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Derek leans down and kisses my lips tenderly. I relax and lose myself in the kiss. I feel the warm wax dripping onto my nipple. The bite of it feels good, and I moan into his mouth. Bucking my hips off the bed, I beg for more.
Pulling back, he says, “I see you like that. Good.”
I just moan in response. He’s twisting my nipple covered in wax. He moves to the other one and drops some wax on that one. It feels amazing. I had no idea it would feel this way. I imagined I’d feel like I was on fire when he dripped a flaming candle on my body.
“Derek,” I breathe out.
He smirks at me and kisses me again before placing the candle onto the table. Twisting both of my nipples, he moans, grinding his hips into mine. I think he’s going to enter me, but instead, he reaches over and grabs the candle again. The wax is poured down my stomach, and he kisses his way down. I’m a ball of need. When he pushes his hips against mine while playing with my nipples, I let go, letting out a loud moan like a pornstar. Soon, I go weightless. I’m not sure what the better feeling is—coming apart like this or the way it felt when the wax covered me the first time.
He’s a bit more adventurous with it than I am. Lying on his side, he drips the wax so that it’s covering his groin. His hand comes up and gathers the wax, then he strokes himself with that hand. I just lie there watching. I want to touch him, and I want him to touch me.
“Touch yourself for me,” he pleads, his voice strained. “Come on, baby, do it for me.”
I hesitate for a second. I’m not a prude but touching myself is something I usually do when I know I’m all alone. I’ve never done it in front of a man before. He seems so comfortable lying there beside me, pleasuring himself.
“Touch yourself while you touch me.” He grabs my hand and places it on his dick, then he strokes himself with my hand, showing me how he likes it. He moans. I look up at him through hooded lashes.
Letting out a sigh, I let my hand travel down my body and cup my sex. My hands find my folds, and I show him how I pleasure myself. I smirk and then let out a moan. I think back to all the times I touched myself and imagined that my hand was his.
I love the way he’s staring at me right now. His lips are parted, and he’s moaning lowly as I stroke him. His eyes are glued to where my hand is pleasuring me. He takes a finger and inserts it inside me.
“Don’t stop touching either of us,” he grits out.
That’s it. That does it. Those orders and those sounds are all it takes. I come hard, screaming out his name. He kisses my lips tenderly when I stop moving and lie still.
Just when I feel like I’m coming down, he takes advantage. He rolls a condom on, moves me so that I’m on my side, and hitches my leg up over his. In a switch motion, he enters me. I cry out in pleasure. It’s quick and furious. I can’t keep up, let alone move. Derek is twisting my nipples and kissing on my neck. He’s everywhere all at once. I just lie there and moan, attempting to push my ass against him.
With a pinch of my clit, he sends me soaring again. I let go and scream out in pleasure. Derek soon follows me. I lie there, my entire body feeling like jelly.
“We’ve gotta clean up,” he finally says.
“Do we really have to move?” I ask with a giggle.
He slaps my ass playfully, and I let out a yip. I snuggle back into him. I really could lie here all day. I know we have things to do. Well, he does. He has to go to the studio and meet with the boys—more work on the album.
“Are you finished writing all your songs?” I ask him. He has been up late at night writing and working on songs. I think that’s probably why we got busy this morning.
“It’s going well.”
“I heard you a few times last night. I thought it sounded really good.”
“Am I keeping you up?” he asks, kissing my neck.
“No, you’re fine. I can never sleep through the night.”
“You don’t seem to have a problem when I’m lying beside you.”
“It’s your hot body. Helps me sleep at night.”
“You mean the way I look and not the fact that I smother you with my body heat, right?” he teases.
“I totally mean that,” I say with a laugh.
“We really should move, though. Or we’re gonna have a bit of a problem.” He means the condom.
“Fine, let’s get up. But I need a shower. Someone made me a little dirty.”
“Fine,” he says, mocking me playfully. “Let’s get in the shower. We’ve gotta get ready. Are you coming to the studio with me today?”
