Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
Derek was lost, out of control, his excitement and pleasure so intense he was nearly in pain. Reese’s inner muscles clung to him, quivering, and she fit tightly around his cock, her body still slick with desire.
He had meant to wait, to take it slow. To lead her through several rounds of foreplay before sinking into her soft and slow on the bed.
But the minute he had had her alone, he couldn’t stop himself.
He had waited too long, wanted her too much, and he had taken her, right there four steps from the door, on the wall next to the closet.
Her orgasm had surprised him, pushed him on, to plunge deeper inside her and to sink his hands into her satin hair, cover her mouth with sliding, gasping kisses.
Never had sex felt like this, this total urgent oblivion, where nothing mattered but Reese and him, joined together in mutual pleasure. That pleasure built, swelled, rocked through him until it spilled over the edges, bursting from him along with a throaty groan.
“Reese.” He dropped his head onto her delicate shoulder and closed his eyes as he shuddered into her, the sensation reverberating throughout his body.
A little laugh tickled across his ear, and he became aware of her thumbs trailing across his shoulders.
“Damn, I’m sorry. That wasn’t even five minutes, was it?” For all his bragging, he was no better than the boy who’d taken her virginity.
“It’s all about quality, not quantity,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the scratchiness of his chin.
Derek tried to push himself back a little, aware he was pressing her against the wall like a trash compacter. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in that fresh, floral smell of her shampoo.
For thirty seconds he refrained from asking. Then he couldn’t help himself. “So how was the quality?”
God, what a stupid thing to ask. Did he need her reassurance so much? A pat on the back, an A on his report card, an Excellent sticker slapped on his dick?
It would serve him right if she teased the hell out of him or refused to answer.
But she just sighed, a low, deep sigh of satisfaction, her arms wrapping around his neck. “Mmmm. I’ve got no complaints.”
Well, that wasn’t too bad, then.
He forced himself to stop leaning on her, straightening up. The sudden sharp pain in his knee caught him off guard, and he winced before he could hide it.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just a twinge.” Annoyed, he tried to bend his knee a little without her noticing. Reese’s eyes were half closed, so maybe he could manage to loosen it up without drawing attention to himself.
That’s all he wanted was for Reese to think he couldn’t even handle sex without injuring himself. He was older than her, but he wasn’t old. Far from it.
What he didn’t count on was Reese displaying any sort of nurturing instincts. After hitching his pants back up onto his hips, he walked slowly to sit down on the bed where he could rid himself of the cumbersome jeans. Reese hovered over him making distress noises.
“You’re limping!” she accused.
“No, it’s called walking with my damn pants undone and about to fall off.”
He noticed she had pulled her own pants back up and covered her breasts with her tank. He had to fix that immediately. There was no way in hell he was finished with her.
“You sit down and rest your knee. I’ll get rid of the condom.” Hair falling over her face, Reese reached out.
Derek grabbed her hands before they could close over him. “No! Hell, no.” He was not letting her touch his used condom. God, not happening.
“Don’t be a baby,” she scolded.
“I’m not being a baby.” But before he let go of her hand, he yanked the condom off with his other hand, biting his lip when it snapped at the end with a fierce sting. There. Let’s see her get it now.
Shaking her head at him like she’d seen right through him, she said, “Let’s take your pants off.” A second later she was on her knees and tugging at his pants.
“Now you’re talking.” Though it felt suspiciously like he was five and being undressed for an early bedtime.
“Then I’ll call 911.”
“What?” He dropped his feet flat on the floor, preventing her from removing his pants any further. Had she lost her mind?
“Knight, if you injured yourself, you shouldn’t fool around with that.”
“It twinged. How is that an actual injury?” Derek wanted to pull her into his lap and show her how not injured he was, but he was still holding the freaking condom.
“I don’t know! You could have yanked, or pulled, or torn something. What do I look like? Nurse Hampton?”
That was more like the Reese he knew. Not this weird let-me-take-your-temperature-with-my-lips Reese.
“Nothing’s wrong with it that a little sex won’t cure.”
Reese sat back on her haunches, still clutching the bottoms of his pants. She seemed to be debating her next move, so he let go of the condom, and pulled his shirt off, balling it up and giving it a good throw towards the TV.
Thinking about sinking back into her welcoming body, Derek felt his semi-hard erection swelling back up to full capacity.
Reese noticed too. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
This time when she tugged on his jeans, he let her strip them off him until he was naked, and aroused all over again.
“I’d be even better if you sat on my lap.”
Reese didn’t hesitate, but stood up and dropped her pajama pants to the floor, pushing off her panties at the same time. “If I’m on top, then you’ll technically be resting then, right?”
“I won’t exert myself at all,” he promised, mouth dry in anticipation.
“Can I trust you?” she said on a slow smile.
“If it hurts, I’ll stop.” Her belly was tantalizingly close and he reached out with his tongue and dipped into her belly button.
“Where are the condoms?”
“Pocket of my jeans.” He nuzzled her skin, loving the way she tasted, fruity and floral and slightly sweaty, the tangy scent of her desire filling his nostrils.
Shoving the tank top out of the way, he kissed along her flesh, sucking on her hipbone, holding onto her smooth firm ass.
After several seconds of exploration and Reese breathing hard, she pulled back and retrieved another condom. Derek let her put it on him, tugging at a strand of her hair with his lips as it cascaded in front of him.
“It’s really nice of you to offer to let me take it easy.”
“I’m a feminist,” she said, wrapping her legs over his thighs. “Men shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
“How liberated of you.” Derek spanned his hands over her waist, enjoying the contrast of his large, ruddy hands against her soft pinky-pale skin, dipping into an hourglass shape at her narrow waist.
Reese’s soft opening pushed down on his cock, before retreating. “Equal opportunity orgasms, that’s my motto.”
“It’s a good one,” he ground out, sweat breaking out all over him as she teased, easing down again.
When she let her feet leave the floor, she sank down on him, and they both moaned. He wasn’t even fully sheathed inside her yet and he wanted to come again. Reese was stretched tight from the position, her breasts close enough for him to lean over and suckle, her hands digging into his shoulders.
She moved up, then down, Derek watching her narrow hips picking up speed as she found her rhythm, her gasps of pleasure intensifying his own. His fascination with her grew with each stroke, his deep yearning needing, pulsing and multiplying until he could no longer sit still.
The hard thrust sent her pitching up, her cry of ecstasy making him break out into a sweat, his teeth clenched. He wanted to own her in pleasure, to push her into desperate mindless passion that no other man had given her.
With one hand he gripped her smooth ass, using it as leverage as he pumped into her. Then with the other, he found his way down between their merging bodies and ran his finger across her engorged clit.
“Dammit,” she breathed into his ear on a pause, a still moment of anticipation before she came, jerking up, nearly toppling off him as her body convulsed with passion.
Derek held her in place, continuing his thrusts, enjoying the pulses of her inner muscles on him, the wild digging of her nails into his shoulders and the gasps she gave.
“Knight,” she breathed, head lolling back. “You rock.”
It was such a Reese thing to say, but it turned him on even more, which he wouldn’t have thought possible. She made him feel like no guy had ever fucked her quite so good, and it was that surge of triumph that sent him groaning through his own orgasm.
And it was the smile on Reese’s face, that pleased, seductive, I-did-that-to-you smile that made him swear in agonized ecstasy, his mouth finding her nipple and sucking hard.
As his body relaxed, he moved his wet lips off her and pressed a worshipful kiss on her shoulder. She was amazing. Absolutely amazing.
“You moved,” she accused.
“Oops.” His knee felt fine. And the rest of him felt like Superman on a beach vacation after saving the world. Powerful, relaxed, and damn satisfied.