14. Drake

The soft glow of streetlights illuminates the quiet neighborhood as Emma approaches my house. I've been watching for her and am relieved to see her gorgeous figure gracefully making her way across the street.

I feel a mix of excitement and anticipation, my heart beating a little faster with every step. Tonight is the night I'm cooking dinner for her, and I can"t wait for her to see what I have in store.

I feel bad for snapping on her last night at the game. I was frustrated and took it out on her when I shouldn't have. I understood why she left without me. I am grateful she understood I needed space and let me have it.

The door swings open before she even has a chance to knock. "Emma, welcome! Come on in."

She steps inside, greeted by the inviting aroma of spices and herbs wafting from the kitchen. The dining table is set for two, adorned with flickering candles that cast a soft, intimate glow. I put on a Spotify playlist with slow jazz music to set the mood for us.

"Wow, this place looks amazing," she says, taking in the charming decor.

"Thanks. I wanted tonight to be special."

"So, what"s on the menu?"

"Ah, that"s a secret for now. I hope you"re ready for a culinary adventure."

I effortlessly move around the kitchen, my movements precise and confident. She leans against the counter, enjoying the show as I chop, sauté, and blend ingredients with the skill of a seasoned chef.

"Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Survival," I chuckle. "My grandma used to teach us a lot over the summers, but otherwise it's all from YouTube videos."

"Oh, I remember your grandma's chicken and dumplings, they were amazing."

"I have the recipe, maybe I'll surprise you with that another day."

"I'm here for it," she giggles, a soft melodic sound that makes me smile

I continue to cook, a towel thrown over my shoulder as we talk. I turn around and move behind her. I purposely brush up against her, allowing her to feel what she does to me. My hand runs over her hips as my pelvis rubs gently against her butt.

She closes her eyes and smiles. I kiss her neck and then quickly go back to cooking.

"So, Emma," I say, stirring a rich sauce on the stovetop, "tell me your favorite cuisine. I might have to use that information against you someday."

"Ah, that"s classified information. You"ll have to work for it."

"Challenge accepted."

As I set the table, she steals glances at the culinary masterpiece taking shape before her eyes. The vibrant colors and enticing aromas promise a feast for the senses.

Dinner is served, and we settle into our seats, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on our faces. Emma takes a bite of the chicken parmesan. I watch her reaction with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.

"Good?" I ask, a playful grin on my face.

"This is a revelation … a burst of flavors that dance on my taste buds. You might have a future as a chef, you know."

"Well, a man"s got to have multiple talents, right?"

"I'm surprised my dad and uncle haven't stolen you away yet."

"They don't know about my skills. It's good to have some secrets."

"Is it?"

"Not bad secrets, but I can downplay my skills."

Our conversation weaves seamlessly between bites, effortlessly transitioning from light banter to deeper topics.

We finish dinner and she starts to clean up the dishes.

"Stop," I say firmly. "I will take care of that later. Let's go out to the back porch."

"Back porch?"

"You'll love it."

I offer her my hand. I lace my fingers in hers as I grab a blanket off the couch and lead us outside. The back porch is completely wrapped in glass panels. There is a gorgeous brick fireplace in one corner, a comfy couch and soft rugs thrown down on the wood.

"This is incredible."

"I'm glad you like my design and build."

"You did this?"

"Absolutely. I love to sit outside, under the stars and reset with nature. It's something I missed a lot when I lived in New York. The panels slide out and mesh screen panels take their place in the summer."

"I'm impressed. What a perfect spot for coffee in the morning and for tonight."

"I thought you'd enjoy it."

The floor in front of the fireplace has various pillows and blankets thrown down. There is a projector screen set up with a Netflix home page on the screen.

"Is this one of those Netflix and chill moments I hear so much about?"

I throw my head back and laugh as I lead her to the couch. "That's up to you, Miss Emma."

"What movie are we watching?"

"We'll choose now."

We sit on the couch, I grab the remote and begin flipping through the menu. A few minutes later, I begrudgingly pick a romcom for her benefit. I start the movie and pull her into me.

The movie plays on and she snuggles closer. I can"t get close enough. I shift and she glances up. I take her chin in my hand and lean forward to kiss her sweetly.

She climbs into my lap.

This is much better than watching it on the big screen.

Her fingers graze gently against my cheek, feeling the subtle roughness of my unshaven stubble. I deepen the kiss.

Her hands roam across my back, caressing every inch of my skin with a touch that ignites sparks of desire within me. She melts into my lap, craving to be closer.

I begin kissing her neck softly, featherlight touches as my hands move down to cup her butt. I move her into a better position, giving her full access to the bulge that is trying to rip through my pants.

Oh God, that feels so good. I need to be inside her.

My hands slide under her shirt and up her back as I find her bra and unhook it. In one movement I pull her shirt over her head at the same time that my mouth finds the curve of her full breast.

"Mmmm, that feels amazing," she breathes in my ear as her hands play in my hair.

My hand goes up to grab a fistful of her hair, I tug her neck back gently before my mouth goes up to her neck again.

She lets out a soft moan before rocking against the bulge in my pants. Her hands go down to my crotch.

"I need more."

"No, no," I tease in a husky voice.

"Drake, I need you ..."

My mouth encircles her nipple, my hand gropes the other full breast my thumb running across the nipple while my tongue makes the same motion on the other one.

She whimpers.

"That"s amazing."

She rocks against me, the torturous light touches go between pleasure and pain. Testing the waters and it seems to be fueling her.

"Settle," I warn in a taunting voice.

My mouth and hands stop what they"re doing and she whimpers. I smirk before going back to the sweet torture.

As my mouth and hands explore every inch of her body, she's lost to the sensations of pleasure and desire.

She is putty in my hands.

I stand while holding her, before gently letting her put her feet on the ground.

My fingers trail down to the waistband of her pants, and with a swift motion, I pull them down, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The cool air hits her heated skin and she gasps, the shiver running through her body only adding to the pleasure.

My eyes never leave hers as I slowly start to unbutton my pants, each click of the button making my heart beat a little faster. Finally, I pull them down, my erection springing free, hard and ready.

Just how I like it.

She starts to drop to her knees, I grab her by the back of her neck.

"No, Ma"am."

She whimpers and makes a pouting face. I chuckle.

I pull her in for another kiss, all the while slowly dropping us to the ground and the mound of pillows and blankets I had strategically placed there.

Looking deep into her eyes, I position myself slowly entering her. The sensation is profound, all-consuming, as she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I groan and thrust into her, the sensation causing her to arch her back and cry out.

"You feel so damn good," I breathe as I maneuver until I find her G-spot.

"Mmm, there it is."

"Oh, fuck me."

"I"m about to, baby."

She giggles and I slam myself inside of her.

"Yes," she moans. She sits up and gazes directly into my eyes. "I need you to fuck me hard, Drake. Please." I nod, a small grin playing on my mouth.

"With pleasure, baby."

I lean forward and kiss her hard before I pull away. I drive into her. The force causes her to cling to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pound into her with a fierce intensity.

My mouth finds her neck again, my hot breath making her wetter. My hands grip her hips, moving her in rhythm with my powerful thrusts.

The room is a blur around us, the world melting away as we become one in this primal moment. I can feel the heat building within me, an intense sensation of pleasure and need.

I groan as I slam faster and deeper into her, the head of my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over again. I can feel the orgasm building, the tension within me coiling tighter and tighter.

"Oh God, Drake, I"m going to come!" she cries out, her voice echoing in the room.

I lean forward and she wraps her arms around me as I bury my face in her breasts. I take a nipple in my mouth, licking and nibbling at the same time. The sensation sends her tumbling over the edge.

"Oh God, yes, yes!"

"Give it to me, give me that orgasm, Emma, don"t hold back."

She screams my name as she climaxes, every muscle in her body tightening, the pleasure almost overwhelming. I thrust a few more times, my release filling her as I groan, my entire body trembling.

We lay there on the pile of pillows, our bodies still joined, our backs sticky with sweat. She draws circles on my skin lightly as we both try to calm our beating hearts.

We didn"t even finish the movie. But right now, I couldn"t care less.

I gently disentangle myself from her, and pull her close, wrapping my arms around her.

"That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice still shaky.

"I couldn"t agree more," I reply, kissing her neck.

We lay there for a while, just enjoying each other"s presence. And as she snuggles closer to me, I can't help but think that this is perfect.