Chapter 37 Derek #2
She pushed up on her hands, arms locked, golden tresses that had escaped her coiffure falling loosely around her face. She winged a brow. Ready.
“I want you to do exactly as I say. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Her response was instant, and he tried to ignore the way his chest filled with warmth.
“One palm on my chest.” She obeyed. “The other between your thighs.” And of course, she followed his direction beautifully, her hand settling over the heart of her unmoving. “Good girl,” he praised, his tone strained. He wanted to touch. So. Bloody. Badly.
Her lids lowered, but at this distance, his spectacles were obscuring his vision.
And that wouldn’t do. He shook his head, and they flew off.
Her eyebrows flew up, and he grinned. “I need to be able to see clearly for this, love. I want you to touch yourself like you would if you were alone. Show me exactly what you like. Because, Livy, I’ll be taking notes.
I might not be allowed to touch you tonight, but you better believe that day will come. ”
She let out a shaky breath and then her fingers began massaging, slow, light.
“You like to tease yourself, love?” Her fingers slipped out of rhythm at his words. “Let me guess. You like to press just enough to build that ache, but never touching exactly where you need it, never fast enough, never hard enough.”
Her hips canted into her fingers, and he groaned. “Until you can’t deny that throbbing need any longer. What do you do when your body’s demand is too much? Do you press harder on that bundle of nerves? Or do you slip between those pretty folds of yours? Search out where you’re wet and wanting.”
He waited to see what she’d do. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, a blush that traveled all the way down to her rapidly rising and falling chest. Her fingers slid farther between her thighs, and her mouth dropped open as they dipped between her folds.
He couldn’t hold back his whimper. Because fuck he was jealous of those fingers. His cock was angry and weeping against his stomach. “How wet are you, love? Show me.”
Her fingers swirled over her core, and he could tell by the ease in which they slid over her skin how wet she was. It was only moments until she was glistening, and his entire body twitched and clenched with the need to feel. To taste.
“Sink inside yourself. Two fingers.”
Her fingers disappeared. His curse and her gasp filled the chamber.
He hated that he couldn’t see everything from this angle.
But he could imagine those fingers sinking deep into that tight heat when her lithe body curled slightly around her hand.
This was absolute torture. He couldn’t handle it any longer. He needed something.
“Change of plans,” he said hoarsely. “I need my mouth on you. Sit on my face.”
And of course, the minx didn’t hesitate. The only indication he’d surprised her was the brief widening of her eyes. But she crawled forward until her knees were on either side of his head, her hands resting on either side of his on the arm of the chaise.
“Lower yourself, Livy. Use me to find your pleasure. I’m yours.”
Her pupils flared, and his heart rate took off.
At the admission he hadn’t meant to make.
When the words had slipped out, he’d meant he was hers for her pleasure.
She gently brushed back a wayward lock of his hair, the touch painfully tender, and his pulse tripped over itself.
But he wasn’t so sure that was all it was.
He turned and pressed a featherlight kiss on her inner thigh.
“Come on, clever girl.”
“And you’ll be able to…you know…breathe?”
He chuckled against her skin. “Trust me when I say, suffocating to death between your thighs would be the best way to go, love. If you’re worried, you can untie me so I can support you with my hands. But I’ll be fine to do this without that, love. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
She pulled the knot free at his wrists, and then her gaze locked on his. “I trust you, Derek.”
And instead of lingering on what that statement did to him, he gripped her lush arse and pulled her to his mouth. It was every bit as magnificent as he knew it’d be. She tasted divine, all woman, and he swore he still got a hint of vanilla.
He groaned as he explored her, learned what she loved. Flat, pulsing slides with his tongue over her clitoris had her grinding feverishly against him. Sharp thrusts of his tongue into her, a hint of what it’d be like when he fucked her, had her head falling back.
But the sweetest of all? When he teased her, tongue stroking just before the heart of her, her thighs trembled, cries and choked sobs escaping with every swirl of his tongue. Each beautiful sound he tore from her sent pleasure streaking up his cock, his ballocks pulsing with painful need.
Then her hips stuttered. He couldn’t help himself. The temptation was too much. He slid one hand between her legs from behind and sank two fingers inside her. Her back bowed as she cried out, her core squeezing him so bloody deliciously.
Fuck, she felt too good. His cock jerked.
He could imagine that same feeling around his length instead of his fingers.
So tight. So wet. So hot. Bliss ripped through him just as her body went limp.
He buried his roar into her thigh as pleasure crashed over him, and his cock erupted over his stomach.
His fingers dug into her flesh, his body trembling violently until the last streak of ecstasy made its way through him and he melted into the chaise.
Livy lifted up on her knees and peered behind herself before looking back down at him. “You…?” she said, still panting as she blinked owl-eyed at him.
He winked at her. “You’re that delicious, minx.”
She shimmied back until she was straddling his hips. Her gaze raked over his abdomen covered in his release, and she bit her lip. “How terribly wicked.” She drew a finger through his seed.
Well, fuck me.
He cleared his throat. “Well. We should probably clean ourselves up,” he said gruffly.
Now that orgasms had been had, something that never came over Derek after trysts was settling in.
Awkwardness. Did they make polite goodbyes?
Exchange we should do this again sometime platitudes?
He knew what he wanted to do. And it scared the shite out of him.
Because more than anything, he wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her until morning.
He was in so much bloody trouble.