keeper (d. Hale)

no interruptions.

By the time Derek had Delilah in the bedroom, she had already completed removing her pants and was currently working on her shirt. She was not going to leave anything up to chance this time and she felt if it was up to Derek to undress her again, they would need never get anywhere.

Derek had kicked their bedroom door closed behind him, before turning back to Delilah. She sure was a sight to see as her arm was currently caught in her shirt as she hadn't yet removed her sling in her hast.

Delilah whined as she fought in the shirt, trying desperately to remove it from her body. Derek placed his hands on top of hers and forced her to stop.

"Derek? Help." She cried unable to see him but she felt Derek step away from her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Delilah felt as Derek pressed her gently to lay flat on the bed. Her legs were dangling off the edge and she was absolutely throbbing to have him near her.

Derek dragged her feet and placed them on the mattress before prying her legs gently apart. She was a beautiful sight as Derek drank in her in. She was so exposed to him in this position laid out with her top half tangled in her clothing. Reaching up he pushed her shirt higher on her body, exposing her chest to him. Using the tip of his finger, he ran it across the top of her thigh gathering some of the wetness that had rubbed off there earlier in the night and dragged it up to her nipple. Tracing a light ring around the bud, he watched as it formed a stiff peak.

Delilah moaned as he repeated his action with the other side of her chest.

"Derek, please." She cried into her shirt as she slightly lifted her hips from the bed.

Derek watched as her arousal glistened in front of his face.

"You're so wet and you smell so good." He groaned. "I wonder if you taste just as sweet?"

Pulling her hips close to the edge of the bed, Derek licked up Delilah's slit. Delilah cried out at the contact and tried desperately to follow his tongue.

"Hmmm. You do taste sweet. Was this where we were before we were interupted?"

Delilah nodded eagerly as Derek pulled his face back and dragged his stubble along her thigh. She groaned loudly at the contact.

Sitting up, Delilah twisted out of her shirt prison and looked Derek dead in the eye. "Alright, mister, this is how this is going to go. You are going to remove this shirt from me. You are going to take off your clothes. And you are going to finally give me an orgasm before I explode."

Derek dumbly nodded as he removed Delilah's sling and her remaining clothes, before shuffling out of his own. She moved further up the bed and Derek captured her mouth in a searing kiss as he laid her down on their pillows.

Her mouth tasted of coffee as their tongues tangled together in a lazy kiss. Delilah could feel his chest rumble at the contact and she smiled as she held him in place with her hands in his hair.

There was something beautiful about the way they threaded together in the privacy of the house. Perhaps it was the silence that surrounded them, only broken by their sighs of pleasure or the fading light outside the window that caused shadows to dance across their bodies.

Delilah wrapped her leg over Derek's waist and moaned as he pulled her closer to him.

"Derek," she whined as he broke their kiss and made his way along her neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses as he gently pecked her shoulder.

Reaching between then, he lined himself up and gently eased into her. Derek waited and brushed a few curls that had fallen into her face before pulling her lips back to his.