"I fucking hope it does." And just like that, his mouth found her again.
His kiss was soft at first, then harder, deeper, and before long his tongue coaxed her mouth open so that he could taste her further, so he could push and pull along with her until she whimpered for more.
Whether she was shaking from anxiety or pleasure she didn't know. All she could say for certain was that she didn't want it to stop. That this man, who was her friend-her best friend-was making her feel like no man had ever made her feel before.
And it was pure, unadulterated bliss.
Before long his mouth found her neck and he sucked the hollow below her ear until she arched into him, wrapping her arms around his back and dragging her nails lower so he could feel her pleasure.
He groaned softly, kissing her deeper and licking his way down to her collarbone and back again.
Come on, she wanted to say. I want you. Please.
But she couldn't bring herself to end the foreplay, either. Convinced somewhere in the back of her mind that the second she pulled away their senses would return to them and she'd be forced to turn him down. To never feel his thick need inside of her.
Still, the urge to feel his skin was too strong to ignore. With a quick pull, she tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Then, just as quickly, she wished she hadn't.
How had she never noticed that Derrick had a body like that before? How on Earth had she been walking around side by side with this man who looked like he'd been chiseled from marble?
His rippled muscles shone in the dim light and as he bore down on her again, she had to fight the urge to push him back so that she could stare at his impressive form.
"Jesus," she whispered, but he didn't hear her. He was too busy burying his head in her hair, trailing another row of kisses all the way down her neck until he reached the top of her cleavage.
He kissed the small space just above her breasts, then looked down at the clasp of her front-closing bra and up at her face. Heat rose to her cheeks and she knew what he was thinking, what he was asking.
Shakily, she gave him a single nod.
Then, just like that, his teeth were on the clasp pulling it down over her breasts, her stomach, until it snapped and she was laid bare to him, the thin scrap of her panties the only thing keeping her from complete nudity.
Derrick reared back, then in a throaty voice, he said, "You're fucking gorgeous. Nobody deserves to see you like that. Nobody but me."
She blinked, not sure what to say, but just as quickly the moment had passed and his hands were on her chest, tweaking one nipple between thumb and forefinger while he took the other into his mouth and sucked.
His teeth scraped over her sensitive cherry tip, and she shivered, arching into his chest, willing him to travel lower or, at the very least, to pull his pants away and let her see what she was longing for.
But no. Instead he focused on pleasuring her chest, massaging her breasts with his palms and flicking her stiff pink peaks until she wondered if a woman might be capable of coming without a man going anywhere near her vagina.
But no, it wasn't enough. She needed more. Needed him to feel the raising ache between her thighs, to quell the need that was quickly becoming rapturously insistent.
"Derrick," she gasped, and he looked up at her, one dusky nipple still between his lips, and smiled.
Just like that, her heart melted and she writhed beneath him, giving over the last shreds of doubt until her hands were buried in his hair, following him as he moved lower still, to the space she was longing for him to explore.
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head as his rough fingertips caressed the insides of her thighs.
"Derrick, she rasped his name again, and then the thin fabric was sliding down her thighs, past her knees, past her calves, and a cool rush of air filled the space between her legs.
She parted her legs easily, and though she waited for the warmth of his touch to consume her again, it didn't.
Instead, he paused, gazing down at her like she was the most beautiful piece of art he'd ever seen.
"Is everything okay? If it's too fast we can--"
He held up his hand. "Everything is perfect," he said. "I just have no idea how you were in front of me this entire time and I never saw you. I must be the biggest idiot in the entire world."
Heat rose to her cheeks, and then his fingers were trailing along the inside of her thigh, back and forth from her knee to the space she longed for him to touch. With every stroke, he got closer, teasing her until she rocked into his hand, begging for him to make his move.
"I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life," he said, and then, finally, his thumb flicked over her sensitive bundle and he added, "Or a more beautiful pussy."
She moaned as his finger traveled lower.
God, who knew a single finger had the power to make her body convulse and fall apart? That a single touch would have her squirming for more, have her breasts aching to be touched again, to be savored.
"It's so pink and pretty. And wet." He pushed a single finger inside and she gasped, careful not to scream.
"Oh, Jade, I'm going to need to have you again. Somewhere we can be alone. Somewhere where I can hear you begging for my cock."
"I..." she tried, but no words came out. Her head was too fuzzy to string them together. It was simply too filled with him. With what he wanted. With what he might do next.
With when he'd finally poise himself over her and take her.
But then, if this was what a single finger did to her, what would happen when she had all of him? When he was buried to the hilt?
She could only imagine that she'd become completely and utterly undone. And still, she couldn't bring herself to mind.
Without another word, he lowered himself to her sex, lavishing her with his tongue up and down until she bucked against him. A fresh rush of heat rolled over her sensitized skin and his hands pressed into her hips, she rocked against his mouth, willing him to taste her deeper, to circle her clit. To suck. To have it all.
"I need, I need," she gasped but the words wouldn't come. "Derrick," she tried again, but then his mouth was on her sensitive bud at last and, just as quickly, he thrust a finger inside of her and she splintered apart, thrusting against him as he moved in and out. She wanted more, wanted everything, and still the world was falling apart around her.
With one hand she caressed the back of his neck and with the other she tried her best to hold on to the sofa, the floor, anything that might tie her down to reality.
She closed her eyes tight, as another roll of pleasure washed over her body and she whimpered, needing him more than ever before. Maybe if she could just get him to sit back, get him to let her pleasure him, she could get ahold of herself. Or maybe she should stop all together.
But no, it was too good to ever think of stopping.
"Jade," her voice was a deep rumble and she felt the burst of his breath against her skin.
"Yes?" she whispered.
"I'm going to take you now," he said, and then he was standing in front of her, unzipping his pants and pulling a condom from one pocket. Slowly, he rolled the rubber over his impressive length and she shivered just looking at him. She'd never been with a man that big before. Hell, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been with a man at all.
"I'm..." She tried to find the words. "I'm scared it might..."
"I'll be gentle with you. Don't worry, love."
Hearing the words alone was enough. She relaxed against the cushions, waiting eagerly for him. For the weight of his body against her chest. For the heat of his flesh against her own.
But when it finally came, it was even more than she could ever have imagined, like an sizzle of electricity passed over her with every inch of his skin, overloading her circuit board until she shook and shivered and writhed.
"Yes," she hissed, and then he took himself in hand and teased her opening.
"Jesus, you're so wet for me."
"Just for you," she whispered, and he cupped her chin again, pulling her into another long, deep kiss as he slid into her waiting heat. Inch by inch, she stretched to accommodate him, but even with his length she was surprised that it didn't hurt.
Far from it, every little bit of him ratcheted up her pleasure until her toes curled and she spread her legs wider, needing to feel him as deeply as he could go.
"Derrick," she sighed his name against his lips and he answered with another stroke, this one even deeper than the last.
"Oh, oh," she choked out, and he smiled against her mouth as he kissed her again, taking her bottom lip between his and nibbling ever so gently. She swept her tongue out to greet him and he answered in kind as he pushed into her again and she arched her back into him.
He was so hard, so deep, and she longed to hold onto this moment when she could take in every little inch of heat, of breath, of passion. Soon, she knew, it would be gone, swept away by her need to feel him harder and faster, by a reckless abandon that was already building inside of her and threatening to consume her whole.