She blushes a bit.
"I told you. You're dessert."
"I look forward to it."
She leans into me and it feels natural, like we've been doing this forever.
"I'm having a good time with you, Derrick."
"You sound surprised."
"No, just… surprised about the waiting thing," she admits.
I nod. "I could see that. Communication is key."
She nods in return. The doorbell rings.
"That'll be the pizza."
"I'll grab the drinks and meet you in bed."
I make my way to the front door and pay for the pizza, giving the delivery guy a hefty tip. I delivered pizza during college when my dad held my trust fund hostage, telling me it was for my own good to learn the value of a dollar. He wasn't wrong, but he didn't have to be such an asshole when he told me. But that's my dad. An asshole who's always treated me as if I weren't good enough.
I'm more than good enough.
I lock the door and head back to the bedroom and pause in the doorway. There she sits. Audra. In my bed. She braced the pillows against the headboard for us. She's leaning back, her eyes closed, a soft smile gracing her lips.
She opens her eyes when she senses me.
"You know, baby, I think the pizza's too hot to eat right now."
"Is that so?" she questions.
I nod. "Mhm. I wouldn't want you to burn your mouth."
"No, that would be horrible," she agrees, playing my game with me.
I set the pizza box on a table next to the chair in the corner and stalk over to the bed, leaning down over her. I slowly pull my shirt over her head, leaving her bared to me. I kiss her swollen lips and she lets out a moan. She's so pliant, so sexy, so everything.
I begin kissing her neck, then down her chest. I kiss further down, pulling the blankets back as I do. She gasps when I dip my tongue into her naval and I love the sound of it.
"You make the sexiest noises."
"Derrick," she breathes.
"Like that, for instance. Never stop saying my name like that," I coax. Watching her, gauging her reaction, I push her thighs apart and her lips part.
"I think I'll indulge myself, Audra, and have dessert first."
