“Of course I’ll have you. In true Della tradition, I say that I have you in the VIP room,” I say. I watch his eyebrows knit. “Or would you prefer our couple name be Elerek? I mean that sounds awful to me, Della works at least…” I stop babbling because Derek is already carting me off toward the VIP room and the need for babbling long since passes when you can get 12 inches of Prince piped right inside you. Who needs to talk over that?
My heart is so light, so happy now that I have to make a joke. I mean, there’s a certain absurdity to the situation I just can’t leave alone. I think the way Derek is so over the top is really one of the best things about him. I’ll never have to question what matters to him again because he practically has a sign around his neck. “Most men can’t get away with proposing like that so soon after they were sniffing the crotches of other women.” Okay, so I still have some tease left in me and like he’s earned this by sniffing the panties of every stripper in the kingdom.
But I’m also yanking off my clothes like I have a personal vendetta against them or something because I need to be bared skin against Derek’s mouth, his body, his cock. I crave him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. Even the few seconds it takes to pull off my clothes is maddening.
“Well, I’m not most men at all.” Derek laughs, tearing off his own clothes. Watching him unwrap my package – those eight-pack abs, those defined muscles in his thighs, his firm pecs, and of course that magical, massive, monster cock? Damn, my mouth is watering at the sight of him.
We both get completely naked as quickly as we can. We don’t have time to waste! There’s already been too much time apart, and we both know it, so we run toward each other. When we meet, we’re a wet mess of kissing and fondling each other, a tangled mess of lips and hands and hips, all pressing together, desperate to connect. Our bodies are moving with a desperation like we were lost at sea. In a way, it was exactly like that, having tides pull us apart and being unsure of how to find each other or what direction we were even going in. I never want to be lost like that again. I’ve found everything I desire in loving Derek, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again.
And I know that he feels the same way because I know what he did to get here! No man would go through all this trouble, and resist the quite obvious temptations, if he didn’t really care. Any woman would practically kill to be his, and he knows that. But Derek wants me. I want him.
“You certainly aren’t.” I press my lips against his but rather than kiss him just yet, I relish the feeling of his warmth on my lips. I know that he’s mine. I stroke up and down his arms and savor the sensation of him, and finally start to kiss him. He's tender and patient for a few seconds before the wellspring of passion he’s certainly been saving for this moment threatens to burst.
Derek needs me so bad that we aren’t even getting horizontal. He backs us up against a wall and lifts one of my arms over my head with one hand and one of my legs with his other hand. His knees spread my thighs apart and he slides into me. His cock fills me up so tight and completely that a low moan escapes my lips at just the sensation.
Derek fucks me against the wall so there’s absolutely no give in his unrelenting thrusts. No man has ever made me feel claimed or owned before, and I’ve never even wanted that, but the rough yet tender way he’s slamming into me and marking me as his makes me literally swoon at the idea of being his forever.
His mouth is over mine but we’re both breathing over each other’s lips, sucking in air by the lungful and trying to keep up with the furious intensity of our arousal.
“Fuck I want to be inside your pussy forever,” Derek moans, burying his face in my neck. His hands grip my hips and he slams even harder and deeper into me.
I take my now free hands and lock them behind his neck, holding him close to me. “I was made for you, Derek. I love you so much!” I cry out, the sensation of his teeth on my neck sending shivers through my body.
I start grinding my clit against him while he pumps into me, and the effect is almost instant. I’m tremoring, covered in sweat, a slick sheen shimmering all over my body.
“Hold tight,” Derek says, and I comply so that he can carry me over to the couch. It's silly, but after all of the stress of our separations, I’m all warm and gooey inside when he holds me, when he says such mushy things like hold tight, even if he means it literally right now. Still, I'll hold tight to him so he can move me and fuck me like only he knows how. And I'll hold tight to him in my heart and never let him go. He pulls his cock out of me and puts me up on my knees so that my back is to his stomach. His hands close over mine, fingers entwining. His cock strokes into me.