Free Kitchen Affairs by Brooke Cumberland

–D.S.
     
    Stunned, I dug in the envelope and found a little blue box. I opened it and inside sparkled two heart-shaped diamond pair of earrings. They were flawless. I stood there sp eechless, staring at the diamonds like they were gold.
    “Holy…” Michael stopped himself before finishing realizing Stella was next to him. “Do you know what those babies are?”
    “Gorgeous!” I glowed.
    “Those are Tiffany & Company platinum ten carat earrings!” Michael exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “Wow, Mols. That man has it bad. For you!”
    “Over ten carats? Wow…” I just stood there shocked. This was an extremely expensive gift for just meeting Drake a week prior. It was starting to feel rushed, but part of me just wanted to enjoy the moment, even if it seemed surreal. Breathe, Molly breathe.
    I decided to wear a pink sweetheart neckline nighty with a string bikini underneath. Although he said to only wear the earrings, there was no way I was answering my door naked with a four year old in the house. Besides, it’d be more fun having him rip it off me. Ahhh, Drake ripping my clothes off… yes, please.
    I heard him knock at exactly ten. Damn, he’s punctual. I answered the door as seductively as I could, hoping to arouse him. He stood there with brown dress slacks and a blue button-up shirt. With his sleeves rolled up, and one of his hands in his pockets, he looked so desirable.
    More like Stunning.
    “Good evening ,” he smiled, biting his lips as he eyed me up and down.
    I gestured for him to come in and shut the door behind him. “You like?” I asked as he watched the lace rub against my legs.
    “I do,” he answered smoothly. “But I recall requesting you to only be wearing these,” he lifted his finger up pointing to my earrings.
    “I know. ” I took his hand in mine leading him to my bedroom. “I thought it’d be more fun to have you undress me…”
    His eyes shot up, surprised that I was going along with his little game. He lifted me up off my feet and carried me into my room locking his eyes on mine. It was like a thirst we couldn’t get enough of. I wanted more. He wanted more. I needed more.
    “How flexible are you?” he asked , setting me on the bed.
    “Ummm… I used to do gymnastics until I was fifteen,” I answered confused at his question. What exactly did he want me to do?
    “Good,” he said smiling back. “Now, let’s have some fun getting this off you,” he motioned to my string bikini.
    He leaned in and slowly kissed me. His hands placed on each side of my face breathing me in. I could feel the heat forming between us. It was uncontrollable. I was uncontrollable.
    He climbed on top of me, edging his legs on both sides of me. He moved his hands down to my legs and parted them. He ran his fingers up my thigh and into my panties. I moaned in his mouth as he teased me. More, Drake… I want more.
    “Shhh, baby… I’m taking my time with you,” he pressed into my ear. I arched my head back desiring more of him.
    He move his lips down my neck, and over to my ear, tonguing my new diamond earrings.
    “Now every time you rub your ear, you will feel a reminder of me,” he teased into my neck. I remembered the first time I did that in front of him , and he asked if I was nervous. It was a nervous tick I developed when I was younger, and I wasn’t always aware I was doing it. Now he knew, and I was exposed.
    “Drake… please,” I begged him for more. I was ready and anxious for him. He was making me crave more and more of him. The longer he kissed and touched me I burned for more.
    “Just relax baby. I’ll take good care of you,” he promised.
    Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. He touched and kissed my body on almost every surface. He took his time with me, making sure he pleased me as much as possible. It was almost too much. After the fifth time, I begged him to stop.
    “I can’t move,” I whined in his ear the next morning. My legs felt