For once she didn‘t want to stop herself. His other hand gripped her behind and massaged it, squeezing and caressing it. She moaned into his mouth and his hand left her hair to travel down the column of her throat. He traced the swells of her breasts over her bra as he stared into her eyes. Both of them were panting for air and couldn’t seem to stop what they were doing even if either of them wanted to. His lips caressed her lips again briefly before trailing down the side of her throat and to her earlobe to gently nibble it before moving farther downward. She felt him push her towards the bed and she eagerly complied. She crawled backwards on it, never breaking contact from the heat of his mouth.
His tongue ran across her skin where the bra stopped and her breasts began to tingle with excitement as her nipples puckered into hardened little peaks. She gasped as he slowly lowered the straps on each side. She looked up at him and watched as his eyes traveled over her breasts. They rose high and proud and her nipples became even harder as he bent his head to take one into his mouth. He sucked the nipple gently and then harder and harder.
“Oh, Derek.” Her head fell back against the pillows. His mouth traveled to her other nipple and he sucked and nibbled at it for a little while before leaning up and taking her mouth again. His hands wrapped around her body and cupped her ass. He lifted her up and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his erection as it poked at her most primitive parts, pushing through the very thin layer of her lace panties. He looked down at her and she smiled as he slowly slid her panties down her legs and off her body, freeing her from all of her clothing. He sat back on his heels and stared over her body.
Ciara began to feel a little self-conscious as he stared down at her body intently. She began to sit up as she pulled her arms across her body. She felt his hands on her arms pulling them away as his words reached her ears. “Don’t hide yourself from me. You are beautiful.”
Ciara looked up into his eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair and down her jaw line. He leaned over and took her lips with his again. That time he kissed her with a desperation and passion that she could only match with her own.
She kissed him back with everything she had as his hands left her face to travel over her body. She felt his hand as it slid across her chest, massaging her breasts and plucking gently at her nipples. She couldn’t help the deep moan that came from her lips when he pinched one a little harder. The sensations she felt were unlike any she had ever known, she was alive and she was happy. He shifted his weight slightly and she felt him laying half on her and half on the bed. At some point he had freed himself of the clothing that had binded him as well. She felt his hands move down her thighs as he kissed her once more. She opened up to him, giving herself over to the pleasure he gave her. His hand was between her legs and he was lightly petting her folds.
“Open for me, Ciara.” He looked down at her and the intense passion in his gaze had her sucking in a sharp breath. He ran his middle finger through her slit and she gasped again at the contact. He grinned down at her briefly and before she knew what he was doing, he had his mouth on the inside of her thigh, nibbling her skin. He made his way down to her slit and took a long swipe of his tongue across her folds. She bucked against him and moaned loudly again. He did it again and then again. Her body was on fire. Hot and burning. He took her with his mouth. She felt like she was going to come apart at the seams and she started writhing even more.
“Oh Gosh! Please! Ahhh!” She didn’t even know what she said or if it was even English. She just wanted release. She needed release and fast.
Her hands gripped his shoulders and then she ran her hands over his head, lightly scraping her nails gently on his scalp. She could have sworn that she heard him purr with excitement when she did it. His lips trailed back up to her breasts where he suckled them a couple more minutes.
He stood then beside the bed and looked down at her. She took the time to look at his body then and he was perfect. His legs were muscular and his chest smooth but that wasn’t what caught her attention at the moment. Her eyes trailed to the small patch of hair and followed the trail to where his manhood sprang forward from a nest of dark curls. She sucked in her breath as she looked and she sat up then went to her knees in front of him. She smiled up at him.
“You’re perfect, Derek,” she whispered.
He began to chuckle but it soon died on his lips when her hands circled around his length. She got used to the touch of him and he moaned deeply when she began to move her hands up and down his length. Over and over she explored his length with her hands and marveled in the feel of him in her hands. His hands dived into her hair the minute she leaned forward to lightly lick then kiss the head.
His moan reached her ears and made her smile even more as she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth, sucking it as hard as she possibly could with its large girth in her mouth. She felt him move then and pushed her back on the bed once more.
She began to whimper as he laid her back on the bed and then she looked up into his eyes. They were as crazy with need as she felt at the moment and lying down, she held her arms open to him. He eagerly went into her arms and began kissing her again. They kissed over and over as their tongues met and danced a seductive dance of passion. She moaned deeply as his hands began to pull and pinch at her already sensitive and engorged nipples. When she didn’t think she could take much more, she felt him lean over her. He spread her legs wide and looked down at her as he began to push his length inside her.
There was some burning, for it had been quite a while since she had been with anyone. With the amount of time that had surpassed and his size, she gasped with the addition to her body. He kissed her deeply again. She felt herself began to relax and breathe when he was enveloped fully inside her. She looked up at him and panted as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. She moaned and lifted her hips to thrust against him. She needed him to move. He began to slide in and out of her body slowly. She tossed her head back and forth on the ground in frustration with his increasingly slow pace.
“You can’t know how good you feel, Ciara. Tell me what you want.”
“Faster. PLEASE!!”
He slammed into her fiercely and she gasped at the sensation it gave her. “Better?”
She couldn’t say anything. Words wouldn’t come forth. It was as if everything was stuck in her throat and she only wished that he wouldn’t stop what he was doing. “Please.” This time it was a small whisper that came from her lips.
His thrusts became more intense and harder as he took her. He sat up on his heels and gripping her bottom between his hands, he brought her up to meet his powerful thrusts. Ciara felt herself come apart in a massive orgasm and he kept on slamming into her over and over. Finally when her second orgasm hit her and she screamed out, he went over the edge with her and emptied himself inside her. He fell down to the blanket beside her, breathing hard as he leaned up on an elbow to look over at her.
Chapter Nine - Derek
As Derek had suspected, Ciara was different. She wasn’t like the other women he had dated and went out with, and she definitely wasn’t what he usually found himself buried inside. She was more. Much more than he thought. He didn’t know what he had just gotten himself into. He knew he felt something shift inside him deep down, he also knew it would only bring trouble in the end. He wasn’t the settling down type and she most definitely was. Perhaps he was wrong and she lived in the moment with him. Either way, they had two nights of loving and learning more about each other. He would relish every minute, just in case they found themselves drifting apart anytime soon.
He stood, watching her sleep; the caramel color of her skin made him want to touch her, he loved the smoothness of her. He especially loved the way she felt beneath him, hot and moving. Again he felt the passion rise up within him. They had to head home that day. He thought back over the last two days and he smiled. It had been full of adventure and excitement. The night before, they had made s’mores and sat in a hot tub together before making love. He had to talk to her… explain why every night she woke to found him awake and working. She would understand, and be supportive. There was no doubt about that. She always gave 100% to everyone and everything she did. He flinched as he felt the familiar guilt creep in. She should be someone’s wife, someone who could love her. He was too full of demons, but someone needed to be with her and to keep her safe.
Just thinking about it made him angry. He was torn between the battles that were raging in his head. Either way, what he needed to do was take a step back before she wanted more from him. He wasn’t sure how to do that, but he had to try. She took that moment to roll over in a tangled mess of sheets and she was naked to the waist. His grip tightened on the mug he was sipping from as he allowed his eyes to feast on her beauty. He wanted to touch her and taste her but anything more and he wouldn’t be able to come back from it, and that wasn’t an option.
He made his way back into the kitchen and started making breakfast. His motions were focused and deliberate. It was the only way to keep from running back into that room. He needed to have something to focus on, and food he could handle. Even still he wasn’t able to relax until he heard the shower come on, she was up and getting ready for the day. He knew what he had to do, but he was dreading it. At least he had a few hours before he had to worry about it.