I turn away so he doesn’t see my face and walk to the window.
Okay, I know it’s dramatic. Whatever. I don’t want him to see me like this.
I can feel him come up close behind me. I can feel his chest against my back. "Why?" he asks.
My heart's racing and it feels like it's going to burst. "You’re not looking for a girlfriend," I murmur, feeling his hands on my sides. It feels so good. I take a step back without realizing what I'm doing and find myself pushed up against him. I can feel his cock. It's poking into my ass. I move my ass slightly, nestling his cock in between my ass cheeks.
"That's why you left?" he asks me. "Because I said I’m not looking for a girlfriend?"
I'm not thinking about a relationship anymore right now though. All I'm thinking about is Derek's cock. God, I need his cock. His arms are on my waist, pulling me closer.
“I’m sorry,” he says to me. “I’m an ass. I can’t last fifteen minutes without you.”
His cock pushes through my robs, parting my ass cheeks.
“I…” I’m stammering. I can’t think. I press back against him, my ass rubbing against his crotch. Oh my God, what am I doing? The fabric of my robe is so thin that I can already feel it bunching up on my ass.
He stays where he is, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, and I feel my whole body boiling. He’s big… He’s so big. And I want it, there’s no other way about it. I can’t think of anything else but his body and his hard cock. Because, yes, it’s very hard…
My skin prickles as I realize what’s happening: Derek’s here in the room with me, and he wants me. And if he wants, he will have me. I can’t fight against it! The desire that crawls under my skin is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I know this is a mistake, but I can’t run away from what’s about to happen. I just can’t.
Before I know it, I’m rubbing my ass up and down against him, his pulsing cock against my body. His hands go down my side to the hem of the robe and he lifts it up, baring my ass. His fingers brush against my skin and trace the contour of my thong, and I shudder at his closeness. I push back once again, rocking my hips against his body as I grind over his cock.
Even without being able to see what I’m doing, I take my hands to his back and try to find the hem of his pants. My trembling fingers find his crotch, and in an instant, I’m unbuttoning his trousers. When I’m done his cock immediately tents up his boxer briefs and jumps up against my hand; but before I manage to grab it, Derek pushes against me and I have to take my hands to the wall.
With one hand on my waist, he grabs my ass with the other. I sway my ass against him, over his cock, my mind already looking forward to how it will feel to have him inside me.
His hands slide around my waist and under my robe, climbing up my inner thigh and making my skin prickle. His fingers brush over my groin, and if I was wet before, I become completely drenched now. I close my eyes, moving my hips harder and grinding against him almost desperately. A moan leaves my lips as he brushes his fingers over my thong, applying a gentle and barely noticeable pressure over my wet pussy.
God, I don’t know if I should press back against his cock or press my pussy against his hand. Now these are some good problems to have.
He solves my dilemma pretty quickly; he presses his hand over my pussy and pulls me into him, his cock pressing hard between my cheeks.
I dart my hands back, resting it over his boxers and clumsily grabbing at his hard long shape there. I knew he was big—those were the rumors—but I never imagined he would be so… massive. He’s so thick it’s even hard to curl my fingers around it…!
I yank down his boxers and his cock springs free at once, slapping against my ass. I take my hand back to the wall and jut my ass back as he presses hard on me, his warm cock finally rubbing against my ass.
I grind against him in abandonment, and I tell you, if this is the only thing we’ll do… Well, I’m going to be a
very happy girl nonetheless. Lucky me, I know neither him nor I will be able to stop.
One of his hands climbs up my side and crawls toward my chest, finding its way under my robe and cupping my right breast over the bra. He pulls at the cup, baring my nipple, and he presses it then between two fingers, pinching it. I rest my forehead against the wall, biting down on my lower lip as a storm of lust rages inside of me.
Still pinching my nipple, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes the tip of his finger against my wet pussy. My whole body shudders in anticipation.
He traces the contour of my pussy as if he wants to absorb all of it, carefully brushing against its outline and gently circling my clit.
He does it for one minute, carefully coming and going, each time applying just a little bit more of pressure. As he does it, I keep pressing my ass against his pulsing cock, my heart tight in my chest; I’m so anxious and expectant it’s unreal.
When he presses his fingers over my clit, I open my mouth and moan. And I can tell you, I’m moaning hard. Derek isn’t simply rubbing me, or tapping his finger against my clit; no, he knows precisely what he’s doing and what kind of reaction he wants out of me. He rubs the tip of his finger around my clit and then presses it from above, indirectly, and I feel fire under my skin consuming me with desire.
Letting go of my clit, he goes down over my pussy, gently parting it with his finger as he goes up and down on my slit. He lets his finger go inside of me just one inch, and my whole body tenses up, waiting for him to go all in. Derek takes his time, though, slowly letting his finger in as if he has all the time in the world. He pushes it in gently, curling it upwards and rubbing me from the inside; when he pulls back, I can barely think straight. All I want is his cock deep inside me.
“Derek…” I have to tell him. I don’t know how to say, but I have to. “I think I….”
I trail off.
Ugh. I’m such a weirdo. Why can’t I just be like every other single girl in New York City and enjoy fucking with wild abandon? What’s this about wanting to be in a relationship.