Did you know, in middle school I was painfully shy. So shy that for two months I didn't talk to anyone, not even Mom. Even though I knew everyone in the school since I could remember, I couldn't bring myself to start a conversation with any of them. That was the loneliest I've ever been in my short life.

So when Drake dropped me off right on time Sunday the 3rd I told him the day between us meeting up again would pass in a breeze. It was only nineteen days. If I could do two months this was going to be a piece of cake.

By day six of the nineteen I was eating my words. By day eleven I felt like I was going through hard core withdrawals from my drug of choice, him. By day seventeen I gave up on sleep and all preconceived notions that everything was ok. Barely making it to class in time wearing dirty sweats and oily hair.

We talked on the phone at least twice a day. Sending more text between us than a preteen girl talking about her secret crush to her friends. Filling every moment with thoughts of him, or listening to his voice, obsessing over touching him.

Drake could tell from my voice each day something was wrong. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't keep my falling mood from showing in my voice. Feeling alone and desperate for his more with each new day was mental, and I couldn't stop it. Each time he asked me the cause I just said I missed him. Which wasn't a lie, but those three words couldn't cover the depth of my feelings.

Drake, bless his heart, tried everything to lift my mood as soon as he noticed. On day 5 he sent me a gift box delivered to my apartment by messenger. Inside the box was tissue paper covering the items in the bottom with a small note placed on top. His message was short, but he gave me my first clue about where he was taking me on Spring Break.

'B is for beautiful, bubbly, bringer of light, and blue my favorite color to see you in. Also the first letter of our destination in 14 days.'

  Under the tissue paper was a bottle of sand, a picture of Drake and I from the Hamilton performance. The photo caught us both gazing into each other's eyes unaware of the camera. Under those was a deep blue two piece bikini. The top was a tube top with ruffles fabric along the bust and bottoms with string tying it together on the side.

On the 10th day I was sitting in my Advanced Anatomy class when a knock came at the door to the classroom. After the professor answered it he was soon moving back into the room inviting the guest inside. The visitor was dressed in a candy stripper uniform holding a bunch of roses in one hand and a basket filled with candy bars in the other. The entire class stared at the pair as the professor pointed to one of us and the delivery man started up the stairs. Whispers and sighs of disappointment erupted with every row he passed up.

  Finally he stopped at the end of my row. Giving the few girls on my row a questioning look. "Abbie Black?"

  I raised my hand slowly. My face flaming with all the attention directed at me. The candy stripper gave me a smile then handed the basket of candy over followed by the bunch of roses. I read the card that was sitting amongst the candies.

  '9 Roses, 9 Bars of chocolate, 9 days till I see you again. DM. PS Enjoy Angel.'

  I look back at the candy stripper with a questioning look. Answering with only a smile before opening his mouth and letting the first note free.

  Dear God No please!

  I slid down in my seat as far as I could go. The candy stripper started singing 'At Last by Etta James'. Embarrassment quickly turned to mortification praying the ground would open up and swallow me whole right then. The entire class erupted in applause when he finished, and I was used the distraction to send a lovely text to Drake.

'I'm truly thankful for the thoughtful gift, but dying for the embarrassment! That happened during my class!'

  Drake sent me a message back right away. He told me he was sorry I was embarrassed, but I know deep down he isn't. And asking me how I liked the chocolates. I looked at the 9 different candy bars. Several of them I hadn't heard before. 2 of them were advertised in another language I didn't understand. The biggest two was my favorite, giant Hershey Bars. I told him all of this asking if their was something more to it.

  His reply was creptic. I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out the answer.

  'They are only sold together in the place we are going on vacation.'

  After that I lost all hope in ever getting sleep again. I missed Drake. His touch, taste, and simply illegal things he does to my body. The puzzle ran through my head every waking moment. While his body replayed our times together in my dreams. Every morning I woke up frustrated more than the day before.

  Wednesday morning 2 days before we were suppose to meet I was awake turning off my alarm before it could even go off. I rubbed the grit from my blood shot eyes then got out of bed and dressed for school. Not bothering one bit of my sweats were clean or my hair hadn't left the knot on top of my head in three days.

  I sluggishly made my way to the front door opening it and stopping before I could take one step outside. Taped to the front of my door was a white envelope with my name boldly written in the center. I snatched the letter down and closed the door. I opened the flap on the back pulling out the heavy card from inside. Drakes message had me looking around the empty room of the apartment in paranoia.

'I thought you said you could handle these 19 days, they would go by in a breeze. 2 days left and I'm worried you've stopped taking care of yourself. Dirty sweats and greasy hair aren't allowed on my trip. Be strong my Angel, we both can make it. I'll see you Friday at noon out side of your science building. Don't worry about packing a thing I'll take care of everything. So go back inside and take a shower. No more wallowing your starting to scare Mel. D'

  A smile slowly started stretching across my lips. The first real one in days. It warmed my heart that Mel talked to Drake about my downward mood swing. The best of friends not stopping till she gets to the bottom of my problems anyway she can. I laugh at that and head back to the bathroom following Drakes orders.

  Friday morning I woke up refreshed for the first time in weeks. Giddy with excitement as soon as I jumped from my bed getting ready for my last day of school till April. I took extra time in the bathroom getting ready. My hair was shiny with lose curls hanging down my back, and makeup light and basic.

  I put on a silver maxi dress with three quarter sleeves, a black leather jacket to block the wind, and black leather thigh high stiletto boots. A perfect spring outfit for both cold and warm weather.

  I found my passport putting it into my purse just in case I needed it then I got my book bag and headed to school. My three morning classes seemed to crawl by. I didn't think the clock would reach noon at all. When the bell finally chimed I was the first person out of my seat sprinting for the door.

  Since I moved to New York City there have been a few moments that reminded me how my upbringing was sorely different from the people who call this city home. In my hometown the stretch limousine in front of the school would draw the whole entire student body as a crowd.

  Here in New York the students didn't even spare it a glance. I ran up to the door barely holding myself together long enough for the driver to open the back door.  With a foot of space between the open door I turned my body and swan dived through the door.

  I landed with an umph my body hitting tough leather while my head landed cradled in Drakes lap. The back door shut closing us in and killing the sunlight streaming in my eyes. Once the black spots cleared from my vision I looked up with a blinding smile. Drakes smile matching my own.

  Neither of us spoke while we took the other in. Soaking up the feeling of being in his arms again. How strong his body feels under mine. The feeling of absolute safety I get in his presence completing me. The limousine starts moving taking us to our destination, but my body is locked in the moment with him.

  Finally Drake breaks the moment leaning down to capture my lips in a slow kiss. His lips barely touching mine savoring the feel and taste after so many days. I open my mouth giving him free access to within, but he doesn't. Keeping his movements shallow and full of meaning.

  We share our air between us till it runs out making us break apart. Drakes onyx eyes are glowing a dark shining promise of forbidden desire. I rubbed my legs together to clear the fresh cream I had coming from my bare center from it all.

  Drake let out a husky laugh as his thumb stroked along the curve of my cheekbone. His gaze so intense on the motion of his finger he let one word slip from his closed lips. "Mine." 

  My cheeks heated up making them a nice rosy color instead of spreading along the entire top half of my body at his declaration. I put my hand on his that was rubbing circles on my cheek keeping his gaze I told him back. "Yours."

  "I've missed you so much Angel. 19 days is to long to go without seeing your beautiful smile, touching you perfect body, and tasting your sweet honey." His words serious with a hint of desperation.

  I kept my answer light trying to take that look off his face. "You've got me For he next 10 days. Let's see if you're still saying that later in the week wherever your taking me." Sarcasm dripping from every word, but my curiosity can't be masked about finding out our destination.

  Drake let out a small chuckle placing a kiss to the top of my forehead before helping me sit up in my seat next to him. He tucked me into his side pressing every inch of our body's together. He wove his fingers through mine absentmindedly running the pads along my skin. His good mood continuing, happiness coating his words.

  "What am I going to do with you My Angel? Do you hate my surprises that much?"

  I quickly turned to face him panic clearly showing on my face. "Absolutely not. I love all your surprises. Even men singing me Etta James in the middle of my anatomy lecture."

  His smile turned cocky sending me a wink. "I know. You just can't resist me."

  My mouth dropped open with a loud pop at his teasing. I could feel the color in my cheeks start to change to embarrassment. Pushing the feeling back I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I moved slightly placing my lips over the pulse beating in his neck sucking hard on the flesh.

  Once the area turned a deep purple I opened my mouth a little wider then bite down. Hard enough for all my teeth to leave their mark. Drake let out a groan that sounded more like a growl. His hands tried to hold the back of my head pushing my face against his flesh, but I stopped and moved back stopping him.

  I kept my eyes cast down staring at the mark on his skin. I lightly ran the tips of my fingers along the dented marks from my teeth. I felt a shudder run through Drakes body and smiled.

  "Sir I believe you promised you would tell me our destination when we saw each other again. Here we are. I was just asking the question at the right time."

  Drake laughed bringing me back into his side. "Your right Angel. I did say something like that. Please forgive me. Right now we are going to a private airport. We should be there in another 15 minutes. We have a Jet we are waiting to catch."

  I squealed and clapped my hands like a school girl. "Really? That's so awesome I've never been on a plane before."

  "A Hava Yollari is no plane Angel. It's a jet. One of the best on the market." Pride evident in his voice.

  "Well then. It looks like you need to spend the rest of the time teaching me the difference between a plane and a jet, please?" I gave him my puppy dog eyes, and he caves rather quickly.

  We pull up outside a gate leading to a runway right as Drake finishes. Once security gives the all clear the limo starts moving. A minute later I get my first glimpse of the jet were taking. Black medium sized with about ten windows on the outside of the hull. The paint job shinning so brightly in the sun almost blinding me.

  The limo pulls to a stop with the back door lined up with a small red carpet leading to the steps of the jet. Drake opens the door not waiting on the driver to come around. He gets out then reaches in to help me out of the car. He holds on to my hand as he leads us up the stairs of the jet. When we reach the first step he drops my hand placing his on the small of my back giving me a push to go first.

  I climb the four steps heading into the cabin quickly. Blinking my eyes to help them adjust from the outside sun. When I finally make out the interior my jaw drops. Dark wood floors and accents throughout.

  Their is a brown couch on one wall and two oversized recliners on the other. A small four person table covered by a glass top sits in the back corner. A hallway opening beside it. The space fits Drake perfectly, dark and creamy.

  Drake comes into the room after me and directs me to the recliner further from us. He sits down first in the oversized chair pulling then pulling me down into his lap before reaching inside the seat for the seat belt latching us in.

  "Really? I wanted to see what was in the back before take off." I silk holding the seatbelt up for emphasis.

  "You can Angel, just not right now. We are only going to be here another five minutes to load the bags then it's time for take off. I figured you would want to spend more time that that checking out the bed and bathroom back there. Am I right?" A devious smirk dances across his lips.

  Holding my irritation in I cross my arms over my chest and start ignoring him. Moments later a man in a pilots uniform came to the back addressing Drake. The man fixed two glasses of champagne setting them down by him. Then he says everything is ready for departure and goes back to the cockpit.

  Moments later both jet engines fired up with a low hum. The jet starts to vibrate slightly as the turbines pick up speed. Next was the ding from the fasten seatbelt sign. Then the jet started rolling into position.

  My leg started bouncing with nerves only stopping once Drake places his hand over my knee. He brought his other arm around my middle pulling me back into his chest. Then like a slingshot the jet was moving down the runway climbing through the air. My ears popped once we reached altitude and Drake released the seatbelt when the sign went off.

  He placed both hands on my hips picking me up from his lap then getting up himself. He took my hand pulling me toward the back of the jet.

  "Come on Angel let me give you the full tour."

  We went down the hallway where a small galley kitchen was the first thing I saw. A small fridge, microwave, and sink with a few cabinets for storage. The first door we came to opened up to a full size bathroom with a walk-in shower for two and double sinks. Their was a small linen closet in the corner. Turning the light off and closing the door we stopped in front of the only other door on the aircraft.

  I was impatient to see the rest. Not waiting on Drake I put my hand around the knob getting ready to open the door. Drakes hand engulfed mine stopping me. His body was molded to my back as he whispered in my ear.

  "Since this is your first time on a plane how about we knock out another first for each of us, and join the Mile High Club?"

  I swung around facing him as best I could sealing my answer with a kiss. I'm like a starving man eating away at his lips. Shocking him into giving me the upper hand for once. I smile in victory a second to soon. Before I know it I'm flying through the air landing on my back in the soft bed. Drake pouncing on me quickly.

  Our lips fuse together while our hands scramble desperately to pull the others clothes from their body. I get his tie over his head then I hear a few buttons go flying from his shirt as the pop off from me ripping it open.

  Drake breaks the kiss long enough to pull my dress over my head before I can even touch his belt buckle. He made quick work of my bra before tearing the underwear from my hips exposing my bare sex. He laughs an evil sound running his fingers along my juicy folds.

  "God I've missed you so much Angel. Everything about you, but the thing I've missed the most is your....SCREAM!"

  I do just that as he slams three fingers into my core. In and out at a fast pace circling and stretching my opening and insides. Next comes a fourth finger to pump a few more stretching thrust. Then all five squeeze past my opening making a fist inside my walls. A moan all the way from the bottom of my feet loudly from my mouth. My boot covered legs falling open on the bed.

  Filled and stretched like never before. My sex turned the pain into a dark pleasure. His wide and solid grip touched every nerve inside my body. My juices flowing from my body like water from a garden hose.

  My eyes rolling to the back of my head till all I can see is the whites of my eyes. My lust filled mind taking over sending my conscience some place in the dark. All my focus on the push and pull of his arm in my core. 

  When my walls start shaking signaling I'm about to cum with no way to stop it Drake stops moving his fist inside me. Opening up a cabinet at the head of the bed I hear liquid squirt from a bottle. Then I feel something cold touch my back passage. He uses a finger to rub lube into the muscles along the opening relaxing them for him. He doesn't stop the entire time he talks.

  "By the time we get done with our vacation you will be ready to take me in here, but no time soon. First we have to start small. Now when I push in I want you to bare down and push back."

  He placed the tip of his finger at the opening to my rear then gently slide it inside. I was so full and on the edge sweat started running down my overcharged body landing in pools. The dark pleasure keeping me on the knifes edge.

  Keeping his finger covered in my ass and his fist still in my core I was out of my mind with the pleasure. Neither moved for several moments before finally both started to move. First core then ass, one not moving till the other was almost out of the opening.

  Pain turning into a pleasure that took me so high tears were streaming down my face. I can feel the fire under my skin consuming me from the inside out. Delirious and my mind checking out, mumbled pleas falling from my lips.

  Drake finally giving me that one glorious command. "Cum."

  I black out from the intensity of my body shattering. I feel Drake remove his fist from my core and replacing it with his dripping erection. Each thrust sending aftershocks through my system. Before lone Drakes calling my name shuddering through his own release.

  Drake collapsed on top of me catching his breath before rolling over bringing me onto his chest. He placed a kiss to my head and I close my eyes about to pass out for good. Fighting be damned.

  "Go to sleep Angel I got you. I'll wake you up once we touch down in Bali."

  I was out before I heard him finish.

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Soooo.....what do you guys think?!?! The next few chapters are full of visual aids for your enjoyment! Hopefully they will take y'all on Abbie and Drakes journey right along with them!

I'll see y'all the same time Friday! Till then vote, comment, and let me know what y'all think of The Sinful Delight Series so far!!!!!

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