We’re both breathless when he pulls back enough to stare down at me. “Beautiful... What are you doing?” A blush spreads across my cheeks and instead of answering him, I use my arms wrapped around his neck to pull him back down to me as I lift my head up to kiss him again.
He holds me to him as he rolls onto his back so I’m now on top. My legs instinctively go to straddle him, and I can’t help but roll my hips as his hardness presses into me. A thrill courses through me with the low groan he lets out. “Precious, what are you doing to me? You’re awake, right?” The worry in his voice tugs at my heart, and I know I can’t ignore his question this time.
I’ve been silent around them, except for when I first woke up, so I take a moment to think through what I would actually like to say. As I think, I place a few kisses on his face, seeing as how he wasn’t against kissing me a few moments ago. He pulls me away to gaze into my face, and I see how serious he is. My response actually means a lot to him.
I guess I can’t keep up with my silence forever, it’s just overwhelming after not having talked to someone else after so long. “I’m awake, Derrick.” My voice sounds pretty shaky to me. He brings a hand up to cup my cheek.
“Thank the Fates, I was worried for a moment. I’m not dreaming, right? Shit, maybe that’s the better question.” He keeps his voice low, almost a whisper.
“I hope you’re not dreaming because it would mean I am too,” I respond while leaning closer to brush my lips against his, and then I place my forehead on his.
Derrick’s hands go to my waist, and they give me a small squeeze. “Not that I’m complaining, but it’s not every day I wake up to a beautiful girl kissing me for the first time. Are you going to make me ask what you’re doing again?” Dang. I guess I won’t be able to get away with anything when it comes to Derrick.
I close my eyes, not willing to see what kind of reaction my answer causes. “It feels right... I... It just feels right. I couldn’t stop myself, it literally hurt me to hold back.” I try to move and get off of him, wanting to at least hide under the blanket after my confession, but he holds onto me, not allowing me to move.
The hand on my cheek moves to my chin. “Look at me, Precious.” I’m powerless against his request, and open my eyes to gaze at him. “You don’t need to be shy about sharing your thoughts with me, ever. Having you, not just in my arms, but also in my life seems right to me too. And your lips... they should be on mine for the rest of our lives.” He sits up as he’s talking, and once he’s done, he seals his words with a quick peck to my lips.
His hardness swells underneath me, and our torsos press together once again. He focuses deep in my eyes and there’s a conviction in his, I just know he’s about to make me uncomfortable. My Derrick is going to push on my bubble, until he either pops it or falls inside it with me.
As if he knows my thoughts, he places another kiss on my lips, a sweet, lingering kiss that makes me chase after him when he pulls away. He gives me a smile and shakes his head. “You can have another, once you tell me your name.”Well, that’s just dirty.
My stomach drops, and I’m pretty certain my face pales. I bite my lip, trying to decide what the chances are that my name will make them all remember who I am. I still haven’t decided how much of a threat Marcellus is to me.
“I have a hobby most don’t find interesting. Up until recently, anytime I share something from it with the guys, it goes in one ear and out the other. I love researching my ancestral history. I think I have somewhat of an idea why you’re hesitant to tell me your name. Just know that I’ll protect you with my life, and if you really don’t want me to tell the others, I won’t. But I need to know your name if I’m going to keep kissing you. We can wait on the rest of your secrets until you’re ready to share them with me, but not this one.”
His eyes shine with sincerity and a check-in with my magic says it doesn’t detect any lies. In fact, there’s a warmth in my chest, screaming for me to trust him. I exhale a heavy breath that I didn’t realize I’ve been holding in. “Cecily,” I whisper to him. I watch to see if there’s any recognition to go along with my name, but there’s no hint he knows who I am, for sure.
“Thank you, Cecily.” The sound of my name on his tongue sends shivers down my spine. He notices and a smirk appears on his face, but thankfully, he doesn’t say anything about it. Well, aside from saying my name again. “Do you want me to keep your name a secret, Cecily?” Yep, he did that on purpose. I squirm on his lap, and his dick gives a little jump in his pants. Well, it seems we can both play this game.
“I don’t know, maybe I want them to work for it as hard as you have.” I emphasize hard with a roll of my hips, but then realize what I just said. My jaw drops, and eyes widen at the brazen words I just uttered. What has come over me? And to allude, I want his friends right after kissing him for the first time... What kind of hussy have I become?
First, I get intimate urges for a man who isn’t my mate, now I’m admitting I’m at the very least attracted to his friends too. He doesn’t know one of them is actually my mate. Shit!
He chuckles at the panic I’m sure is plastered all over my face. “Shhh... Don’t overthink things, Precious.” He tries to calm me down by brushing my hair back. Yeah, that’s easy for him to say, not so easy to do.
His lips land on mine, effectively ending my trail of thoughts. His tongue doesn’t wait before it’s seeking mine out, and I don’t want to deny him his request. Our kiss is instantly heated, and neither one of us has the strength to pull back. In fact, I feel like my magic is actually encouraging me as I moan into his mouth.
As if my moan sent him a command, he jumps into action. His hands travel up the inside of the shirt I’ve borrowed from one of the guys, and they don’t stop until they’re teasing the bottom of my breasts. He uses his knuckles to graze against it, causing me to arch my back to try and encourage his hands to continue their exploration. I whimper as he refuses to give me what I want.
My nipples harden in expectation, but he still teases me by using his thumbs to lightly touch the sides of my breasts. I roll my hips in exasperation, and finally he moves his thumbs to my nipples. Electric shocks shoot through me with his touch, and I break off our kiss as I lean my head back to moan.
He takes this opportunity to kiss down my neck, sending even more pleasure throughout my body. Suddenly, I want to experience the sensation of my naked chest against his. “Derrick, take it off. I need it off now,” I plead with him, hoping he knows I mean the shirt. He growls at my words and his lips leave my skin instantly, causing me to miss his touch.
I don’t miss it for long because a moment later, my shirt is being lifted up and over my head, just barely giving me time to lift my arms up. As soon as it’s off, my arms wrap around his neck again, pulling us close together as I seek out his lips again. His hands move to my back and slowly caress up and down, which is such a contrast to the hurried, desperate way our lips, tongues, and teeth clash together.
I love the way his skin tingles against mine, the way my hard nipples rub on his smooth chest… I just can’t get enough. This is right, it feels like coming home. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. We still have too many clothes on. Derrick places one hand behind my head and flips me around so my back is on the pallet we’re supposed to be sleeping on.
His movements become erratic like he can’t get enough of me either. One of his hands finds its way back to my breast, and his thumb circles my nipple. Our mouths part and I suck in a much-needed breath as he trails kisses along my neck again. Except this time, his kisses keep traveling until his mouth is hovering over the nipple his thumb isn’t circling.
The moist heat from his breath makes my nipple ache, and I want more than anything else in this moment for him to suck it into his mouth. He glances up into my eyes, and I whimper. His tongue darts out and gives my nipple a quick lick and then he blows on it. “Please don’t tease me, Derrick,” I plead with him.
He takes pity on me and gives me what I want. His mouth feels amazing and when his tongue circles my nipple, my eyes flutter closed. They shoot open again when my other nipple is pinched between his fingers, causing me to gasp and stare him in the eyes again. They’re communicating with me, demanding I keep my eyes locked with him.
When his eyes light up with even more passion, I bite my bottom lip to try and keep my moan in. I try to close my legs, to help ease the ache between them, but his body is in my way. How is it possible for him to light me on fire from head to toe? I need more, I don’t know what, but I need it. “Derrick...?” I whimper, hoping he’ll know what it is I desire.
His lips are on mine again before I can blink. Deep kisses with a small nip to my lips every now and again consume me. He wraps one of my legs up around his hip and grinds into me. His rock-hard dick rubs against me, hitting my clit, which sends more pleasure through my body. Yes! This is closer to what I want.
Coldness rushes in when Derrick pulls back, and I’m left in confusion as to why he’s created so much space between us. I question him with my eyes as he hovers over me, taking deep breaths. “We need to stop. If I keep this up I won’t be able to hold myself back, Precious.”
