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I drive her crazy for a few more minutes, then sit back up and push the tip of my dick into her, no doubt driving her senses wild.
“Oh my god,” she moans. “Derek, please.”
I push into her again, slowly, but not stopping this time. Her fingernails press into the flesh of my back, sending a flurry of goosebumps over my skin. God, she feels amazing. All these years spent not knowing what I was missing fall away from my thoughts and all I know is I want more of this, more of her.
We find a rhythm, exploring, figuring out the other’s body. I kiss her mouth hard, biting her bottom lip, licking and sucking. All the while, she moans against me, arching into me with every thrust.
Her hands travel down my sides and around, running over the rippled muscles of my stomach as they flex. Her touch is both soothing and full of need—full of want. I press my lips to the exposed top of her tit, the rest shielded by the thin lace of her lingerie. At my kiss, Willette reaches up to free them from their constraints. Her tits may be my second favorite thing after her cherry tattoo. I flatten my tongue against her nipple again, her breath shuddering.
“Oh fuck,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”
This spurs me on, my pace quickening just a touch as I push deeper into her. I stare down at her face, now contorting in pleasure. I want to watch. I want to see the expression in her eyes when I make her come for me.
She begins to unravel, her moan turning nearly full scream. I can’t help but think how lovely she is like this. There’s a devious pleasure in knowing I did this to her.
As she clings to me, still catching her breath, I feel my own orgasm building. She looks up at me, smiling bashfully.
“Your turn,” she whispers as she rocks into me. The sensation is maddening, and exactly what I need to plummet over the edge.
I collapse against her, our breathing still heavy. Nuzzling my nose against her cheek, I press light kisses along her jawline. Willette turns her face into me, pressing her forehead to mine, kissing me back.
“That was amazing,” she says.
“The feeling is mutual,” I confirm. “So, are you hungry now?” I laugh. “The food might be a little cold.”
“I’m starved,” she says. “Cold is fine. And worth it.”
I couldn’t agree more.
We lie there for a few minutes longer before untangling and sorting ourselves out. And by sort, I mean clean up. People should really normalize this part of sex. Don’t sit there and act like you just roll over covered in sweat and cum for a good night’s sleep.
We meet back at her couch, me in fresh boxer briefs, her in those delectable little boy shorts and a cropped tank top. I can’t stop myself from running my hand over the smooth, tattooed skin on her stomach as she passes me the gyros.
Damn, she really did grow up.
COUNT ON ME
WILL
My mind is racing as we crawl into bed together.Me. And Derek. In bed. Together.Life is wild, the way you’re sure it’s going one way but then it just flips upside down on you. Sometimes, like in this case, it’s for the best. It’s quite literally a dream come true.
Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of going to bed beside Derek Tanner?
Too many to count.
After we finished eating in our underwear, we put away the trash and walked to my bed like it was just the most normal thing. I mean, we have fallen asleep together. But I still can’t get over how surreal this whole thing feels.
Christ, if he knew even a fraction of my infatuation has turned into being in love with him, he’d probably have a panic attack. I know I would. I’m resolved in him never knowing. It’s not a lie necessarily, but more an omission. There’s no sense in him knowing. Relationships have been founded on way worse than a little omission. This is for both our sakes. This situation is tricky enough without complicating it even further.
“Come here,” Derek says, opening his arms to allow me to cuddle into his chest.
I wrap my leg over his, and he tangles his feet into mine as he pulls his arm over me. He squeezes me against him gently, inhaling deeply and pressing a kiss to my temple.
I laugh. “Did you just smell me?”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He smirks.
“That’s sort of creepy, you know.” I laugh again.
