She cried out when he left her breast to drop wet kisses along her belly, over her hip and her inner thigh until he was on the floor and between her legs.
Derrick pulled her forward roughly, slipping his hands beneath her ass, holding her to his mouth. Her legs clenched around his neck as his tongue tasted her. Her senses exploded when he took the first long stroke of her. Wet and hot, it glided over her aching flesh with a rush that left her almost screaming.
She trembled beneath his tongue, arched into it, ground against it as he placed it flat over her clit then swirled it over the swollen bud.
Dragging a finger between the cheeks of her ass, Derrick found her slick passage and inserted a finger, pushing and pulling in forceful strokes until her hips bucked, her hands clutching at his head as she rode his tongue.
Her release was swift, sharply sweet, tightening every muscle in her body until she was rigid with pleasure, heaving from the intensity, clenching her thighs together as her orgasm roared through her.
Derrick eased her back down to earth with gentle hands, smoothing them over her legs before standing to gaze down at her. His eyes were dark, full of hot need as his hands roamed up her rib cage, cupped her breasts, brushed long strands of her hair from her face.
He trailed a slow finger between her legs, slipping into the wet warmth, then back over her belly, along her throat until he reached her mouth. He leaned over her then, pressing his body to hers as she wrapped her legs around his lean waist. Martine licked his finger, taking in Derrick’s heated gaze as she suckled him.
He kissed her then, matching her hungry need, outlining her lips with his tongue, and she clung to him, digging her hands into his hair, lifting her lower body. Reaching between them, Derrick slipped between the folds of her flesh, letting his cock spread her, tease her clit before driving into her.
Martine jolted and almost instantly he stilled inside her, as though he were afraid to hurt her, but she held his face in her hands and locked eyes with him. “I love you inside me, Derrick. You won’t hurt me. Don’t hold back. Please,” she whispered before taking his lips again.
Derrick bracketed her head with his arms as he pulled back and drove into her slick heat, but still he held back. She sensed it. Smelled it.
Martine kissed his cheek, his forehead, and coaxed him by saying, “You won’t hurt me, Derrick. I promise.” She raised her hips again, moving away and rolling them back up to meet his, insisting he drive into her.
His cock stretched her, filled her when he finally let go and thrust upward. Her eyes slid closed and her neck arched as she took the harsh thrusts with a long, throaty moan, encouraging him to drive deeper.
Derrick growled, low and eerily feral as his hips moved to match Martine’s thrusts. The clap of their flesh pushing her to an edge she’d yet to stand at.
An army of chills skittered up her spine, and the heat pooling in her belly exploded. When he lifted her thigh in the crook of his elbow, she reared up, reaching to wind her arms around his neck as she came.
Derrick tensed, his cock pumping into her harder with each stroke until he, too, let go with a howl while she watched the muscles of his neck work, while she watched his abs flex and her hands kneaded his ass.
He fell forward on her, pushing her deeper into the bed, tucking her to him and kissing her lips.
Martine sighed against him, reveling in his scent, luxuriating in his tightly chorded muscles and hard planes, and then she smiled.
Derrick rose on his elbows and gazed down at her as she ran her palms over his chest, still unable to believe they were going to give this thing a shot. That this amazing man wanted to give things a shot with someone like her.
Someone who had a pretty crappy relationship track record.
“So, death-sex mission complete,” she cooed up at him with a giggle.
“And well done, too, Ms. Brooks.”
“Curtsy.”
“So, what’s next? Do I have to keep sending you flowers?”
She made a mock frowny face at him. “Were you just doing that to get me into bed?”
“Um, yeah,” he joked, nipping her lower lip.
“I get it. That was the only reason I willingly watched Ice Road Truckers with you. Otherwise, I’d rather have my eyeballs sporked out.”
“Courtship is hard, huh?”
“The hardest week of my life,” she admitted. “But one of the absolute best, too. Have I said thank you yet?”
“For?”
Martine cupped his hard jaw. “For saving me. For giving my mother somewhere to go until she can figure things out. For your family. For this,” she said, kissing him. For showing her that she didn’t have to be afraid of who she was anymore. For letting her find her own way.