Free Fire & Ice ~ The Drake Legacy: Book One by Kari Wray Page B

body.  
    I sucked his velvety lower lip fully into my mouth, then bit on it, only lightly, a little playful nip.  
    “Hey!” he said, surprised.  
    Just then, the cab pulled up, outside a glitzy high-rise.  
    “I thought …” he began, “that you might want to come in, for a nightcap?”
    “Why not?” I said in my most sultry voice.  
    I had completely sobered up now, and it felt like I was using all my energy not to betray my nerves at what lay before us.  
    I wanted this to be perfect.  
    It had to be.  
    We walked through the silent lobby, Xander greeting the bored, tired doorman, and then we stepped into the gilt-edged elevator. Xander punched in a number, 415. And as soon as the door slid closed, we started kissing once again; this time with even more of an animal ferocity than before.  
    I felt his hands cupping my buttocks, just as I’d imagined them doing only a week previous, and I sucked urgently on his tongue, knowing that soon, very soon, I would be able to explore the rest of his body with my eyes, my hands, my mouth …

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    There was no time to fully take in his apartment, other than to register that it was tastefully decorated - if perhaps a little minimalist − and that he was obviously wildly, insanely wealthy. (Although I could have guessed that part already.) Before I lingered any longer, we were through to the bedroom, and I turned to him, taking him in, drinking him in with my hungry, eager eyes.
    I could smell his cologne and make out the slight darkness of his five-o-clock shadow.  
    He drew me urgently and forcefully toward him, and I opened my lips, closed my eyes once more, as his tongue quickly probed my mouth, and I felt his hands closing urgently around my hips, his fingers sliding my dress up around my waist.  
    He pulled his lips away from mine, then leant in again and began kissing my neck, his lips so impossibly hot and full that they caused a delicious tingling feeling against the naked goose-pimpled flesh of my collar bone and clavicle.  
    “Oh, Xander!” I gasped, unable to help myself as his right hand began cupping my breast through my dress and bra, causing a faint buzz of pleasure to swarm and mingle in my stomach.  
    Without warning he knelt down on one knee and began kissing, making his way in light pecks up my thighs and then his mouth came to rest – over the top of the silky red thong – on the little mound of my pulsing swollen clit hood. With a grunt, he tugged the small strip of red material aside and licked at my bare sex with his eager hot tongue, as I ran my fingers through the shiny, silky black curls of his locks, mussing them up, as I pushed my legs open as wide as they’d go so that he could further nuzzle and lap at my dripping, yearning pussy.  
    I could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying himself, too, as he was making muffled but pleasurable little grunting noises as he sucked and licked at my sex.  
    With his mouth still clamped around my clit, he brought two fingers up to my hole, slipping them inside me with ease and gently beginning to fuck me with them as he sucked my tingling little nub hard between his lips.  
    “Oh, oh!” I gasped, feeling the orgasm build in huge, sudden waves inside me, my knees turning to jelly and my hips bucking as I came hard against his mouth, my pussy even squirting a little – something it had only done once before, a long time ago, as I’d toyed myself with a hairbrush as a horny teen in my bedroom.  
    When my orgasm was over, I fell back against the edge of the bed, my legs trembling, while Xander got proudly to his feet, wiping the dripping slickness of my juices off his dark, stubbled chin and then licking the remaining drops from his fingers with an eager smile.  
    “Finer than champagne!” he exclaimed, giving me a cheeky, sexy wink.  
    I couldn’t help laughing too, my nerves and worries completely dissolved now, replaced by a white-hot animal lust.  
    “Now it’s my turn,” I