In one movement, Derek yanked off her panties, and the blue polka dots joined the discarded jeans on the couch.
Layla's first instinct was to clamp her knees together, especially with the way he was staring at her--staring there--as if her vagina was a holy relic or something. No man had ever looked at her like that, with such intensity. Such hunger. His blue eyes crackled with it, his desire for her transforming his face into something beautiful and just a tiny bit frightening.
But then she relaxed. There would be no knee closing today, because his obvious desire might have overwhelmed her just a little, but it also twisted her insides and drove every ounce of sensation to her clit.
Layla wanted him to touch it, but not as much as she needed to have him moving inside her. Filling her and stretching her. That was the only thing that could relieve the ache that had transformed over the course of the night into pure torture.
Derek licked his lips, and her body reacted as if it would do anything to give him what he wanted. She felt the wetness seeping out of her, running down between her legs and drenching her swollen skin.
That's what he was doing to her. Drenching her with her own lust.
She shoved aside the thought that when he was done with her, he'd just wring her out and hang her over the line to dry. Oh well. Everyone needed a good wringing-out every once in a while. And since she knew what she was getting into ahead of time, the being left out to dry part wouldn't come as a shock.
"Ummm...it can't be that interesting down there. You've seen one, you've seen them all." Layla tried to pull him down over her, but he stayed where he was, on his knees before her, his fingers curling into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. One hand rested on each side, holding her open as if he thought she would close the holy book and deny him his chance at revelation.
"Shut up, Layla."
She opened her mouth to ream him for talking to her like that, but she closed it again when she saw the crimp in his brow. She'd offended him.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Derek held her gaze, the fire burning.
Her insides twisted again, squeezing out another rush of moisture.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met." He pushed his fingers up her legs, sliding them in the wetness that had escaped to cover her thighs. He smeared it over her skin, coating her with it. "Nothing could ever compare to this."
Her breath caught as the tips of his fingers parted the seam of her labia, massaged the engorged flesh so it rubbed against her clit. The sensation nudged her toward the place where she so longed to be, where her world would shatter and nothing existed but pure bliss.
Layla whimpered as he pushed one finger inside her, crooking it so white flashed behind her eyes and she temporarily lost the capacity for speech.
"Did you hear me?" He held his finger still inside her. "I need you to believe what I'm saying."
She nodded. Hear him. Believe him.
What she believed was that he knew exactly the right thing to say, and that was good enough.
"Listen...I appreciate what you're doing right now, but you don't understand how long it's been...I really, really need you inside me. Now." Layla propped herself up on an elbow and snagged the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer. "Do you want me to beg? Because I've never begged for a damn thing in my life, but right about now..."
"Seriously? All I thought I was getting tonight was pie. It should be me begging you."
"Maybe next time." Layla ripped open the zipper on his fly and jerked his pants down.
The sex-colored pants were enough to fuel her fantasies all week, but now she wanted what was underneath. A thrill ran down her spine when she discovered Derek's lack of underwear. His cock sprang free of the soft red material, arching long and thick from the tapered muscles of his pelvis.
Sweet baby Jesus, the thing was huge. She didn't think penises that large and perfect were a real thing. She always thought they were like a unicorn, a beautiful, mystical thing that women always dreamed about but could never catch.
Well lucky, her. Her rock star was a unicorn, too.
"What can I say. I don't like to be restricted." Derek gave her a half-shrug when she raised a questioning eyebrow. "And did you just agree to another next time?"
Layla's eyes dropped from his face to the monster in front of her. He really didn't understand how long it had been. She might as well be a virgin. Virgins and unicorns did go hand in hand after all.
There was no way that thing was going to fit inside her. She wanted to be filled and stretched, not ripped in two.
"What's wrong?" he said.
She pushed his pants down even farther, the red material bunching at his knees. That cock was going to fit inside her, and she was going to love it, damn it. "Absolutely nothing. Do you have a condom?"
She wrapped her fingers around the velvet smoothness of his cock, trying to get a better idea of what she was dealing with here, size-wize. When she touched him, he hissed out a breath and bucked in her hand.
So thick. So hard. She squeezed, and he bucked again.
"Fuck, Ms. M."
"What do you think I'm trying to do? Condom?"
While Derek rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet, she stared at the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip of his cock. What the hell. They both knew a "next time" would probably never come. Might as well do what she wanted this time.
She leaned down and licked the droplet from the tip, enjoying the salty taste of him on her tongue as she dipped inside the slit of his cock in search of more.
Derek cursed and dropped his wallet on the floor. She traced her tongue around the ridge of the head, delving back into the slit as another drop of moisture sprung up. His hand pressed against the back of her head, his fingers tugging at her hair in that way that had almost made her lose her mind earlier.
No one had ever pulled her hair before, so it had totally surprised her when the sweet roughness of it amped her lust up from tortuous to utterly unbearable.
She placed a kiss on the top of his penis and smiled sweetly up at him. "Maybe next time."
There she went again, agreeing to another next time that would never happen.
"Condom," Layla repeated, the notion flitting through her mind that she was holding his penis like it were a microphone and she was giving it a sound check.
Testing. One, two. Condom please.
Derek snatched his wallet from the floor. The corners of his mouth tilted down as he searched through the flaps. "Shit."
"What?" She already knew what he was going to say.
"No condom."
"You're joking, right?" Layla aimed for her normal no nonsense tone and hit petulant with notes of desperation instead.
Son of a bitch.
She finally decided to do something for herself--or rather let someone do something for himself whilst doing it to her--and the man who should have had an arsenal of condoms on his person at all times couldn't find a single one.
She was sure a guy like him usually carried a few with him, so his current prophylactic-free state either meant that he'd used them all recently, or it hadn't crossed his mind that he might need one with her. Neither scenario appealed to her.
Layla closed her eyes and took a deep breath, shoving the thought of Derek banging a bus full of bouncing, blonde groupies to the furthest corners of her mind where she kept the stuff like teacher record deadlines and utility bill due dates.
"I'm sorry." He sounded angry and every bit as frustrated as she was.
He tilted her chin up to kiss her, which wasn't a great idea considering the mere brush of his lips against hers was like plugging her in and flipping her switches for action. This kiss started out as an apology of sorts, but somehow their tongues ended up thrusting against each other while she groaned into his mouth.
Plus there was the whole issue of his hard-on, which she hadn't even tried to let go of, and her throbbing clit, which had grown so engorged during the ongoing tongue sex that it was beginning to hurt. And not a good hurt, either.
How long had it been, exactly?
Derek broke the kiss, a pained expression on his face. Good. At least he was hurting, too.