Chapter Twenty-Two
“Well. That’ll do.” - Elizabeth
ELIZABETH
Obviously, it’s been a minute since I’ve had sex with a man, but I have to give credit where credit is due. Derek knows exactly what he is doing.
His mouth suctions over my skin, and I let out a moan in pleasure.
It’s completely involuntary. I’m not even a noisy sex person.
I prefer silence. And maybe it’s because it’s been a long time, but there is something Derek is doing to me, something his touch ignites, that hasn’t been ignited in quite some time.
Maybe ever.
His mouth trails down over my stomach, his tongue reaching out and swirling around like he is sure he knows which nerves and touches will make my hands slide into his hair and clench hard.
His hands make quick work of my jeans, sliding the material off before he is back to my body, his hands and mouth everywhere. My center is already throbbing, and I know exactly where Derek is heading with that mouth of his.
Part of me is ready to protest. I haven’t had a man go down on me more than once, and I was sure no one likes that. But Derek’s nose runs over the outer edge of my panties, and he moans, deep and guttural like an animal starved, before he takes those panties and rips them clean off.
I gasp and lean up on my elbow, my lust-filled haze taking in the man before me. I didn’t even realize he had kneeled at the edge of my bed and taken his shirt off. His muscles gleam sexily in the low light, and I take in every delicious inch. “Come here.”
He ignores my pleas, his eyes taking in every inch of me, and he shakes his head. “Not until I get a taste of you.”
Pressing his hand onto my stomach, I lie back and gasp when he reaches under my knees and jerks me forward. I quickly undo my bra, wanting to be completely bare-skinned in this moment.
His nose touches the top of my slit before his tongue takes one languid lick.
“Oh my.” I lose my words, one hand fisting the blanket beneath me and another reaching up, twisting and playing with my breast. The feelings he’s invoking in me are some that I haven’t felt in far too long.
“Derek,” I moan, feeling him arrange my legs so I can wrap them around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
His big hands wrap around my hips, and his mouth devours me.
It takes no time at all for his tongue—the one that seems to enjoy punishing me with lick after lick—to make my skin combust completely, and I come in his mouth, my moans leaving me far too loudly, and I slap my hand over my mouth.
His body is suddenly there, lifting me and holding me tight. For a moment, he holds me suspended, his mouth attaching to mine in a rough, brutal kiss that has my hand raking into his gorgeous hair. I taste myself on him, feeling myself grow more and more ready for what he has to offer.
He slips me beneath the blankets and shucks his jeans and boxers. I take him in, his length, his girth—my hell—and his molten eyes that devour every inch of me.
I move back, making room for him, and he slips in beside me, his hand resting on my cheek before our lips are fused together again.
So this is what months of skirting the line is getting us. I’m not mad about it, but I also am not going to wait another few months for us to be together again.
He rolls us, slipping me underneath him, and I relish the feel of his big, strong body on top of mine. “How are you feeling, pretty girl?” he asks, his nose running over mine. I already feel his length against me. There’s really no hiding that thing, and I quiver with excitement.
“I want you inside me. Right now,” I say breathlessly, reaching up and pulling his head down to mine. I kiss him with passion I didn’t know I possessed. He gives it right back to me, and I push down all the emotions I’m feeling.
Only, I stop and wonder for a moment. Why shouldn’t I feel them? I have every right to. I have every right to fall for a man like Derek who treats me well, who seems to have those same emotions right back to me.
Derek moves, grabbing something, and I hear the sound of a condom being opened. He situates himself until he’s at my entrance, and I open my legs wider, inviting him in.
He slides forward, a curse slipping from his lips as he does. It takes him a few tries until he’s fully inside me, and I’m stretched to the fullest capacity I’ve ever felt. I moan breathlessly, my body feeling every inch of this gorgeous man on top of me and inside of me.
“Move, more, please,” I beg him, needing him to stretch this out. To make me feel him everywhere.
“Fuck, Birdie. You feel like heaven,” he says, his voice tense. “Absolute heaven.”
His words do something to me, and I pant, feeling each pulse of his cock inside of me as he slides against every nerve over and over again.
It’s too quick, and he’s making me come again, my voice moaning his name. “Derek.”
“Fuck. Say my name again,” he says, pressing a bruising kiss to my lips. “Say it.”
“Derek, Derek, Derek,” I moan against him, reaching up and scraping my nails over his shoulders, making him hiss. I move my hands into his hair as he thrusts relentlessly into me.
I come hard and louder than I should, and he slams his mouth to mine, capturing my moans and continuing his pursuit as he chases his own high.
I wrap around him, moving my hips against him while I just let myself feel every movement, every second of him with me, inside of me, coming with me.
He finally lets out his release, his body going rigid for a few moments before he relaxes. For a moment, he lay partially over me, his mouth finding mine again, and I’m sure, judging by the sting that tingles against my mouth, I’m going to have swollen lips tomorrow.
His kisses slow, turn soft and sensual in a way that makes me feel cared for. I’ve never felt that before, that’s for sure.
Slowly, he leaves my body, and I feel the loss immediately, wishing we could start over again. He lies to my side and pulls on me so I’m facing him. We wrap our arms around each other, ignoring everything else, and he smiles at me, leaning forward and pressing another kiss to my lips.
“I’ve never felt like that before in my life,” he admits, pressing more and more kisses to my face and lips.
“Like the sexiest man alive? Well, you win that title, so you should feel it all the time,” I tease, running a finger over his swollen lips.
His eyes soften as he looks at me. “You make me feel special, Birdie. Wanted. Cherished.”
I look at this man. This sweet, humble—would give the shirt off his back to anyone—man and blink back tears at how genuine he’s being. “Derek. You are special. And wanted and cherished. By me. By your friends, by Rora, by my family.”
He shakes his head, and something tells me the demons he wrestles with are trying to wrap around him and make him feel unworthy.
It would be hard to be a little kid whose mother doesn’t want you anymore, to try and understand that so young.
To understand that as an adult would be hard, but being a little kid, that would be impossible.
“I’ve just never,” he starts, leaning forward and pressing another sweet kiss to my lips. “I’ve never felt loved like I do by you.”
It’s a confession and not. It’s a question but not. He already feels the things I project toward him. Without me even saying the words, he feels them. “Well, I do,” I admit, not even wondering or worrying if I’m moving too fast. This is Derek.
This is the one man who will never break my heart.
“And I you,” he says back softly, wrapping me in his arms and holding me tight, never letting me feel alone for even a second.