“She rarely ever does,” Birdie says, leading me forward, each deliberate step backward toward the bed having my pulse ratcheting up.
When she reaches the bed, she leans over to her nightstand, and a click sounds through the room. A soft light illuminates her trusting features, and I smile down at how beautiful she looks. Slipping her cardigan to the floor, she starts to lift her shirt over her head, and I am mesmerized.
She’s wearing a soft white bra, no frills, no fuss, and she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I swallow, taking her in as she starts to unbutton her jeans, her eyes on me the whole time. But before she can accomplish her goal, I step closer, wrapping an arm around her back and another under her leg, lifting her to me and putting her on the bed. She gives a small squeak and laughs as I land over her.
“Well, hello there.” Her voice is deep and smooth, her eyes on fire as she takes me in. I may still be fully clothed, but Birdie makes my skin feel so alive that I’m sure the clothes are going to burst into flames and fall like ash from my body.
I reach down, slanting my lips over hers and tasting every part of her. My lips slip down her jaw and over her collarbone, trailing loving and worshipful kisses there, dragging my tongue down between her breasts where I pause, right before I suck her skin hard.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Well. That’ll do.” - Elizabeth
ELIZABETH
Obviously, it’s been a minute since I’ve had sex with a man, but I have to give credit where credit is due. Derek knows exactly what he is doing.
His mouth suctions over my skin, and I let out a moan in pleasure. It’s completely involuntary. I’m not even a noisy sex person. I prefer silence. And maybe it’s because it’s been a long time, but there is something Derek is doing to me, something his touch ignites, that hasn’t been ignited in quite some time.
Maybe ever.
His mouth trails down over my stomach, his tongue reaching out and swirling around like he is sure he knows which nerves and touches will make my hands slide into his hair and clench hard.
His hands make quick work of my jeans, sliding the material off before he is back to my body, his hands and mouth everywhere. My center is already throbbing, and I know exactly where Derek is heading with that mouth of his.
Part of me is ready to protest. I haven’t had a man go down on me more than once, and I was sure no one likes that. But Derek’s nose runs over the outer edge of my panties, and he moans, deep and guttural like an animal starved, before he takes those panties and rips them clean off.
I gasp and lean up on my elbow, my lust-filled haze taking in the man before me. I didn’t even realize he had kneeled at the edge of my bed and taken his shirt off. His muscles gleam sexily in the low light, and I take in every delicious inch. “Come here.”
He ignores my pleas, his eyes taking in every inch of me, and he shakes his head. “Not until I get a taste of you.”
Pressing his hand onto my stomach, I lie back and gasp when he reaches under my knees and jerks me forward. I quickly undo my bra, wanting to be completely bare-skinned in this moment.
His nose touches the top of my slit before his tongue takes one languid lick.
“Oh my.” I lose my words, one hand fisting the blanket beneath me and another reaching up, twisting and playing with my breast. The feelings he’s invoking in me are some that I haven’t felt in far too long. “Derek,” I moan, feeling him arrange my legs so I can wrap them around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
His big hands wrap around my hips, and his mouth devours me.
It takes no time at all for his tongue—the one that seems to enjoy punishing me with lick after lick—to make my skin combust completely, and I come in his mouth, my moans leaving me far too loudly, and I slap my hand over my mouth.
His body is suddenly there, lifting me and holding me tight. For a moment, he holds me suspended, his mouth attaching to mine in a rough, brutal kiss that has my hand raking into his gorgeous hair. I taste myself on him, feeling myself grow more and more ready for what he has to offer.
He slips me beneath the blankets and shucks his jeans and boxers. I take him in, his length, his girth—my hell—and his molten eyes that devour every inch of me.
I move back, making room for him, and he slips in beside me, his hand resting on my cheek before our lips are fused together again.
So this is what months of skirting the line is getting us. I’m not mad about it, but I also am not going to wait another few months for us to be together again.
He rolls us, slipping me underneath him, and I relish the feel of his big, strong body on top of mine. “How are you feeling, pretty girl?” he asks, his nose running over mine. I already feel his length against me. There’s really no hiding that thing, and I quiver with excitement.
“I want you inside me. Right now,” I say breathlessly, reaching up and pulling his head down to mine. I kiss him with passion I didn’t know I possessed. He gives it right back to me, and I push down all the emotions I’m feeling.
Only, I stop and wonder for a moment. Why shouldn’t I feel them? I have every right to. I have every right to fall for a man like Derek who treats me well, who seems to have those same emotions right back to me.
Derek moves, grabbing something, and I hear the sound of a condom being opened. He situates himself until he’s at my entrance, and I open my legs wider, inviting him in.
