“You want to show me how you like it, Thorn?” he asked in a raspy voice. “You touched yourself before, right?”
I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush. The challenge in his eyes lit fire inside me, and sliding from under him, I kicked off my leggings and left only his jersey on, being completely naked in front of him.
Derek swallowed hard, his eyes eating up every inch of my body. I wasn't shy about my body. I didn’t like the tiny rolls forming on my stomach when I slouched or on my scar, but overall, I worked very hard to stay fit despite not dancing, and I was proud of how I looked.
Opening my legs wide, I showed him my bare pussy, thankful for the dim lights, and placed my index finger on my clit, teasing myself in slow circles.
Derek's eyes burned my exposed skin as he came closer, like a predator watching my finger move.
“Show me how wet you are,” he asked, his voice so much deeper than before.
I bit into my lip, stopping the grin from forming, and pushed my finger inside me with a loud moan. I moved it a couple of times before I pulled it out and showed him the glistering finger.
All my shyness evaporated when I saw the power I had over him. He looked hungry, stunned, and clueless all at once. Like he didn't know how to proceed with me.
“Happy? Are you going to take over? I thought having a boyfriend meant I didn't have to do this myself anymore...”
Derek sucked my finger into his mouth before he grinned at me. “I think it's time for my dessert.”
He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to himself, positioning his lips over my center.
“Derek, you...” I tried to wiggle out, but his thundering blue eyes stopped me.
“If you thought I’d be happy to just finger you, you were mistaken. I need to taste you, Thorn.” And with that, he placed his mouth on my center, and I saw stars.
Yeah, he definitely knew what he was doing. The way he held my hips in place; firmly but gently. The way his tongue circled my clit, driving me crazy, and how his fingers moved in and out of me, all in perfect unison.
It didn't take long until I was a wiggling, heaving mess, and I was begging him. “Oh my God, I'm going to come...”
“That's it, Thorn. I want you to come for me. I want to taste all of you.”
He didn't have to ask me twice, stars exploded from behind my eyes, and I've never in my life came as hard as I did then. Derek continued to lick me well after I came down from the high, enjoying every drop of my release.
I covered my face with my hands, blush creeping onto my cheeks. “Oh my God... that was...”
“Amazing, I know,” Derek muttered as he kissed his way up my body, taking a short pit stop at my still aching nipples and sensitive spot over my neck, before kissing my lips.
I thought tasting myself on him was going to be strange, but I loved it. Wrapping my legs around him, I kissed him hard, and I loved the little chuckle escaping him.
“My greedy little baby,” he muttered over my lips.
“Should I?” I asked, blinking at her. “Take care of you?”
“No, Thorn, I'm good,” he shook his head. “This is all about you today.”
“We are supposed to celebrate you,” I reminded him.
“Trust me, I can't imagine a better way to celebrate than being buried between your thighs while you wearmy jersey.”
I blushed again and cleared my throat.
“Movie?” Derek suggested, his voice rough.
“Movie,” I agreed, reaching for my panties and his hoodie.
We rearranged ourselves again, this time with me half-draped across his chest, his arm around me, a blanket pulled over both of us. The movie had progressed significantly, but neither of us cared.
Derek's hand drew lazy patterns on my back, the touch soothing and hypnotic. My eyes grew heavy, the combination of the late hour, the emotional day, and the warmth of his body lulling me toward sleep.
