Author’s Note: So what happens when I listen to ’I Feel it Coming’ by The Weeknd on repeat during a two hour flight by myself after two margaritas at the airport? Smut. Smut happens.
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Emma woke slowly, looking around at her surroundings trying to comprehend her location. As she lifted her head, she felt the heavy arm draped over her side weighing her down. Drake. My husband. She turned to gaze upon the man lying beside her, still lost in his dreams with a subtle smile on his lips. So beautiful. And he’s all mine. Forever. She slyly lifted his arm as she scooted over to the side of the bed to escape, careful not to waken her sleeping spouse. As she placed his arm gently back down, he let out a soft moan and snuggled back into his pillow before stilling again. She looked around the room at the piles of discarded clothing for something to wear, thinking that the voluminous mound of a wedding dress on her side of the bed was perhaps a little too formal this morning. She tugged Drake’s tuxedo shirt out from under his pants and belt and slipped it over her shoulders before sneaking out the bedroom door.
She padded barefoot past the kitchen and living area to the front entryway to find their luggage in the same place they had left it upon their arrival last night. She smirked as she remembered the previous evening . . . luggage had been the last thing on their mind. She started digging through her suitcase, finding a hairbrush, her toiletry bag and a clean change of clothes. Grabbing her things, she tiptoed back through the house to the bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom before quietly closing the door behind her.
She laid her things out on the bathroom counter and dug in her bag to find a toothbrush and toothpaste. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. In their haste to strip down and consummate their marriage, she had not bothered to brush her hair or teeth or even wash her face. After their long day of surprises, schmoozing and dancing with friends, she felt pretty . . . dirty, to be honest. After she spit and rinsed, she walked over to the large shower to turn on the water to warm up. She shrugged off Drake’s shirt and let it drop to the floor before standing in front of the mirror and beginning to brush her long hair. As she worked, she grinned as she noticed a few subtle lovebites that Drake had left last night, small reminders of the passionate lovemaking they’d been craving for several weeks now.
Steam began to fill the room as she entered the shower and emerged herself in the water. She couldn’t resist the sigh that escaped her lips as she appreciated the feel of the water in her hair, running over her shoulders and down her body. She stood there for a few moments, enjoying the sound of the water and silence. After she was relaxed and accustomed to the temperature, she reached down to grab a loofah and the bottle of body wash to begin lathering up.
“Would you like a hand with that?” Drake’s deep voice echoed in the bathroom, startling her from her tranquil bathing.
“Drake, you scared me!” She exhaled at the surprise . . . and then her breath caught in her throat as she turned to find him standing naked in the bathroom doorway. His hair was slightly mussed from bed and his long, muscular body leaned slightly against the doorframe. She could see his thick length was already half-hard after watching her bathe. Fuck. She grinned misheviously as she replied, “But I think I could use a hand in here if you’re willing to help me out.”
The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a cocky expression. He made his was slowly towards the shower, enjoying the way she gawked at him as he moved. “I suppose I can endure the sacrifice, I’m sure you’ll make it worth my while.” He stepped under the warm water with her and stared down into her eyes as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
Emma felt the heat pooling in her core, relishing the way he was looking at her, all hungry and primal. She could feel him hard and ready pressing against her stomach. She instinctively dropped her hand to caress his balls, all propriety and decorum lost in the moment. She was desperate for him, overcome by a thirst that only he could quench.
Drake groaned at her touch. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, hard and wet kisses full of desire and lust. His hands skimmed her sides up to her breasts, thumbs gliding over her nipples and tweaking them gently, causing her to writhe against him. Feeling her response only invigorated him more and he pushed her back against the shower wall before deftly dropping to his knees.
Emma quivered in anticipation, locking eyes with her husband as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. He ran soft, gentle kisses up her thigh and then over her abdomen, eyes never leaving her gaze. She squirmed and panted, waiting for the delicious torture she knew was coming. He gave her one last smug grin before plunging his tongue into her center.
He tickled her entrance, kneading her ass with one hand as he pulled her closer to his mouth. She couldn’t suppress the loud moans escaping her mouth, lost in ecstasy on his tongue. He moved to her nub, gently licking and sucking it while inserting two fingers inside her. She tried to steady her breathing as they found their rhythm, but soon she was began to boil over in pleasure. She gripped his dark hair and pulled him to her, riding his mouth until she couldn’t take it any longer. She screamed his name repeatedly as her orgasm hit her, the word eventually dying on her lips as she came down.
Drake kissed her thigh once and then twice as they steadied their breathing. As he stood up his erection grazed her belly, causing a jolt of desire to run through her veins again. She grabbed his face and smashed her lips to his, savoring the taste of her pleasure in his mouth. Her hand dropped again to his manhood, grasping it firmly and stroking him. His hips bucked in response, his hands gripping her hips with need before swiftly turning her to face the tiled wall. She pressed her backside against him in encouragement as he found her entrance with his tip. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his right hand palming her breast as he slowly entered her. He waited a minute before moving, allowing them both time to adjust. When she pushed back against him he took her signal and began moving in and out at a steady pace. They moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of him filling her completely. But as his left hand dropped to find her clit, Emma couldn’t contain herself any longer and craved more of him. “Fuck me.” She moaned. “Fuck me hard, Drake.”
That was all the permission he needed. He thrust into her in swift movements, his fingers tickling her from the front. She leaned over further allowing him to plunge deeper as she felt her second orgasm approaching. Their movements became urgent and sloppy as they both neared their releases. Once Emma felt the wave of pleasure beginning to surge once again, she reached her hand through her legs to caress his balls as her body began pulsing on him. The unexpected contact was all it took to send him over the edge with her, spilling himself inside her and calling her name.
They stood there pressed together for a few moments, then gradually straightened up as they regained consciousness. Drake placed warm, wet kisses down Emma’s neck before turning to the showerhead to start rinsing himself. He turned to look back at her over his shoulder, with a sated smirk on his face, before extending his hand to usher her to the water with him.
“Get over here, Mrs. Walker. I think you need a shower now because you are absolutely filthy.”
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