Her legs stiffened and he glanced up. “Relax,” he urged with his deep, reassuring tone.
It wasn’t that she was nervous. No, she was strung tight and so excited her body quivered of its own volition. But she eased back against the cushion and let him take control.
He lifted her legs over his shoulder, first one, then the other. Before she could reac
t, he dipped his head and touched his tongue to her femininity and she was lost. Desire overwhelmed her as he laved her outer lips, softly, gently, arousing her with every lick, every touch. Up and down, back and forth, he glided his tongue, lulling her into a false sense of security that the sweet-tasting, gentle laving would continue.
Without warning, he switched tactics. He latched on to the tiny bud at her core and began to suckle with insistency. He maintained a determined rhythm that took her from delicious complacency to being on the verge of screaming in delight. Her hips jerked upward and the sensations he evoked rippled into every nerve ending, every distant part of her body.
Her fingers curled into the couch cushion and her hips continued to lift off the seat. And just when she didn’t think she could take the light grazing of his teeth and the soothing lap of his tongue against her another second, he thrust one finger inside her, filling her at the same time he worked her into a frenzy.
He thrust into her, then slid out, in again, farther this time, then out. And all the while, he concentrated on the one place sure to make her come…and she did. Every one of his movements was designed to build to a crescendo. The waves built higher until she peaked and a glorious orgasm hit, taking her up and over the edge, spiraling outside of herself.
Her body was still quaking, her breath still short and quick as he stood. He lifted her off the end of the couch, moving them to the end of the high table right behind the sofa.
“For leverage,” he said with a wink.
“You’re doing great so far,” she told him, her arms wrapped firmly around his neck so she could gaze into the face she adored.
He paused long enough to brush the long strands of hair off her face and place a lingering kiss on her lips, then giving her time to lean back on her elbows before picking up where he left off. He pulled her nearer to the edge of the table and eased himself closer until he was poised at her moist entrance.
“Derek?”
“Hmm?” He met her gaze, his hands drifting to her breasts, toying with them as he spoke.
She glanced down, aroused at the sight of him erect and hard, almost inside her but not quite. “I don’t want to know where I begin and you end,” she said honestly, pouring her heart into that one statement.
Then he thrust hard.
Fast.
Deep.
And she took all of him, wrapping her feet around his waist and sealing his body against hers. Her eyes shut tight and stars sparkled behind her lids as she let out a heartfelt moan. He felt so good. “I can’t wait.” He pulled out, then thrust in again.
Out.
In.
Finally, he ground himself into her, extra hard, extra deep, so she felt all of him inside her body. Inside her heart. He was a part of her, a perfect fit. Her other half. Her soul mate.
Her heart swelled and she wished she could reach for him but she needed to keep herself braced. She held on as he moved inside her, a rhythm that was unique and all their own.
The emotions rising inside her defied description as his hips continued to shift and roll against the most intimate part of her until once again, the glorious waves began. She went with them, losing herself to her second orgasm of the night. This one seemed to go on and on and she squeezed her inner muscles around him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered, pumping his hips harder and faster. Then his body stiffened and he thrust one last time, coming along with her.
“I’VE LOST MY MIND,” Derek said. “My daughter or father could walk in here any minute.” His arms were still braced on either side of Gabrielle, his body no longer inside her. But close.
She frowned. “I thought you locked the door.”
“I did. We should still go on upstairs.” He held out a hand and she followed him to the bedroom.
“Last one in the shower is a rotten egg,” she said, darting around him into the bathroom he and his father had remodeled together.
He stepped into his bathroom to find Gabrielle already in the shower, adjusting the water temperature. “Join me?” she asked, crooking a seductive finger his way.
He figured it was a rhetorical question and stepped under the warm spray along with her.