For a good minute, he savors me, his eyes never leaving mine until we’re both gasping with need. Reaching down, he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it along the length of my slit and coating himself, teasing my clit and preparing me for him. “That’s it, cover me, baby, mark me with your honey. I could come just rubbing my cock against your little clit, Kat. Does that feel good?”
The circles he’s drawing on my pussy with his cockhead are driving me wild, and I chase him, moving my hips to get him where I need him. “Ready, Kat?”
I nod, and he thrusts inside me in one deep stroke, filling me completely. Inside, he pauses to let me adjust as I cry out, the stretch both sharp and so good all at once. I begin to move, rolling my hips as my fingers dig into his forearms, pulling him down. I need more. I need to feel him pressing me into the mattress and dominating me with his strength, his masculine essence that nobody’s ever been able to bring enough of before.
Derrick takes the cue, beginning to press in and pull out slowly but powerfully, bottoming out deep inside me on every stroke. His body presses into mine, my breasts flattening against the hard muscles of his chest, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, drawing him in tighter.
“You’re so tight, Kat,” Derrick rasps in my ear. “It’s like you can barely take me. Please tell me I’m not hurting you.”
I’m barely able to string a coherent thought together, so I use my feet to urge his hips closer to mine, rambling, “Not hurting, just so good. Fuck, Derrick . . . I don’t think I’ve ever been this full.” My rambles die out into breathy hitches with every thrust of his cock into me.
I see him smile and know I said the right thing. He keeps pressing inside me, and I tighten my grip, letting my fingers roam over the muscles that stretch across his back. He covers my mouth in a kiss, holding my hips still as he stays deep, grinding into me. “You can take me, Kitty Kat. You’re squeezing my cock just right. You’re fucking milking me every time you fuck me back.”
I tense my inner muscles, lifting my hips to meet his, the rhythm becoming frantic and my movements becoming wild. Derrick pulls back slightly, slipping a hand between us to strum across my clit, and I cry out. “Yes!”
“Keep telling me what you want, Kat,” he growls as he strokes my clit. “Do you want me to tease your needy clit, barely brush across it, or do you want it slow and steady? Maybe fast and hard?”
As he says each option, he demonstrates, progressing from a feathering touch to soft circles and finally to a blurring stroke. It doesn’t matter. My orgasm is building with every thrust, every caress of my clit, and I squeeze him, loving it.
“Yes! I’m coming,” I cry out, and he pinches my clit firmly, the sharp sting mixing with pleasure as he pounds into me. It shatters me, my body flying apart, and I buck wildly beneath him, my hands grabbing for the blanket to keep me grounded. Somehow, I’m floating away, white sparks flashing across the blackness of my closed eyelids.
From far away, I hear Derrick panting, his voice growling and wondrous at the same time. “Goddamn, Kitty Kat. You’re damn-near choking my cock. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna fill you up. Your pretty little pussy, so full of my come until you can’t even hold it.” The idea must trigger something for him, and his whole body tightens as he holds himself deep inside me.
He roars as the orgasm takes him, and he loses the rhythm, his body jerking as he comes. I lift against him, taking over the rhythm to help him ride out the pleasure as long as possible until he collapses onto me, our gasping breaths mixing as we smile at each other.
He lifts up to kiss me gently but thoroughly before he pulls out slowly, both of us groaning. I feel the immediate loss of fullness and already wish he were inside me again. He steps out to the bathroom to handle the condom and I take a big breath. It’s late, and after the two best orgasms of my life, both of which shockingly happened in one night, I can’t keep my eyes open.
He walks back into the bedroom, and there’s no need to ask, and even if he did, I think my open arms answer the question well enough. Snuggling up, we drift off together, and it’s probably less than ten seconds later before I’m fast asleep.
Chapter 11
Derrick
It feels a little weird to be getting dressed up for a first date with a woman that I’ve already seen naked and had sex with, but that’s what I’m doing. Weirder still, we’re getting ready for our ‘first date’ while the sun is still up. With my job making me a consistent night worker and Kat’s job leaving her with a lot of flexibility as to when she does her work, it seemed just natural to have our date now.