Chapter 22 Let Me Worship You
LET ME WORSHIP YOU
PAIGE
His words were full of a promise that made my panties wet.
I swallowed at the way his eyes raked over me. It made heat pool low in my belly, but it also made me hyper-aware of every soft curve, every stretch mark I usually kept hidden.
I crossed my arms over my stomach without thinking.
He gently pushed off my arms. “Don’t you dare hide from me, Paige,” he said, his voice rough. His hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks, and then his mouth was on mine.
It started gently with our lips brushing, but the second I sighed into him, everything melted away. My anxiety, self-consciousness and any sort of boundary of our ‘friendship.’
He groaned, angling my head, and kissed me like he was starving. His tongue stroked mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip until I moaned loud enough that my own ears burned with embarrassment. My hands clutched his shirt, or else I was sure I’d fall.
His fingers found the clasp of my bra, flicking it open with ease. The lace fell away, and he broke the kiss just long enough to look down at my naked breasts.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, his eyes looking more onyx than blue. “Look at these perfect tits.”
I blushed when he squeezed them and gasped when his hot mouth was on them. He pressed wet kisses with his tongue, flicking my nipple before his teeth grazed just hard enough to make me arch into him. My fingers tangled in his hair as my body trembled at his expert ministrations.
He walked me backward until my knees hit the bed, then gave a gentle push. I landed on the mattress with a soft bounce. I licked my lips and watched breathlessly as he finally started undressing.
Finally.
He popped open the shirt buttons one by agonizing one, revealing inches of sculpted muscle, that vee-cut that made my mouth water. When he shoved his pants and boxer-briefs down in one motion, his cock sprang free.
My lips parted in awe.
It was thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip. It looked perfect, with veins running over the shaft, albeit a bit too girthy, which made me want to keep my legs crossed.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper.
Leaning back, I decided to give him a show. Be brave and do something Professional Paige wouldn’t do.
Like fingering myself in front of my hot boss and best-friend.
My eyes danced over his body, his handsome face, and I sighed as the pads of my fingers brushed over the sensitive button of pleasure.
His gaze dropped to where my hand had slipped beneath the lace between my legs and a low growl rumbled in his chest.
“Fucking hell, Paige. Couldn’t wait for me?”
He quickly kicked the rest of his clothes away and crawled over me like a predator. He grabbed my wrist, the one that was getting familiar with the wetness between my thighs, and brought my slick fingers to his mouth.
My eyes widened when his hot mouth wrapped around them and he sucked them clean.
“You taste like heaven,” he said with a filthy moan.
He kissed a path down my stomach, his lips lingering on the faint silver line low on my belly. I tensed because it was my cesarean scar.
But his touch was soft and gentle.
“This,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to it. “Is so fucking beautiful. You grew your baby here.”
My throat tightened even as my body throbbed. Thankfully, his attention didn’t last too long on my stomach and lowered to something more important.
His hooded eyes flickered to me as his fingers hooked in my thong and he ripped the lace apart, making me gasp. Cool air hit my wet heat, and before I could even process, I felt his hot tongue.
I whimpered when he started with long and slow licks. As if he were savoring me before sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking. I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and arching towards him when two thick fingers pushed inside me. He curled them just right, moaning into my pussy.
The sounds he made kept me teetering on the edge, and before I knew it, I cried out his name while my thighs shook around his head as I exploded with orgasm.
When I came down, he was kissing my inner thigh, looking up at me like I was a miracle.
“That was so fucking hot,” he whispered, his mouth glistening with my juices. “Let me get a condom…”
He was about to pull away, but I caught his wrist. “Don’t,” I said, still panting through the afterwaves. “I’m on the pill. I want to feel you. All of you.”
“You sure?” He asked, his eyes widening and pupils dilating.
I nodded, pulling him close for another kiss. I hummed when I tasted myself on his tongue.
He settled between my thighs, dragging the head of his cock through my wetness, making me take a sharp breath. When he finally pushed in, we both groaned. He was big… so much bigger than I thought, as he kept stretching me slowly.
“More,” I gasped, clawing at his back and begging. “Fill me up, Derek.”
“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned.
Inch by inch, he sank deeper, rubbing tight circles on my clit until I came again just by him filling me up and clenching around him.
Oh, my God. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so many times in one single night and the night hasn’t even ended.
“So fucking tight, Paige,” he said, freezing and pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me.”
Then he moved with long and deep strokes that lit me up from the inside. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. His scent, his heat, the drag of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over.
Our moans echoed in the hotel room as the air smelled of sex. And for a moment, I wished that this night wouldn’t end.
Derek flipped me onto my stomach suddenly, pulling my hips up.
“Been dreaming about this ass for years,” he rasped, sliding back inside with one smooth thrust that made me scream into the pillow.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you.
Wanted to be buried in this sweet fucking pussy and hear you moan my name. ”
My fingers twisted in the sheets as I whimpered at the deeper angle. His pace turned punishing, and he reached around to rub my clit again, making me cry out as I came for the third time, white-hot lust blinding me.
Thankfully, my orgasm triggered his.
He slammed deep one last time, teeth sinking into the curve of my neck as he spilled inside me with a guttural ‘Fuck, Paige…’.
I shivered at the fullness and sighed into the pillow. It felt perfect. The way he filled me up, our bodies melting against each other, the soft trail of his hand on my back.
When Derek pulled out slowly, I whined at the sudden emptiness. I lay boneless while he pressed lazy kisses to my shoulder, my spine, the nape of my neck. A second later, his arms were around me, dragging me into his chest.
I blinked sleepily. “Wow.”
“Wow indeed,” he said with a soft chuckle against my skin, lips brushing mine when I turned my head. “Give me a few minutes.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
I glanced down and—what the hell? His cock was already hardening up and nudging my thigh.
“Are you serious?” I asked in shock and with a tiny bit of curiosity.
He smirked. “I’m always serious about you, Paige-bear.”
I smacked his chest weakly. He caught my hand, brought my palm to his mouth and kissed the center, eyes locked on mine. His eyes seemed lighter now, bluer like the clear ocean, and I didn’t want him to look anywhere else but at me.
“I don’t think I have the energy to go for round two,” I mumbled, already feeling the soreness between my thighs. “I’m not a teenager anymore…”
Derek shifted, rolling us so he hovered above me again, his hot mouth tracing my neck.
“Who said you have to do anything, hm?” he said, his voice pure sin. “I promised to take care of you, remember? So just lie there and let me worship you. I’ll handle everything.”
His lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, making me melt.
Maybe round two wasn’t a bad idea.