The sounds of his mouth devouring her became intoxicating, a wild beat in her head as she came with the speed of light, hard and heavy, letting the heat rip through her body and crying out as her head thrashed against the arm of the sofa.
It left her panting and gasping for air, her muscles tight, almost painfully rigid. But Derrick soothed her with the palms of his hands, letting them caress her skin in circular motions until her hips relaxed back into the couch.
Lifting her to a sitting position, he brushed his cheek against hers and whispered, “Condoms. A deal’s a deal.”
Martine fought a whiny groan, her hands running the length of his arms, delighting in the tight muscle. “Please say you have some, or I might be forced to MacGyver this and use the Saran Wrap in the kitchen.”
He barked a laugh, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose before scooping her up in his arms and throwing her over his shoulder. “In the bedroom,” he growled as she giggled against his back and gave his adorable butt a pinch.
Derrick stopped beside the bed, letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor and she was staring up at him, his blue eyes sparkling.
He made his way over to the nightstand on the opposite side and Martine watched him move with a sigh. He was, of course, as chiseled and honed to perfection naked as he was fully clothed. His shoulders were wide, his waist lean, his hips narrow, with those damn delectable creases that led to his hard cock, just thick and long enough to make her mouth water.
His movements were graceful when he opened the drawer to his nightstand and held up the condom with a grin of triumph. With a chuckle, Martine wiggled her finger at him and pointed to the floor in front of her, eager to touch him, anticipating the moment he’d be inside her.
Derrick didn’t waste any time, he hopped over the bed and sat on the edge, patting the space beside him. With a flat palm, Martine pushed him to his back and sprawled beside him, sighing when their skin met, grasping his cock and taking her first pass of his hard length.
He moaned, shifting his weight on the bed, jutting into her hand as she cupped his balls and gently massaged them. A small shaft of light shone between the heavy drapes, falling over his muscled thighs, thick and sprinkled with fine hair. Martine’s throat tightened at the sight of him lying on the bed, all hers for the taking.
Leaning over him, she was dizzy with desire, her chest tight as she licked her lips anticipating the slick, hot glide of tongue over flesh, loving the way he thrust his hips.
She let her hair graze his cock, draping it over the rigid flesh, enjoying the sharp intake of breath Derrick took as she lingered, allowing only her hot breath to caress him.
His hands reached for the strands of her hair, entwining his long fingers in it, pulling her closer until she took a long, slow swipe of him, loving the silky-hot texture of his skin.
Derrick’s groan rang through the bedroom, his lower body bolting upward as Martine took her time, circling the head of his cock, licking it with quick, light skips of her tongue.
Her hands cupped the heavy sac of his balls as she teased him with her mouth. His shaft was hot and sweet when Martine finally enveloped him fully and he clutched her head tighter, her slow descent making the muscles in his legs tense and bulge beneath her hand.
Gripping both thighs, she kneaded them as she settled between his legs and allowed Derrick to glide between her lips of his own accord. The surge of his hard flesh left her wet, hot, trembling as this enormous man shuddered beneath her touch.
Derrick pulled out of the hot cavern of her mouth with a harsh pant and dragged her upward with arms of steel, rolling her over, his hard body pushing her into the bed, his heavy weight thickly muscled and delicious and against her own.
She loved the way his body enveloped hers, crushing her beneath him. A sigh escaped her lips at the pleasure of their flesh connecting.
As he busied himself with the condom, Martine let her hands roam his back, squeezing the corded network of planes and ridges, wrapping her thighs around his waist and arching upward into him when he finally rested between her thighs.
Derrick paused, looking down at her, his eyes no longer playful but dark and swirling, as though he’d seen something, making her stop all motion.
But then he took control and thrust into her with a powerful surge, jolting their bodies, gluing them together.
Her gasp echoed with her surprise at how they needed no adjustment, their alignment was so perfect.
Derrick’s cock was like steel embedded snugly inside her, plunging with no mercy into her wet depths. She clenched around him, matching his thrusts as his arms scooped her up and crushed her to him, grinding, driving, taking what he wanted.
The swell of white-hot heat between her legs rose and fell, sought relief, backed away in an effort to prolong their complete connection.