Most often we will have sex in our bed or bedroom.  While I can sometime persuade Drake to steal away for a quickie at a party or event, he is definitely most comfortable in the privacy of our own home.  

Some may say that this would create a rather mundane, routine sex life … but I assure you, there are so many naughty things you can do in one room given the time.  And trust me, I’ve yet to be bored.

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I grabbed Drake by the hand, escorting him behind me down the darkened hallway as I surveyed the open doors for a private room.  I ducked around the corner, pulling him behind me into a remote water closet in the west wing of the building. With a door that locked.

I slipped my hand past his waist to lock it, peering up at him with a wicked grin as he watched me.  As soon as I could I was on my tip-toes, gripping the lapels of his jacket as my mouth sought his.

“Em … we should really get back.  You’re supposed to give a speech in twenty minutes.”  Drake placed a hand gently on my shoulder, pushing me back far enough to attempt talk some reason into me.  

Nice try, Walker.  I cocked a brow at him mischievously.  “That’s exactly why we’re in here, Cowboy.  I need to relax before my big performance.” My hand slipped down the front of his trousers, cupping his bulge in my palm.  

He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as I massaged him, fighting his hardest to quell the raging hormones flowing through his veins.  “Emm …” he moaned, half begging me to stop and half encouraging me.

I continued to stroke him, nuzzling my nose into his neck and nibbling along his jawline.  “Drake, you know you’re gonna give in eventually … why don’t you save us both some time and just say yes now.”

He pulled away, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at me in frustration.  His face appeared angry, but behind his eyes I could tell I’d already won. He released a long breath, focusing his gaze upon my lower lip as I caught it between my teeth … “Ah, fuck it!” He gave in with rigor, gripping me by the thighs and lifting me to press my back against the wall to help me relieve my public speaking jitters.

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M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
I breathe, he’s ready to go.  He winks and I turn to jelly. So yeah, it doesn’t take much most days …

Honestly, I do think it’s so sexy when Drake is forced to socialize at formal events and I catch him actually enjoying himself.  He is so hot when he’s conversing with some foreign dignitary, holding his own … although I don’t think he’s figured out why I keep stealing him away at these events yet.  It’s more fun that way …

Drake wouldn’t say it out loud, but he gets really excited when I tease him.  I think it’s due to all that time that I would try to seduce him and he wouldn’t let himself do anything about it before we were really together, it gets him all riled up and he will make sure he gets the chance to follow through now.  

Oh, and I did I mention how much I love him with a beard?!?

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N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Drake and I are not into anything too aggressive or out there, we prefer to keep our sex focused on pleasing each other.  No pinching, hitting or spanking (well, maybe just a little playful spanking). No use of orifices as entries that should only remain as exits.

And since it’s all about each other, we would never want to participate in any type of threesome or orgies … we’ll leave that to Liam’s older brother, Leo.  (Or so I’ve been told!)

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O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
We both love to give, although I’ll admit Drake probably does more of it.  He confesses he loves the way I taste, and nothing turns him on more than to watch me lose myself in pleasure against his mouth.  

While I love to take him in my mouth and focus on satisfying him, it usually doesn’t  take long before he’s pulling me up to bury himself inside of me. He truly craves that feeling of closeness … but every once in a while, we both enjoy when he lets loose and lets me take control.

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P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
A little of both, depending on the mood and location.  We love to take our time and savor being together when we can, but it’s also thrilling to sneak away for a rough quickie every now and again …

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Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
We usually prefer to take our time when we make love, especially on lazy weekend mornings in bed.  However, when we can’t keep our hands off each other at a formal events, we do tend to sneak away for a quickie in hopes that no one will notice we’ve gone missing.  

We’ve also become big fans of shower quickies on busy mornings, ever since our honeymoon.  Nothing like getting dirty before you get clean to start your day off right!

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R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
So Drake has never been one venture too much outside of our norm, but I do feel like the longer we’re together the more willing he is to try new things.  I’m definitely the experimental one in the relationship, and I’m slowly tossing out new ideas here and there to intrigue him …

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S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Unless one of us has had too much to drink, we can usually go for a while.  If we have the time, Drake is actually remarkably controlled and prefers to take care of me (several times) before he worries about himself.  He tells me nothing makes him harder than hearing me come for him.

However, sometimes if we’re feeling especially frisky, we’ll go ahead and ravage each other at first, then go for round two after a brief intermission.

Either way, we’re both extremely satisfied by the time we’re done.

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T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Outside of playful use of his necktie, we really aren’t ones to use accessories in the bedroom.  I would definitely be willing to try though if I could convince him. I’ve heard a few interesting ideas from Olivia.  Hmm ….

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I am so the tease in the relationship.  But lucky for me (well, both of us, I guess!) Drake is weak to my antics and usually my teasing in public will lead to a hot new experience in the closest private room we can find.  

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V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I would say we’re on the same volume level, a medium … not too loud but definitely not too quiet either.

I’m a moaner, with maybe a hint of dirty talk.  Drake growls and grumbles (and it’s such an amazingly sexy sound) when he gets worked up.  We’ve gotten pretty familiar with each others’ noises, making it easier to tease (who, me?!?) when we know they other one is getting close.  

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W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
That first spring and summer after we got married, Drake started building our little cabin retreat in the remote meadow down the trail from our estate in Valtoria.  He would often get up before sunrise and sneak off to his work, leaving me to sleep in peace.

A few days after he had started the project I decided to surprise him in the late morning with a picnic break to thank him for all his efforts.  Boy, was that one of my best ideas ever … When I arrived I found him hard at work, stripped down to his jeans and boots, the bronzed skin of his wide shoulders and muscular back glistening with sweat under the sun.  He was focused on splitting logs for the structure, completely unaware that I was spying on him from the edge of the meadow. Now I have always known that my husband was an outdoorsy man and that he loved to get his hands dirty, so to speak … but to observe him unknowingly in his element, to hear his primal grunts of effort as he maneuvered that axe … the thought still sends a thrill through me.

Although he was slightly alarmed when I finally approached, he was thankful for the distraction.  And distract him I did … we made a mess of that picnic blanket. After that first time, I definitely made it a habit to come ‘examine the progress’ several times a week.  He still pokes fun at me, stating that the cabin took twice as long to build as it should have due to my frequent ‘visits.’

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X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Pardon my French, but Drake’s cock is a fucking beautiful sight.  One glimpse of his firm seven inches has my mouth watering to taste him and my core buzzing to feel him.  Even when he is not erect, his dick is perfectly situated between his two crown jewels and I find it extremely difficult not to stare.  He loves it though, and if he catches me surveying his goods he’ll either give me a devilish wink or quickly pull me by the hand to examine them more thoroughly up close.

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Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Drake is pretty much always in the mood, but his damn sense of propriety gets in the way unless we’re in the privacy of our own home.  Luckily I can be very convincing … what can I say, the man makes think very naughty thoughts.

I’d estimate we have sex about 3-4 times a week, sometimes a little more or a little less if we’re traveling.  

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Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It really depends on the time and circumstance if we decide to sleep.  If it is late at night and we’ve just returned from an event, we will usually lie together afterwards and snuggle until we fall asleep.  We do love having lazy morning sex though … and usually we’re both well-rested and invigorated after our romp, so sleep is the last thing on our mind.  

I do so love those rare occurrences when we make love in the dark hours of the morning, languidly pleasing each other until we are finished and can drift back to sleep lying entwined together.  

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Emma was startled from her array of dirty little thoughts by a single abrupt knock at the door, followed by her husband swiftly marching through and closing it behind him.  “Hey Walker …” he greeted her cheerfully as he walked around the desk. “I just wanted to stop in and tell you I’m back. How was your day?” He leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, his eyes quickly catching the bolded words Sex Life on the glossy magazine page atop the desk in front of her.  “Uhhhh, what are you working on?”

Emma blushed and giggled like a little schoolgirl getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  “Oh, this?!? I got a package from Camille today and she sent me this … she said the newlyweds should definitely take this quiz.”

Drake nodded sternly, his brows furrowed as his eyes skimmed over the questions.  “Favorite position, kink … Toys? I thought our sex was pretty amazing without the help of accessories!?!”  He scoffed, not even attempting to hide the concern in his voice.

“Oh no, Baby!  It is, it is … this is just a little quiz to get the couple thinking of ways to spice things up.  Not that we need to, but I’m willing to try anything with you …” Emma patted his hand reassuringly, giving him a naughty wink as she noticed his expression softening.

Finally Drake nodded his head and released a soft laugh, his eyes twinkling playfully as he peered down at her.  “Heh, toys huh? You Americans and your obsession with sex.” He teased her, nudging her in the shoulder.

Emma quirked a brow up in amusement, trying not to laugh out loud.  “Oh really Mr. Walker? And you never think or fantasize about sex, do you?” She mocked him, dropping her voice to a seductive whisper.  “What is your favorite position, anyway?”

Drake’s eyes danced and his lips curled at the edges in a devilish smirk.  He swiftly bent down and cupped his hands underneath Emma’s ass on the chair, lifting her to stand and pulling her body flush against his in one fluid movement. “Why don’t you get up on that desk and I’ll show you …”

END