Chapter Six
Derek
The ride up to Richmond for dinner had been fun and easy, filled with lots of talking and laughter. The ride back down to Tasha’s apartment was quieter, and the air was rife with the desire that hung heavy between us.
Once we’d navigated safely out of the city and were on I-95 heading south again, I took her hand, pressing it into my thigh. She twisted it to lay palm down on me, her fingers squeezing the tight muscles there.
“Babe, keep it up and I’m going to have to pull off this road into a dark side street. You’re driving me fucking crazy just by being you. Your fingers on me like that are pushing me over the edge.”
“Really?” There was a note of surprised playfulness in her voice. “You mean ... like this?” Her naughty fingers skimmed upward to the place where my dick was barely contained beneath the fly of my dress pants.
“Tasha,” I growled. “Behave.”
“Oh, Derek.” She turned in her seat so that she faced me and lifted our joined hands to rest between her tits. “Behaving is so boring. Being a little bit bad can be much more fun.”
I groaned. “How much further to your place?”
When the car was safely parked in a guest spot near her front door, I pulled the keys from the ignition, but neither of us moved. I unclicked my seat belt and turned so that I faced her.
“Tasha, once we get inside, I’m not going to want to stop touching you. You make me crazy ... but in the best way. You make me want to be the best version of myself. Thinking about being with you—making love to you—is the most mind-blowing idea I’ve ever had. But I want you to know something. If you tell me to stop, I will. If you need me to slow down, or if you need me to go home, I will. You are in charge. You’re in control.” I leaned toward her, threading my hands through her hair and holding the back of her head. “Even if you want me to take charge, one word from you, and I’ll stop.”
“Derek,” she breathed. “Thank you. I needed to hear that. But please don’t treat me like I’m fragile. Don’t feel like you need to be careful with me. I just want you.”
On her last word, she surged over the console, fusing her lips to mine, her tongue thrusting forward to find mine and tangle with it. I kept my hands in her hair, moving her head so that I could get even closer to her. I wanted to touch her everywhere at once, but here, in this space, kissing her was paradise.
Her lips moved against mine, and I held my breath so that I could hear what she was saying.
“Let’s go inside. I want to reach more of you. All of you.”
Together, we stumbled out of the car. I took her by the hand, and we half-ran, half-walked to her front door, where Tasha managed to find her keys and let us in. Once the door was closed behind us and she’d tossed her handbag onto a nearby chair, I pulled her close, until her small body was flush against mine.
She looked up at me, her green eyes huge and luminous. “Hi, Derek.”
I ran my fingers through the curls that covered her head. “Hello, beautiful.”
“What comes next?” She dipped her head, and I spied a stain of pink on her cheeks. “I’ve only ever been with one person, and I don’t want to think about that. If I don’t know what to do—I might not be as, um, sure of myself as the women you’ve been with—”
“Hey.” I nudged up her chin. “There’s only you and me here. What came before doesn’t matter. This is new, and trust me, babe. I’m only thinking of you. You push out any other thought in my mind.”
Her smile was brilliant. “Show me everything. Make me feel, Derek.”
I realized I was trembling a little, as the responsibility of what I was about to do—of the weight of Tasha’s trust—fell on me. Bending my head, I kissed her, running my hands down the slim column of her neck and over her shoulders. I eased down the thin straps that held her dress in place as my lips followed the path that my hands were forging, pausing to suck gently on the thrumming pulse at the base of her throat.
She made a small gasping noise, and my dick, already hard, began to ache. I willed myself to keep moving slowly, to treasure and cherish each second of this first time. Because although we hadn’t spoken any words of commitment, I knew that if I had my way, tonight was the beginning of something I hoped would never end.
Using just my fingertips, I drew down the neckline of her dress until both her small perfect breasts were revealed. They were the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen, made to fit inside the palms of my hands, tipped with rosy nipples that shriveled to points as I drew circles around them with my thumbs.
I wanted to draw those buds between my lips and suck until Tasha moaned my name, but I forced myself to wait. Instead, I dropped to my knees and tugged down the dress, baring her to the waist ... where it stuck and wouldn’t move.
“Derek—there’s a zipper.” I heard the laughter in her voice. “I can reach around and get it.”
“Don’t you dare take that from me.” I shot her a mock-scowl. “Turn around, Tash.”
She obeyed, and I kept my hands on her hips as she turned, learning the terrain of her body. When her back faced me, I reached up and drew down the zipper, revealing a tiny wisp of lacy black panties.
“Oh, man,” I groaned. “Tasha, you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Did I do something wrong?” I could tell by the pseudo-prim tone of her voice that she was teasing. “Is there something you don’t like?”
