Author’s Note: I got this idea as a follow up from the hot little story Wasted Opportunities (you guys asked for it!). Of course, I wrote it, so I made sure Emma wined and dined her man before she had her way with him. 😉 This also incorporates (finally!) @viktoriapetit’s NSFW fic prompt for #14 “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?“ I hope you enjoy this hot little story and thank you for reading!
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Drake gazed out over the side of the balcony onto the lush green valley, the moonlight dancing off the churning water in the river below. The sound of summertime crickets added to the melody of the soft music streaming in from the parlor just inside. The soft breeze tickled his cheeks with the cool air, the heat of the day fading away to a comfortable, almost relaxing even, temperature. Although it was only his first summer here in Valtoria, he was already excited to spend the rest of his summers here. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, the tinkling of ice against the sides, before inhaling deeply and taking a long draw. He heard light footsteps approaching and turned to find Emma standing in the doorway wearing a flowing maxi dress, the light from inside accentuating her silhouette. Yes, everything was perfect here in Valtoria.
“Hi, sorry you’ve been waiting. My meeting ran late and I wanted to freshen up before dinner.” Emma approached him at the banister and accepted the welcoming kiss he pressed to her mouth as he leaned down. She snuggled under his arm and placed her own arms around his waist as she looked out over the horizon. “My god, it’s a beautiful night, isn’t it.”
Drake smiled and looked down at her, running a thumb across her cheek. “Yes it is, Mrs. Walker.” He spoke in a low voice, causing Emma to blush as she met his affectionate stare.
“Dinner!” She blurted out. Drake’s brows shot up in amusement as she continued. “I have a special dinner planned for you.” She grinned up at him as she grasped his hand and led him behind her along the terrace.
Drake observed the light and shadows bouncing off her dark hair in front of him as she coaxed him along playfully. They rounded a corner and Emma stopped, turning to watch him as he studied the spread set out in front of them. A plush blanket was spread across the stone floor of the terrance, a large wicker picnic basket situated on one corner of the fabric. There was a bottle of white wine on ice and a new bottle of whiskey set beside the basket. Candles of all shapes and sizes adorned the outskirts of the blanket and along the banister, emitting a warm glow around the setting. Drake looked down at Emma, who was waiting with bated breath as he took in the surprise. “What’s all this for?” He asked curiously, unable to stifle a surprised grin.
“Well, we’ve both been so busy and we haven’t spent much time together lately, so I wanted to plan a romantic night in.” She smiled sweetly up at her husband while he processed the scene. “I thought a starlit picnic was right up your alley, Walker.”
He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Heh, it’s perfect … although you know you had me at romantic night in.” He put extra emphasis on the last word ‘in,’ a naughty gleam in his eye.
She giggled as he bent down to nuzzle into her neck, pressing gentle smooches along her bare shoulder. “Okay, okay … let’s not get ahead of schedule. Can I interest you in a refill?” She escaped his embrace with his empty glass in hand to pick up the whiskey bottle and motioned for him to sit down on the blanket.
“Alright, so what comes next on this schedule of yours?” He mocked playfully as she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down across from him.
Emma took a long sip of the crisp, cool Sauvignon Blanc and closed her eyes to savor the subtle flavor before swallowing it down. She lifted her eyelids to find Drake watching her patiently with a smirk on his lips. “Now, Mr. Walker, we eat. And we talk. And we enjoy each other’s company for the first time all week.” She knelt forward across the blanket to place a chaste peck to his smirking mouth before digging into the picnic basket and distributing the food.
About an hour later, the two of them were sprawled across the blanket facing each other, picking at the remnants of roast chicken and vegetables on the platter in front of them as they chatted. It felt so good to just be together without any obligations or motivations, to just enjoy each other and the conversation like when they had first started falling for each other. Every once in a while their hands would graze each other’s as they retrieved another nibble of food, but each one was careful to keep a polite distance as the conversation progressed. However, the dialogue was definitely starting to take a more flirtatious and carefree turn after Emma’s second glass of wine.
Emma had just finished telling Drake a story from Savannah about Bertrand’s unsuccessful attempt to potty-train Bartie, and the two were rolling in laughter at the boy’s hilarious antics. As the laughter died down and Emma caught her breath, Drake admired his wife running her finger along the rim of her glass carelessly with a small smile on her lips. “I could watch you all day, you know?” He spoke with affection, although he couldn’t hide the hunger in deep in his dark eyes as she met his gaze. She placed her palm down against the smooth material of the picnic blanket and reached for his hand, which he took graciously, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Funny you should say that … “ she muttered softly.
“Hmmm?” Drake could barely hear her, pulling her hand to his mouth to place soft kisses along her wrist.
“Nothing … I was just saying it’s getting late. Perhaps we can take this to our room?” Emma quirked her eyebrow at him suggestively.
“I like the way you think, Mrs. Walker.” He leaned forward to capture her lips in a sensuous kiss, eliciting a soft moan from her in response.
After they had cleaned up and blown out all the candles, Drake went ahead upstairs to their room while Emma returned the basket to the staff in the kitchen and thanked them. She entered their chambers, closing the door behind her to find that Drake had already set up the romantic ambiance in the room. She chuckled, remembering the first night they made love during the Homecoming Ball, when she felt a pair of arms snake their way around her waist as Drake pulled her back against him. “Mmmm, what took you so long?” He muttered against her neck before nipping her earlobe, his hands exploring up her belly to knead her breasts beneath the silky fabric of her dress.
Emma giggled as her feisty husband moved her hair off her shoulder, gently sucking the bare skin down her neck and across her upper back. “Drake, can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”
Drake sighed and pulled away. “If you must.” His dark eyes twinkled in the dim light of the room as Emma turned to face him. She scanned his body head to toe while she grasped the bedpost for balance, unbuckling one and then the other shoe. He stood before her clad only in his boxer briefs, waiting patiently, candlelight gleaming off his broad shoulders and tan skin. Just one look at this beautiful man and she was about ready to tackle him to the bed and have her way with him.
“I see someone is awfully presumptuous tonight.” Emma raised a brow at the sight and mocked him playfully. “What if I just want to cuddle and go to sleep?”
“I’m hoping that’s not the case.” He spoke in husky voice as he stepped forward, his hands again finding their way to her waist. He trailed his fingers lightly up her sides, delicately teasing her skin through the fabric and eliciting a shiver from her in response. He leaned in, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, nibbling her flesh between words. “So tell me Em … what do … you want … tonight?” He cupped her breasts, tracing his thumb along the swell peaking out of her dress, moving achingly slow.
Emma’s head fell back as she relished his strong hands and hot mouth on her body, grasping his hair in one hand to pull him closer. For a moment she wanted nothing else besides this sensual torture, the coolness on her skin as the air met the damp trail of kisses along her collarbone. Then her mind returned to the sultry image that had been replaying in her mind, over and over for the last week, causing her to moan with desire and anticipation. “I want to watch you.” She whispered under her breath, the hunger in her voice overpowering her nervousness.
Drake didn’t stop, continuing to kiss down her chest, pulling down the neckline to take one of her pink nipples in his mouth. “What do you mean?” He mumbled against her breast before freeing the other one. “Watch me what?”
“Last week, when I had to leave quickly, but I spilled my tea and came back … and I saw you touching yourself.” Drake paused as he listened, lifting his head to meet her stare with a curious expression. “Ever since then … I just can’t stop thinking about it.” Emma bit her lip nervously. “It was actually really sexy.”
Drake raised an eyebrow as he pondered her request, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty pooling in his abdomen. “It was?”
“Yes … very.” Emma hummed, tracing a finger down his bare chest and hooking it in the waistband of his briefs. “I want to see what you like.”
Drake felt his heart pounding in his chest, hungry for more of her touch but undeniably aroused by her proposition. “I think you know I like you. But if that’s what you really want …” He looked around confused, unsure where to go, whether to sit or stand. “I don’t even know how this works … I just let you watch?”
Emma grasped his hands in hers and placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “You just relax and get comfortable, I have an idea.” She grinned reassuringly and nodded towards the bed. “Go lay down.”
Drake leaned in, kissing her gently before separating, a look of uncertainty spread across his brow as he settled into the bed. “Now, tell me …” Emma started, a naughty smirk on her lips. “What were you thinking about when I walked in last week?” She reached to tug down the zipper on the side of her dress, pulling the fabric down slowly to free her bare breasts and slide over the curve of her hips.
“I was thinking about you.” Drake replied gruffly, attempting to mask his physical response to her exposed figure.
“Gooooddd…” Emma giggled at her husband’s lackluster effort, now even more determined to make him to enjoy this new experience. “What were you thinking about doing to me?” Her hands skimmed up her abdomen, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples gently as she slid onto the foot of the bed in front of him. Directly in his field of view.
Drake cleared his throat as he observed her in front of him, taunting him with her little show while his hands itched to reach out and grab her. “Umm, I wanted to kiss you … “
“Where?” Emma questioned flirtatiously as her hands drifted lower. “Did you want to kiss me here?” Her hand slid into her satin panties, gliding over her wet crease slowly. Drake muttered an incoherent response while he squirmed on the bed watching her, his erection throbbing against the material of his boxer briefs. Emma eyelids drooped, her own desire building as her gaze skimmed over the bulge straining against the fabric. “Show me …” she whispered, “Show me how you do it. Please.” She continued stroking herself at a languid pace, enjoying the look of hunger building in Drake’s eyes.
Drake growled softly as his lust took over and, throwing his inhibitions aside, pulled his boxers down to release his engorged length. He gripped it firmly in his palm, slowly beginning to stroke it up and down, rolling his thumb over the tip. Emma felt a thrill as she watched him pump into his hand, the warmth in her belly growing stronger as her own juices coated her fingers. Drake’s pupils darkened as he picked up the pace, emitting a low hum in the back of his throat. “Take them off.” He spoke in a low, commanding voice. “I want to see you, too.”
Emma triumphantly hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down gingerly as he watched, continuing to thrust his hips rhythmically. She shimmied out of the garment and crawled across the bed to lay beside him, close enough so that their arms brushed each other once her hand ventured back down into her damp folds. She could hear Drake’s labored breathing as she met his dark stare, a soft moan escaping her lips as she saw the raw hunger behind his eyes. She ran two fingers over her wet slit before plunging them inside, her other hand moving to tickle her sensitive nub. Drake’s eyes fell to where her hands were occupied, emitting a primal grunt at the tension accumulating in his grasp as he watched her pleasuring herself. Although he wished those were his hands causing her to writhe beside him, he couldn’t deny how extremely intimate and erotic this was.
Emma enjoyed the obvious effect she was having on her husband, watching his eyes widen at the sight of her hands moving against her sex. Her gaze roamed down his torso, focusing on the tiny bead of moisture accumulating at the tip of his length, biting her lip to suppress the urge to lean over and lick it off. Her body was pulsing with pleasure now, the illicit thrill of watching him along with the friction of her hands bringing her closer to the edge. Her head fell back and her eyes closed, a wanton moan escaping her lips as she gave in to her orgasm. “Oh, yes … Yes! Drake!” Her back arched as the wave of pleasure came crashing over her, then slowly she straightened as the residual aftershocks pulsed through her core.
“That was fucking hot, Em.” Drake growled beside her, approaching his own release. He observed the satisfied grin spreading on her face as she peered up at him catching her breath.
Emma saw the familiar dazed look in his eyes and rolled to her side, curling her fingers in his thick hair. “Show me, Drake.” She purred, lightly tracing the nails of her other hand on the sensitive skin along his upper thighs. After all the visual stimulation, the slight physical contact was all it took to reach his climax. His eyes slammed shut and he leapt forward to press his mouth to hers in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. The sound of his groan was muffled against her tongue as he wrung out every last of his pleasure from his trembling manhood.
After cleaning himself off, Drake lay back against the pillows with his eyes shut waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal. Emma perched herself up on an elbow and studied him, admiring his sated expression proudly. “So, it was pretty bad, huh?” She stifled a laugh.
Drake shook his head but didn’t open his eyes yet. “You know it is very unbecoming for a women to give her husband the ‘I told you so’ lecture immediately after sex.” He dropped his head to look over at her and shifted his weight to lie on his side.
Emma rolled her eyes. “But you did like it, right?” She asked timidly.
Drake chuckled. “Well in case you missed the finale, I obviously did.” Emma quirked her brow in amusement, shaking her head at his jest. “But yes, it was pretty hot. It was different and exciting, although I did miss touching you.” He stroked a lock of damp hair from her forehead and locked eyes with her affectionately. “Did you like it as much as you hoped?”
“Yes, I think I did. It was definitely sexy and … educational.” She snickered as Drake’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Educational? Really?”
“I maaaayyy have picked up a few new tricks watching you … you’ll just have wait and see next time.”
Drake shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and looked at her with a devilish gleam in his eye. “I don’t know … it’s hard to outdo the original. I have been practicing that since I was twelve.”
Emma’s jaw dropped and she scoffed at her usually tame husband’s dirty joke. “Ach! Naughty boy!” She swatted her hand against his chest in feigned shock.
Drake caught her hand and pulled her to him, capturing her mouth with his and wrapping his arm around her waist. “I only want to be naughty with you, Mrs. Walker.” He murmured against her lips.
“Good.” Emma replied, placing a quick peck to his nose before tilting back to beam into his eyes. “Me too.”
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