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The signal, of course Derek has a signal to let the driver know he’s fucking in his limo. I’m not the tiniest bit surprised. Derek doesn’t have a reputation as an epic player for no reason, and the limo is definitely part of the legend. I’d be lying if I said I’d never fantasized about what’s about to happen between us. Derek and his limo have played starring roles in some of my filthiest fantasies. I have no doubt that the real thing is going to surpass whatever I’ve dreamed.
I’m straddling Derek, my knees planted on either side of his hips, sinking into the soft buttery black leather of the seats. My hands grip the collar of his jacket and his free hand is resting on my hip. The limo might be air-conditioned, but I’m burning up. I pull back from my kiss with Derek and we’re both breathing hard, our breath mingling.
“Eliza, are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, the lust creeping into his voice making it deeper, rougher.
“More than ready,” I say kissing him hard and dirty, all teeth and tongue, nipping at his lower lip teasingly.
Derek yanks my head back again, taking control. He flicks his tongue over that spot behind my ear that never fails to make me shudder with delight. I feel my toes curl inside my silver Giuseppe Zanotti heels, and I utterly fail to hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
“Yes, Derek,” I breathe as I tug impatiently at the shirt and jacket covering way too much of his skin.
“Easy baby,” he says releasing my hair to slip out of his jacket. I start unbuttoning his shirt; my heart is hammering in my chest as inch by inch, button by button, I reveal the hard muscles of his body. Derek is perfection. His chest and eight-pack abs look like they’re carved from stone. I run my hands over his body reveling in the perfection that is Derek. He captures my lips again as his hands slide down my sides, pulling up my dress as he deepens our kiss. Our tongues dance around each other as the taste of Derek mingles with alcohol on my tongue. I’m intoxicated and it’s not from the drinks at Armani. It’s a straight shot of pure Derek. His hands are on my shoulders, now sliding the thin spaghetti straps of my cocktail dress down my shoulders. Derek pulls back and his lips brush the bare skin of my left shoulder trailing kisses across my collarbone to right shoulder. His hands slide down, grazing my hard nipples rubbing the silk of my dress against them.
Derek raises an eyebrow.
“No bra Eliza?” he asks.
“I didn’t need one with this dress,” I say, “but at least I’m wearing panties.”
Derek chuckles low in his throat. “You won’t be needing those either,” he says, brushing his hips against mine as he slides one hand up my thigh and grabs the string to my thong. One good hard yank and I feel the wet lace ripping away from my body. Derek tosses it away. Maybe I should invest in La Perla. The way Derek and Carter destroy lingerie I’m making the company a goddamned fortune.
Before I can think more about the possibility of lingerie investments Derek’s melting my brain with a fiercely passionate kiss that steals my breath and all coherent thought from my mind. It sends pleasure spreading through me making my breath catch in my chest. It’s a promise and a dare, and it makes my pussy wet. I press my now bare pussy against Derek’s lap and he’s rock hard and feels fucking huge.
I grind against him and he groans low in the back of his throat. The sound is sexy as hell and I want to hear him make it again. Derek slips his hand under my dress, and his fingers quickly find my wet pussy. The tip of his finger strokes idly up and against my pussy, slowly driving me insane with lust. I move my hips trying to speed up the pace, but Derek’s not having it. He’s in control and apparently his plan is to drive me insane with longing.
“Derek, please,” I beg.
That must be the magic word because he slides two fingers between my lips pumping them in and out. His thumb finds my clit. It swells beneath his touch—slow deliberate circles that leave me panting and needing more.
“Look at you Eliza, so wet for me already,” he says smug.
I don’t have it in me to care that he’s being a smug ass, not when his hands feel this good. Not when his thumb is against my swollen throbbing clit, and driving me higher and higher toward ecstasy. Derek clearly thinks there are better things to do with his mouth, because I feel his hot, wet tongue flick over one nipple, and then the other. Then his mouth latches onto my left nipple sucking while his free hand pinches my right one. All the while his thumb is working my clit like he owns my body. Like this isn’t the first time we’ve been together. Derek is like a maestro creating a symphony of pleasure within my body that’s lighting every nerve in my body with the fire of lust.
