He was breathing just as heavily. As he stayed focused on her, his fingers separated her folds and found the heart of her. She gave a responsive jerk and was lacerated by his territorial look.
His eyes flared at her easy response. Then, he sank a finger into her wet sheath.
"Oh my God." She cried out. A hot, pulsing ache built in the pit of her stomach.
His eyes were intent, compelling, heated, and her tummy flipped wildly as his attention remained one hundred percent absorbed on her face.
He pumped his finger in and out of her in long strokes, and her breath caught in her throat. He twirled his finger inside her tight channel and pushed against her clit with the palm of his hand, he saw her suck in a breath and then tighten her arms around his neck.
He felt her reaction like an arrow of need straight to his groin, his head lowered and their kiss exploded.
She began licking and sucking at his tongue in mindless desperation. He added another thick finger inside her, taking her in a fast, hard and deep rhythm. He was determined to make her enjoy every moment of this, and prepare her for meeting each and every demands he'll make on her tonight.
Soft, breathy moans left her mouth and he caught it all with his mouth. Then, he ended the kiss and maneuvered himself down, underneath the covers, until his head came between her legs.
Her eyes widened at his intent as he seated himself in between her body. She can barely see the outline of his upper body.
Her legs trembled.
Gripping her knees in his hands, he separated her legs and kissed along her inner thighs until he came to her moist femininity. A growl escaped him as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.
She stiffened, bared in the most vulnerable way a woman would ever be.
"Just keep calm baby." He murmured.
The rare endearment did it for her. Her muscles went liquid, her head laid back on the bed. She squeezed her eyes closed and swallowed.
He slid his fingers into her delicate folds and separated her, looking at the very heart of her. So pink and wet, it glistened with her aróusal for him.
she's his. She's perfect for him.
Pushing the ugly realistic thought away, he swiped her with his tongue, from bottom to top and then repeated the action. Her taste hit him in an addictive rush.
She mewled and shuddered.
Gripping her hips in his hands, he looked up and found her eyes hot on him..." Hope it's good?"
"Yyyy-Yes." She replied breathlessly
He did it again. He swiped his tongue up and down, and barely aware that he was probably bruising her hips where he held her, he ran his hands down and then up to hold the essence of her open to him.
Her taste, her scent were a lure he couldn't deny, and he knew now, his craving for her would never go away. Damnation.
Derrick trailed his fingers up to the silk of a nipple and tugged at it, running it between his fingers and thumb until it turned into such a turgid little peak that it almost drove him crazy.
She made the mewling noise in the back of her throat again and lifted her hips, begging him for more. He complied, trailing his hand back down, and with his teeth tugging at her feminine núb, he slid his middle finger up and inside of her until it couldn't go any deeper.
"Goodness." She gasped for breath, wounding up so tight.
Concentrating on the soft noises she was making, he licked her feminine núb, tugged at it with his teeth, licked it again. Over and over, while he manipulated his finger inside, against her tricky spot.
She was close, he could tell, and as a new wave of lust hit him full force, she let out a soft wail and began to come. Her fingers clenched in his hair and tightened, her body stiffening under his hands.
She cried out and he knew she was falling over the edge.
Sharp, fierce satisfaction blended with the ravenous need running down his spine, his muscles corded while he let her ride out her release even as the sudden awareness came to him that he needs to be inside her or he will do something really shameful like releasing without physical stimulation.
Yet, he slowly parted her out of her mindless bliss. After a moment, she quieted, and with little to no control left, he released her, rose up on his knees and came over her, spreading her legs farther apart as he pushed between them.
On second thoughts, he grabbed the two pillows on the bed and supported her back before coming down on top of her again. This position was much better, she smiled at him in gratitude.
"Okay?" His voice hoarse with unfulfilled desire.
"Yes." She laid pliantly, gazing up at him with eyes that hid nothing.
Anticipation gripped him by the throat and his abs laced into steel bands as his erection jutted between them. Needing something he'd never felt before, he lifted her arms over her head, encircling them with one hand, and held them pinned to the mattress.
Fire grabbed his guts, smoldering down his spine, and a primally need utterly beyond Derrick's demon demanded that he claim her this very instant. He did.
In one swift motion, he buried himself inside her. Nina moaned, her body still humming from the aftermaths of her release. He rose above her, holding most of his weight away from her, he lifted and thrust back.
He fell into a pattern, taking her hard and fast. Her breath snagged, her heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes and found him staring into her face, only inches away. His nostrils flared and a tic beat wildly in a face slashed with red.
Their eyes held and lost in an invisible connection that held no tomorrow.
He plunged and withdrew all the while, lost in the ocean that is her gray eyes.
Her liquid heat surrounded him, drawing him in like a sorcerer's spell until he felt the familiar tingling begin from his balls.
He came undone. There was no other word for it. His groan split the air and his thrsts lost patterns. His grip on her arm tightened, she felt the hot jets of his release deep inside her.
In the last minute, he rolled over to the side, taking her with him. Sleep was finally beating at her, it caused a smile to graze her face.