Protecting What's His(36)

“Strip,” he said.

His tone warned her not to protest. She didn’t want to. Before she lost her courage, Ginger reached around and unzipped the dress, letting it slide down over her hips to pool at her feet, completely exposing her body to him. She pressed her palms against the door behind her so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover herself.

Derek paused in the act of unbuckling his belt, his green eyes darkening until they appeared almost black. Her body readied further under his starved look. “Christ. I wish I had enough self-control to taste every inch of you.”

He pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, stepped out of them, and moved toward Ginger so fast, she gasped. Back pressed against the door, she let her gaze drop to the hand gripping his heavy erection, stroking it from root to head.

“Are you wet enough for me, Ginger?”

Before she could answer, he guided his cock between her slightly parted thighs and through her cleft, dragging the head achingly slow through her wetness. He growled near the top of her head, circling her clitoris with the engorged head. But he pulled himself away just as quickly, making Ginger whimper in protest.

He produced a condom and slid it down his imposing length. Then he dropped his hands to Ginger’s ass and lifted her against him, lodging her between his body and the door. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

He groaned when Ginger did as he asked, cradling his erection with her softness. “The first time is going to be hard and fast. Do you understand? This is what you do to me.”

Then he pushed inside her with such force, the door behind her shook on its hinges. Tears sprang to Ginger’s eyes and she cried out, the sound mingling with Derek’s strangled groan. Pain sliced through her, sharp and quick. Clinging to his shoulders, she prayed for the discomfort to subside as their harsh breathing echoed through the still bathroom.

Derek froze against her, chest heaving. His eyes held the unspoken question. Completely stripped of her defenses, she couldn’t hide the answer.

Regret washed over his features. “Oh baby, no.”

“Please,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His voice sounded strangled. “Do you really think I could now, even if I wanted to?”

His already-stiff muscles bunched under her fingers as she stroked his neck and shoulders. Having Derek stop now when they’d come this far would devastate her. She laid kisses along his collarbone and his neck, entreating him to continue.

Despite the sting she’d experienced when he first thrust into her, the way his erection filled her so completely thrilled Ginger. There was pleasure to be found in the pain, she discovered. Impaled by Derek’s hips against the hard surface of the door, Ginger shifted slightly in an effort to assuage the building ache.

“Hold still.” Punctuating his order, Derek’s hips drove her into the door once more with a powerful thrust. “Fuck. Fuck. Just give me a goddamn minute.”

“No. I can’t. Derek…please.” Her thoughts had scattered with the movement of his body inside hers and disjointed words began to fall from her lips. The pain remained, but she found it manageable when paired with the promise of something more just beginning to present itself. Still sensitive from her own touch during the car ride, she knew that if she could just move a certain way against Derek, she could use his body to find release.

Ignoring his request to remain still, she circled her hips over Derek’s, moaning without restraint when that needy part of her slid against the smooth base of his erection buried deep inside her. She tightened her thighs around him and worked her lower body into a rhythm, concentrating on finding her pleasure. She felt wild. Starved. For him. For this. She wanted to slow down and savor the moment, but her body wouldn’t allow it. Only a few more grinds of her hips…. Her head fell back on her shoulders, anticipating her climax.

Derek’s hands gripped her bottom, his fingers digging in painfully. The friction she’d craved was taken from her and she moaned in protest, pulling on his hair in frustration.

“No, no, you tight little virgin. I’m not going to let you off so easily. We’ve barely gotten started.”

Holding her body still against him, Derek dipped his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth and drew on it greedily. Hot pleasure shot through Ginger, spreading through her belly and lower. She desperately needed to move, to rediscover her rhythm, but Derek wouldn’t allow it. After licking and sucking her nipple to a peak, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same torturous yet reverent treatment. Ginger moved restlessly against the hard surface of the door, needing him to stop. Needing him to never stop.