She whimpered as he pulled away, sliding down her body with his lips, over the slope of her shoulder and down to her full breast, avoiding the tight nipple. Derrick let his tongue savor the underside of it as he teased her soft skin and she writhed beneath him when he began to plant hot kisses along each curve. Martine’s hands wound in his hair, clutching him to her as he captured a nipple and tugged at it with firm pulls, running his tongue over the tip, laving it with long strokes.
Her long legs wound around him, using them to lever her hips upward toward the cock he wanted to ram into her, but he wasn’t ready to succumb to her tight depths just yet. He needed to taste her slick pussy, inhale the scent he knew waited there for him.
Her breathing was ragged as he cupped her breasts, bringing them together and bathing each nipple alternately until Martine bucked beneath him, mewling small, breathy sounds of delight when he let go and paved a path of tongue and lips over her firm belly, caressing her rib cage beneath his hands as he went.
Her scent, spicy and musky, filled his nostrils, making his head spin and his tongue burn to lick her wet flesh. Settling between her thighs, Derrick lifted her legs high and wide, exposing Martine’s flesh to his gaze.
He closed his eyes as the sight of her, the sheer power of his lust making his gut clench and his body quake with need. He gripped her knees in order to regain control before running his hands over the silken expanse of her thighs, tracing a pattern of heated caresses. Derrick let his hands swoop down and rest between her legs, savoring the heat of her smoothly shaven pussy.
Martine’s impatience became evident from the grip she had on his wrists, her hands small in comparison to his own, her skin a stark contrast of ivory against his own olive complexion. Lifting her hips, she offered herself to him with a raspy sigh, forcing him to lean forward and inhale, devouring her hunger as he dipped an urgent tongue between the slick lips of her core.
Derrick heard her hiss and inhale sharply, her belly caving beneath his hands as he delved deeper, tasting the essence of her pussy. Finding her clit, he circled it with slow deliberation, wrapping his lips around the swollen nub, flitting his tongue across it.
Martine’s hips rotated beneath his lips, lunging forward when his finger slid into her, gripping it as she clenched her muscles, her depths hot and slick, the taste of her sending a bolt of electricity from his mouth to his cock.
Impatient hands yanked at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as Martine drew him away and up to her again. As he hovered over her, she opened her eyes and snaked her tongue out across his lips, tasting herself and purring with satisfaction.
Sliding a hand under her back, he rolled Martine to her stomach, leaning forward to kiss the length of her spine. She immediately lifted her perfect ass in the air, ready to accept him, slithering the upper half of her body to lay low on the bed.
Derrick fought not to tear into her, his cock raging, pulsing with need, his eyes drinking in her creamy skin. He dug for the condom, slipping it on before his hands found the smooth globes of her ass, round and firm. He squeezed them, smiling when Martine responded with a low, husky moan.
Derrick positioned himself between her thighs and swallowed hard. Thinking it wouldn’t do to take her with the abandon he struggled to contain.
Until he heard her whisper, “Fuck me, Derrick, hard.”
That was it— he couldn’t stop now if he wanted to. His cock paused at her entrance only for a moment before he drove into her, hard and hot. Martine was slick and tight, so wet, he fought to keep himself in check.
She gasped from the force of his thrust, but when he hesitated, she hissed again. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered, harsh and low.
Lights flashed behind his closed eyes as he gritted his teeth and rode her relentlessly, pushing into the silk that clenched his swollen shaft with a frantic rhythm. Each stroke he took, she matched, driving back against him with a strength he’d never guessed she possessed, but she took each thrust with pleasure, tightening her small hands into fists beside her head when he reached around her and stroked her clit.
When she bucked against him uncontrollably, lifting her luscious ass high, he totally lost it, his climax roaring through him from the base of his cock, shooting upward, tearing into him with white-hot heat.
Martine shuddered, the slap of their flesh echoing in his ears as she came, gripping the blankets. His yell of completion echoed off the walls of his bedroom as he continued growling his release, pumping into Martine until he knew she was spent too.
Her legs collapsed beneath her and he fell forward on top of her, her smaller body heaving against his larger one.
Then she nestled against him, rendering him as speechless as he’d been since they’d first made love in a dream. It was the most incredible lovemaking he’d ever encountered, bar none.