But Derek knows what I’m about to say.
“Alicia,” he says sternly. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”
I nod. I guess that’s that. Maybe we’ll be fuck buddies? Booty calls?
God, that’s so depressing. I can’t be fuck buddies if I’m already starting to crush hard on the guy.
“Alicia,” Derek says again, his tone drawing me back from wherever I was. He’s looking at me. He knew I was off in my head. “Let me rephrase my sentence earlier. I’m not looking for a girlfriend…because I already have one.”
Wait. What?
“She’s standing in front of me,” he adds, more for my sake than yours I think. You probably already figured it out.
I mean, I expected him to tell me to grow up. I almost even expected him to leave; after all, what kind of woman my age quibbles about things like this? I expected a lot of things, just not what he said.
“Next time, let me finish my sentences,” he whispers against my ear, and the sound of his voice wraps itself around my mind, blanketing it with lust. He takes both his hands to my waist again, making me turn around and face him.
He brushes a stray lock of hair and tucks it over my ear, his fingers gently resting against my cheek as he looks into my eyes. I’m melting right now, I really am. How is it possible for me to want him this bad? When he leans into me and I close my eyes, I know exactly why: he’s perfect. Everything in him is perfect. I wouldn’t change a single inch on him.
His lips touch mine and sparks fly all over my body. I part my lips and brush my tongue against his mouth, my hands going to his chest and feeling the tight outline of his muscles bulging under the shirt. I take my fingers to his collar and start unbuttoning it, taking my time with each button, enjoying the way his warm skin brushes against my knuckles as I go lower.
His shirt unbuttoned, my fingers fall on the hem of his trousers and then slide inwards. Soon, I’m touching his thick shaft, my hand almost trembling in excitement. I grasp it, holding in my hand however I can; he’s so big I can’t even grab him properly.
Grabbing it tightly, I start flicking my wrist and moving my hand up and down over his cock. I start slow, but soon I surrender to the madness that’s taking over my mind and I start stroking him fast and almost too violently, my body doing it on impulse.
Derek takes his hands to my chest, and grabbing at my robe, yanks on it and opens it. I arch my back, anxious to feel his naked chest pressing down on me; he grabs the hair behind my neck and pulls me back, looking once more into my eyes. Holding my head in place, he takes his other hand to my back and unhooks my bra, pushing it down my arms.
I dart my other hand to his cock, and with both my hands there, I start sliding them both up his cock and repeating that motion over and over again, only stroking him in one direction.
I pant as he slides my robe down my arms, my naked body there for the taking. His hands go to my ass, cupping both my cheeks, and he lifts me up in the air, holding me into him. I hold on to him by wrapping my legs on his back, and he takes me to the bed in my room. He puts me down on top of the mattress, his body falling on mine.
Instinctively, I thrust my hips upwards, rubbing my thong against his cock. I hear his shoes fall to the floor as he kicks them off and I take the hint and move my hands to the hem of his trousers, tugging on them and pushing them down his legs with his boxer briefs.
I want him inside me, and I want it now.
He knows it too; he grabs at my thong and slides it down my legs. With one hand under the nape of my neck he starts kissing me again, nibbling at my lips as his hands grab at my breasts. He kisses my chin, my neck, his lips only stopping when they wrap themselves around one hard nipple and suck on it, drawing purred moans out of me.
Moving my hips from side to side, I position myself so that his shaft rests right over my pussy, and I rub myself against it.
With a grin, Derek grabs at his cock and fits his tip between my folds, holding it in place and not allowing it to go any further. I try and thrust my hips against him, but he doesn’t buck, simply rubbing his tip over my pussy and making my mind go numb with yearning. If there’s one thing that he knows, it’s driving a woman completely insane.
“Please…” I beg, not capable of holding one more minute without having him inside of me. “Please.”
His fingers bury themselves in my hair and I start feeling his cock slowly, very slowly, sliding inside of my pussy. His thick shaft parts my inner lips and his tip strains against my inner walls as he eases himself in.
This is… Oh my God. This is absolute perfection.
All that I feel is his long thickness lodging itself deep inside me and turning those flames of desire into a raging inferno of pleasure.
He pulls back slowly before going in again, his body rocking against mine. My hands go down his back and to his tight hard ass, grabbing him there and pulling him into me as if I’m afraid he’s going to escape any minute now. I lock my legs behind his back, and sure that he’s not going anywhere, I start bucking my hips against him.
I’m breathing hard, the muscles around my lungs so numb with pleasure that I’m having a hard time doing something as simple and breathing. As he starts going faster, his cock settling into a crescendo rhythm, my ragged breathing turns into a cadence of wild moaning.
He leans even more into me, pressing his whole body against mine. As he comes and goes, each time his cock goes deep inside of me his body rubs against my clit, an expanding pressure spreading throughout all of my body.
Like holding your breath, you know when the moment you won’t be able to endure any longer is coming. That’s pretty much what I feel right now. I don’t even exactly know what this is, as I’ve never had a man making me come before, but I know it’s coming for me. Oh, yes, it’s coming for me hard.
Feeling it scratch and growl at the outer edges of my mind, I summon all my strength and, tensing up my le