Turning down a corridor I wonder how he can tell where he’s going with his face buried in my neck, seducing me on the go.
We finally make it to his bedroom and its beautiful, nothing like I would expect. Sure it’s manly, but its no bachelor pad room. No posters or dirty laundry spewed about, instead there’s a range of black and charcoal furniture. A large, black four poster bed is the star of the room, with red artwork tastefully hung throughout. The far wall is made of floor to ceiling windows with an incredible view of the city, and I can tell the wrap around balcony he told me about extends all the way here.
Leaning over, Derrick places me on the bed like I’m a glass doll before standing before me, first ripping his shirt over his head to expose those washboard abs I’d been holding onto on the ride here. They’re even more impressive in person. His undressing makes me think of myself – oh shit, I’ve still got on my workout clothes and I’ve just finished a run. I must be a salty mess.
“Maybe I should shower,” I suggest, the anxiety clear in my shaky voice.
“You taste perfect, love,” he smirks, as if he’s reading my mind.
“May I?” He asks with his hands at my waste, and my heart rate increases as I nod my head. His eyes are locked on mine as he slowly pulls my yoga pants down, leaving me in nothing but a thin pair of boy shorts and my sports bra.
Taking a fistful of my hair in his hand, Derrick pushes my head back and kisses me with a ferocity I’ve never felt in my life. He’s charging forward and my legs happily spread for him as he lays directly on top of me.
“Take these off,” I tug at the hard denim fabric of his jeans.
“I will, love,” he chuckles and then brushes my hair back, away from my neck. I’m flat on my back, each of my legs wrapped around his broad frame and my hands race up his naked back, my fingernails teasing his damp skin. His body twitches to my touch and I know I’m affecting him.
Derrick abruptly stops kissing me and rises up, pulling me with him. I look on in confusion, but he seems determined as he tugs at my sports bra. Raising my arms in the air, I help him free my D-cups before tossing the bra across the room.
“Fuck,” I read his lips more than hear the word as he stares at my breasts before kissing me again as he pushes my back to the mattress so that I’m again lying flat. His mouth traces from my mouth to my jawline, his lips and tongue teasing me before making their way to my neck, where he sucks and kisses me more. Then he moves further down, tracing my collarbone with his tongue before placing slow, wet, deliberate kisses down the center of my chest.
Stopping at the center of my boobs, he grasps one in each hand, massaging them perfectly, much better than I did myself. Then he begins kissing all over my right breast, his tongue and lips work together masterfully. My body is squirming beneath him, my legs again wrapped around his lowering frame.
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bsp; I knew he would know what he was doing, but my God! The Prince of Sin is a fucking master of fucking. I’m sure of it and we haven’t even begun! Stop looking at me that way. Yes, I watched the video of him swinging his junk in front of America, and yes I heard his arrogant assurances, but no I didn’t think he could ever be think gentle and sensual. He’s like a scientist the way he’s taking his time.
“Ahh!” The moan causes my back to arch, but I’m restricted under his weight. Derrick glances up quickly, a shimmer flashing in his eye, before moving to my other breast.
His tongue moves in circles as his lips kiss in their wake, circling my nipples before taking the dark pink skin into his mouth, sucking gently and then teasing my hardened nipple with his teeth. Oh my it feels amazing!
Once he decides he’s teased my breasts enough, he moves lower, kissing my belly, stopping again at my navel to lap over the delicate skin with his tongue.
“That tickles!” I squeal, and he looks up at me, donning that smirk, before nibbling the skin leading to my boy shorts.
Rather than just taking off my panties, Derrick teases me with them on. Running his perfectly angles nose between my legs, I can feel him inhale my scent and it somehow turns me on.
“You’re already wet for me, love,” he bites his lower lip as he lowers himself to the floor, my legs spreading open for him.
Prince Derrick Blaine is on his knees, massaging my foot, and I cannot believe this is really happening. The look in his eyes is undeniable desire, he is craving me, torturing himself as me with this delay.
Pressing his thumbs into the ball of my foot, he works patiently, to caress my petite foot with his strong hands. Once he’s finished one foot, he moves to the next, and then kisses up one leg, spending extra time on my inner thigh. The skin is so sensitive I begin moaning loudly as he nears my sex, but he passes over my most sensitive place and kisses on the other leg.
Pushing my knees up so that each of my feet are flat on the bed, he stands before me, running his index fingers along the waistband of my panties.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks with a look of seriousness in his eyes.
“Yes,” I breathe the answer, unbearably ready for him.
Rather than rush in, he stares at me for an extended moment, his head tilting and those beautiful eyes squinting as he searches my face for something.
“I’m sure,” I promise him, looking deeply in his eyes and this seems to ease his reservations. As soon as he begins pulling my boy shorts down, I lift my ass to help, and the kick my feet in the air, so that he can remove the panties from my legs.
Stepping back, he unbuttons his destroyed denim jeans, I can already see the huge bulge through the fabric. With his eyes on me, he pulls his boxers and jeans down together, revealing that glorious cock I’ve salivated over more times than I care to admit thanks to his ridiculous antics on television. Swallowing hard, I wonder if that can even fit inside me. I mean, he is fucking huge!
Lowering his head between my legs, Derrick blows on my glistening pussy and the air against my wetness feels cool and tingly. When I move to close my legs out of instinct, he grasps them with his strong arms.
“You’re already so wet, but I gotta get you soaking, love,” is all he says before diving into my opening with that masterful tongue, kissing my opening just as he did my mouth. He can control every part of me with that tongue, or so it seems.