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A/N: STILL VERY MATURE
"There is only one happiness in this life, and be loved. - George Sand
With my legs wrapped around his waist he lowered us down on the bed.
I sucked in a few deep breaths as I felt his hand glide up my thigh and then stop. His eyes glided down my body, lingering at my legs.
"What's wrong?" I asked tentatively, cupping his face to look at me. "I don't want you to stop, Derek."
"I should. " Desire evident in his eyes.
I lightly pushed him back so that I could be the one on top of him. "Now you listen, Derek Palmer. You are really testing my patience and you sure as hell is messing with my self esteem. I know you want me so just--- shut up." I lifted the slip up and over my head, leaving only a bra and matching panty left.
"Fuck," his voice constricted, a groan escaped from his mouth.
Feeling brave, my hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, tracing his abs as he groaned. I helped him out of his shirt. "This will only work if we're both naked."
His hands moved to my bare thighs and my breath caught when his fingers grasped the edge of my panties. My hand shot out to still his.
"Fast?" He asked concerned. I nodded so he gave me a smile, and reached out to tip my chin to his level. "We have all night, Lia." Derek pulled me flush with him and our lips melted together. His tongue slid between my lips
His fingers threaded through my hair, and my fingers dug into his back. Both breathless between kisses, his warm breath sent a trail down to my ear lobe. He sucked it between his lips before moving down to my neck.
I bit my lip. I didn't want him to stop. I open my mouth wider and deepen the kiss.
Derek flipped me over and hovered over me, putting his hands on either side of my head.
My shaky hands nervously fumbled to his waistband.
Our time was here and I needed to take advantage of every moment I had with him. I cant trust him to follow through when before he had opportunities and he stopped midway.
"Relax," he whispered, taking my hand in his. With his other hand he undid his zipper and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor. All that was left was his underwear.
I clenched my thighs, as I nervously reached out to touch him, there. He sucked in a breath when I wrapped a hand around him and stroked.
I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me, very intensely.
He wanted me.
I felt that he wanted me.
"Lia, my turn." he stilled me. His hands made their way to my bare thighs again and his fingers grasped the edge of my panties and he pulled it down.
Preparation down there, would pay off, as Sam told me about earlier in the day.
"Your perfect," he said, nudging my thighs apart. He positioned himself between my legs, and ran his hands up and down my thighs.
"Derek, please," I gasped out, pressing myself against him, moving against him.
I felt him harden through his underwear and reached out to pull at his waistband when Derek brought my arms to hover over my head.
"Shh," Derek pulled at my bra strap, then moved his hands behind my back to unhook my bra. He tossed it on the ground and his thumb stroked my breast. "This is it, baby. You and me."
There was pulsing between my thighs increasing in speed .
God, I just wanted him. I needed more.
"Derek please," my pulse racing.
"What do you want, baby?" He captured my mouth. "Tell me." His lips left mine and made a wet trail, leading him past my breasts and to my clit. My body jerked when I felt his tongue explore. Everything just awakened from his touch.
"Derek, please." I cried out, tugging on the strands of his hair impatiently. 'Mmm."
He chuckled, sliding his finger over my warmth. "You're so beautiful, baby. I'm so fuckin' lucky." He slipped one finger followed by another, pumping in and out. Derek watched me, wild with excitement as I closed my eyes to gasp and grabbed a handful of the sheets in the palm of my hand. "Mmm, don't stop," I begged, lifting my hips to encourage him to pump faster.
Derek pulled out his fingers and grabbed both my hands, pressing them over my head with one of his. He was panting hard and just stared at me.
I pulled my hands down from over my head and reached down to his waistband and pushed the cotton down so there was nothing left to separate us. "This is what I want," I clasped my hand around him and positioned him between my legs.
He laughed amused by my comment and then the next thing I knew, he was reaching into the night stand and pulled out a condom. I noticed that his hands were trembling as he ripped the condom from the wrapper and slipped it on.
I wanted to ask him if he was okay but I was too scared to. I didn't want to give him a reason to back out.
Derek guided my legs to spread a bit wider and then I felt him--- his hardness rubbing against me. He then slipped inside of me and slowly went deeper until he was all the way in.
"Fuck," he breathed out, sucking on my neck. "Your so tight, baby."
"Slowly," I held his hips, encouraging him to continue and I started to move with him.
**
Morning came and when I woke, Derek naked body was nestled with mine.
I bit my lip remembering the nights events and then wiggled myself free from his arm and slid to the edge of the bed.
I stood up, and made my way over to the bathroom door where a bathrobe was hanging. I slid it over my shoulders and tip toed to the front door to find my black duffel bag. I had brought a spare set of cloths and I really should check my phone.
To no surprise, there were plenty of text messages. Sam sent me one wishing me luck and then there were a ton of messages from Spellman
From Jacob
I'm here
From Jacob
Where the fuck are you? I told you to not be late.
From Jacob
Your making a big fucken mistake
I laughed and walked with my phone back to the bedroom. Spellman needed a proof photo right? I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture of Derek sleeping and attached it to a message to Spellman
From Kahlia:
He wasn't a mistake.
Suddenly Derek rolled over with only one eye open and he asked, "Did you just take a picture of me?"
I looked up from my phone and smiled at him. "Spellman asked for proof didn't he? I just sent him a picture of you sleeping. No nudity, if that's what your worried about." He needed his confirmation.
Derek stretched his arms and sat up in the bed. "Feel okay?" He asked quietly.
"Better then okay." Everything turned out perfectly. I felt a little sore because it had been awhile for me but I couldn't be happier.
I just hope he doesn't regret last night.
I tightened the robe around my body and looked around the bedroom. "You know, I was so confused by you being here instead of Spellman that it didn't even register that you decorated the place for me."
"I knew it had to be special."
"Was it? Special for you?" I pressed, a little nervous to hear what he has to say.
"Dont tell me you think I regret what happened between us last night."
I didn't know how this works. Are you suppose to tell the person that it was the best night of your life?
"Yes," I started. "Your acting sort of nonchalantly."
"Baby, it was the best night of my life. Somethin' I've fantasized about for years." Derek reached out for me, and I walked over to him.
"Good... I just didn't want you to regret last night. It---meant a lot to me."
Derek slipped his hands underneath the robe and cupped my bottom. He pressed me firmly against him and I could feel his obvious arousal, "Don't ever questions my feelings for you. They are real."
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