33. Georgia #2
My heart triples in rhythm as we sway to the low reggae.
I rest my head on his chest and take in this moment for everything it’s worth as Derek moves us around the living room.
At this moment, I know that there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be, because if Derek is also there, everything will be okay.
He kisses the top of my head so tenderly that my eyes close. He mumbles words into my hair that I can’t quite place before pulling away. When I look up at him, he’s the only thing in the world that I can see. My eyes are only for him, and I have no idea when that's become my new reality.
In Derek’s eyes, I see the world differently. The world is filled with color, hope, and happiness that lie beneath the depths of his eyes, and I want nothing more than to stare into them forever.
Hell, I think I may just be in love with him.
He gazes into my eyes as if he can see my soul and bites his lip, “Is it okay if I kiss you right now?” he asks, his hands squeezing slightly where they are on my body.
I gulp, my breathing quickening like I’ve run a race as I press my chest into his. “If you start, I don’t think that I’ll ever want you to stop.”
Derek nods for a second, tilting his head as if to think over his next steps before nodding firmly and cupping my face. He kisses me like a man being shipped off to war. The yearning and passion he caresses me with tingles my lips to my toes, warming my entire body as he melts into our kiss.
I feel like I’m on cloud nine whenever I’m in his arms, like I’m loved.
Derek walks me back to the bedroom, our paintings and leftover food be damned, as he hoists me up into his arms, unwavering in our kiss.
I moan as his tongue dances with my own, encircling me and tasting everything that I have to give to him.
He groans when my hands tug the loose strands of hair on the nape of his neck, and I sigh as he squeezes my ass.
“Derek…” I say between kisses, and he hums quietly, trailing kisses from my lips down my cheeks and to my neck. “Can you leave your glasses on?” I ask through labored breathing as he pauses, chuckling in the crook of my neck.
“Would that fulfill one of those dirty little fantasies in your head, darlin’?” he asks, looking up at me with a bright smile as I nod shyly, my cheeks burning.
He continues to kiss my neck, slowly lowering me down to the bed as he kisses around the low neckline of my shirt, on the tops of my breasts.
“What else would you like me to do?”
A beat passes, and our eyes lock. “I want you to taste me—tell me how good your dessert is, and then I want you to fuck me like you hate me,” I reply, my chest rapidly rising and falling as he raises a brow at me.
“Is that so?” he challenges, but I’m already a step ahead of him, opening my legs.
I’m happier than ever that I wore a dress tonight.
Derek’s eyes darken in an instant, and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, a small grin on his face.
“Spread 'em a little farther. Just like that, good girl,” he says the words so casually, I almost combust.
He takes his time, lowering to his knees before dragging my body closer to his mouth at the edge of the bed.
The second he pulls my panties to the side, I feel my orgasm building.
He licks a long stripe from my pussy to my clit before blowing cool air on me.
My back arches in an instant, and I moan aloud, crying out in pleasure.
He holds me steady, his arms wrapped around my thighs through it all.
“Don’t try to run away now. We’re just getting started.”
And we are. Derek blows my mind with his tongue, eating me like a popsicle on a warm summer day. He’s intent with his movements, studying and analyzing my body.
I squirm under him as he pumps two fingers inside of me and scream as he curls them in a C-shape. “Derek!” I squeal as his tongue coats my clit in tandem with his fingers.
“That’s my name, darlin’, and I want you to wear it out tonight.” He mumbles against me, licking and slurping up my juices, humming as he swallows my wetness.
“Derek, I want to—” I hum when he circles my clit with his thumb, moving down to lick inside of my pussy, moving between his tongue and fingers to eat me out.
“Fuck! I want to come,” I scream, uncaring of our neighbors and the fact that I can probably be heard from a mile away as he eats me out faster, now using his tongue on my clit and fingers inside me.
He hums against me, pulling at my pussy with his lips, before smacking it with one hand, the other still pumping fingers in and out.
The quicker he pumps, the more stars I see.
I’m in the Milky Way when he hits a spot I’ve never reached before, and I come crashing back down, spilling all my desire onto his tongue.
He hums. “Wanna taste?”
I don’t even register the fact that I’ve nodded before his cold, wet lips are on mine, and my sweet flavor coats my tongue. We’re a mess of sweaty limbs, and Derek is pulling off my dress, his own shirt long gone as he moves quickly to get his pants off.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says, his words like a plea for mercy as he moves quickly, picking me up and sinking me down on his dick.
We both groan, a small yelp escaping my lips when he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He moves me up and down his shaft slowly, I’m so tight around him that the feeling of us moving has the both of us panting.
“You feel like a cloud,” he says into my hair, pumping me up and down him as I groan. “You’re so soft and—”
We must come to the same conclusion at the same time because just as I moan, we both pause. We’re missing one crucial part of this exchange—a condom. He freezes when he realizes, looking me in the eye, a mixture of fear and pleasure in his gaze.
“We didn’t…” I trail off, looking down at our joined bodies, then back up to his eyes.
“I’m okay, we can stop—”
“No!” I cut him off, and we both chuckle. His dick jumping inside of me makes me smile, only for it to jump again.
“Sorry, I got a little excited… I’m okay with us having sex like this, but I also know the risks of it,” he says, his voice softer than before as he caresses my face, still holding me.
“I’m on birth control, and we know that both of us are clean, consenting adults. We can always go to a pharmacy after, and we make sure to pull out?” I say, my words coming out like a question as he nods, moving me slowly up and down him once again.
“And you’re okay with… this?” he asks, his voice shaky as he pumps me a little harder.
“I’m more than okay,” I whisper, taking his lips in my own as he moves me faster and faster.
I don’t know how or when we move back to the bed, but before I know it, I’m lying on my stomach as he pushes into me from behind.
I scream as Derek thrusts into me, pure euphoria radiating from us as he goes harder and deeper.
Derek kisses the back of my head, chuckling softly as he thrusts harder and harder, without a care in the world for how loud I am.
Hell, I think my screams for him turn him on even more.
“Say it louder, baby… Tell me how much you want this!” he coaxes as sweat coats my temples, his strokes deep and aching as he moves faster and harder.
“I want you!” I reply, uncaring of the fact that my hair is sticking to my back, because as soon as the thought hits my mind, my hair ends up curled in his fist.
We feel like two souls finding one another again as Derek kisses down my spine, pulling out momentarily, hiking my ass into the air, creating an arch, he kisses my cunt before plunging back into me.
I’m a mess of screams and moans as he quickens his speed. I can feel him in my stomach as he deepens his movements, taking his time, slowly and deliberately.
I can see the finish line—feel the orgasm approaching as he smacks my ass and leans down to my ear and whispers, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Carino.”
The world around me comes crashing down, taking Derek with me as I come from the buildup of our time together and his words.
He gives my spine one last kiss as he pulls out, “Thank you for everything, Georgia.”