Author’s Note: Another fun Drake and Emma fic fulfilling some fic requests. I’m sorry I just can’t get these two to keep their hands off each other lately! 🔥💕👏🏻💥
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Drake heard the faint sound of water running in the distance as he rolled over, smashing his face into the pillow to block out the subtle light escaping from under the bathroom door. In his sleepy stupor, he recognized the smell of Emma’s soft floral body wash wafting through the room, a small smile forming on his lips as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance deeply and drifted back to sleep.
Some time later, the soft click of the armoire opening signaled his wife’s presence in the room. His eyelids fluttered open and his eyes met the frame of his statuesque wife standing in front of her closet perusing her clothing quietly. She was clad in only a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra, her dark hair swept up in a sophisticated chignon. Even in his groggy state, he immediately felt the desire tingle throughout his body as he admired her. “Hey you …” he muttered softly.
She turned around to meet his gaze with a gentle smirk on her lips, eyes gleaming with affection. “Good morning Duke Walker.” Her voice was soft and low as she walked over to him and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, running her hand up his arm before leaning down to meet his lips in a quick kiss. “I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet. I didn’t mean to wake you.” There was an apologetic look in her eyes.
“No, I’m glad I woke up … I wanted to see you before you left.” He studied her face, her flawless complexion accentuated with subtle eye makeup and lip gloss. “You look beautiful.” He whispered, stroking her forearm with his fingers.
Emma rolled her eyes and scoffed at his compliment. “I’m not even dressed yet, Drake.”
He chuckled under his breath and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Exactly.” He had a devilish look in his eyes as he pulled her closer to him, reaching up to stroke her cheek softly. “Come here.”
Emma felt the flutter of excitement in her belly as she leaned down to meet his lips again, this time lingering in the kiss. He emitted a low groan as her mouth opened slightly, her tongue tickling his lower lip as the kiss deepened. His hand woveinstinctively in her hair and coaxed her closer, his other trailing up her side to trace the skin around the lace cups of her bra. The tantalizing contact sent a thrill of excitement through her body, and suddenly she was wishing she could forget her obligations for the day.
“Mmm, Drake we can’t.” She mumbled into his mouth. “I have to stop before you make me late.” She reluctantly pulled back to gaze down at him, her mind willing her to stop while her body wanted anything but that.
“But you’re so much fun to touch.” Drake trailed his fingers along the skin at her waist, enjoying the look of conflict on her face as she struggled internally. “Can you really blame me for wanting my gorgeous wife?” His hands glided up her arms to grip her upper arms firmly, pulling her against his chest before swiftly rolling her over and pressing her underneath him into the mattress.
She exhaled a giggle at the rapid transition, quickly losing the willpower to stick to her responsible guns. Her lips found his again, sharing hot messy kisses as he gripped her wrists and pinned them on the pillow above her head. He began pressing soft nips along her jaw, behind her ear and down her neck as he held her down. “You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move. Stay in bed with me, Em.”
Emma lost herself in his touch for a few moments, relishing the feel of his rough fingers as they slid down her belly and then lower still. His hand grazed the front of her dampening panties and pressed against her aching nub, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core. He stroked her at a leisurely pace and pressed his hard length against her thigh, causing her to writhe beneath him, helpless to his torture as he continued to hold her hands down. “Mmm, eager are we, Em?” She could feel Drake’s hot breath on her cheek as he taunted her.
“Ye- yes, Drake. Although you better make it quick befo-“ Knock knock knock. They both stilled and turned to the door, silently hoping that their interruption was just a hallucination. But no.
Knock knock knock. “Duchess Emma … “ Gladys spoke in a formal sing-song voice. “The car will be here shortly.”
Emma sighed loudly and Drake grumbled something under his breath. She took a calming breath before replying “Of course Gladys, I’m almost ready. I’ll be right there.” There was a look of remorse in her eyes as she brought her focus back to the man perched above her, pinning her down. “I’m sorry Drake, I wish I could stay here in bed with you all day … but I need to go.”
Drake released a long frustrated sigh as he shifted to lean back on his heels, releasing her from the playful restraint. He put his hands on his hips while she pushed herself up on her elbows to peer at him. He looked down and gestured at his erection, a look of equal parts arousal and exasperation upon his face. “You can’t just leave like this. What am I supposed to do with that?”
Emma cocked a brow in amusement as she sat upright, reaching a hand to rub him through his boxer briefs. He moaned at her touch, thrusting his hips into her palm. “Well, now I know you’ll be excited to see me tonight.” She slid off the bed and waltzed over to the armoire again, extracting a simple black sheath dress and slipping it on. She walked back to the bed and turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder playfully. “Zip me please?”
Drake’s hormones were pulsing through his body, pooling in his nether regions and aching for release. How could she just walk away during the middle of that? Was she not as desperate for him as he was for her? He zipped her up quickly before flinging himself down on the bed in a huff, cock still engorged and pointing to the ceiling. A sly grin spread across her lips as she knelt down to place a quick kiss to his forehead. “I promise to make it up to you soon, Honey. I swear it will feel like no time at all.” She winked and nipped at his lower lip before standing up straight, giggling as he groaned at the sensation. “I love you, Duke Walker. I’ll see you very soon.”
“Wuvutoo.” Drake grumbled grumpily, staring at the ceiling and feeling defeated. He heard the door open and then close behind her, followed by the click of her heels on the marble floors as she departed.
His breathing calmed after a few quiet minutes, but his body still tingled with desire. He looked down at his still half-hard dick … It wouldn’t hurt to take care of myself, would it? He mused. Besides, I’ll last twice as long tonight when she’s back, which I’m sure she won’t mind at all …
He slid his boxers down his legs and kicked them to the floor, now resolved to take matters into (quite literally) his own hands. He settled back against the sheets and closed his eyes, summoning up the image of Emma squirming beneath him just moments ago. His hand wrapped around his member, making a few short introductory strokes before appying additional pressure and twisting his wrist at the head. He increased the pace gradually, slowly losing himself in the pleasure as his breathing became ragged. He was rapidly approaching his climax, oblivious to his surroundings as his hand stroked up and down his shaft-
He didn’t hear the click of her heels as she approached this time, nor did he hear the door open and shut softly behind her. But he did hear the amused tone in her voice when she made her presence known.
“You just couldn’t wait until tonight, could you?” Emma questioned flirtatiously, startling Drake in the midst of his self-love activity. His cheeks flushed as he scrambled to grab the sheets and wrap them around his waist while Emma admired his little show, her arms crossed. “Well, please, don’t let me interrupt … feel free to continue on your own. I just spilled” she raised her fingers in air quotes, “my tea all over myself and I was hoping maybe you could help me change.“ She cocked her brow at him mischievously. “But you seem a little busy right now, so I’ll just try to get out of your way quickly.” She pressed her lips together, trying to fight back a smug grin.
Drake’s embarrassment slowly faded as he recognized the teasing tone in her voice. “Are you done yet? Because the clock’s ticking for your little wardrobe change.” His eyebrows waggled suggestively as he patted the empty space on the bed beside him.
Emma chuckled and shook her head, tugging the zipper down her backside and shimmying out of her dress before leaving it in a pool around her ankles. “Alright, now where were we, Walker?” She snuggled under the sheets beside him, her surprised shriek echoing in the room as Drake proceeded to pounce her. He picked up where they left off, peppering kisses down her body and swiftly removing her remaining undergarments, unwilling to waste this perfect opportunity a second time this morning.
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Author’s Note (continued): A few weeks back I opened up the asks for new prompts and (as always) @choices-pinacothecasent me another challenging request. She asked for one fic that combined three prompts from three genres: Fluff #9 “You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.”, Angst #25 “You can’t just leave like this.”, and Smut #13 “You’re so much fun to touch.” And this is wear my naughty mind went – it actually wasn’t as hard (pun intended) as I would have thought. 😂