I shock myself with my boldness. I’m not like this. I’m the giver. The one always worrying about everyone else and putting herself last.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I’m going to take what I want. I want to be the bold, confident woman who doesn’t worry about her limited experience with guys.
Derek shrugs out of his shirt as I undo the last button.
“You can do whatever you want, Sutton.”
“I can?” I take a small step back, eyes raking over his bare chest. “God, you are like a wet dream.”
I don’t care that it slips out. The six-pack—hell, an eight-pack—graces his beautiful stomach. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it off over my head and drop it at my feet.
“Sutton. Fuck. You’re beautiful.”
Running a hand over his abs, I push him down on the bed and step between his legs. I love that he is giving me control. It makes me feel powerful.
I trace my finger over Derek’s collarbone, taking everything about this man in. My touch is reverent as it covers every bare inch of skin I can get my hands on. Derek’s hands hold the back of my thighs, but they don’t move. He isn’t pushing me, and it makes me fall that much harder for him.
“Sutton. Please.”
The plea that spills from his lips has me tipping his chin up and kissing him. Derek grabs my hips and pulls me down on his lap. I whimper at the feel of his dick between my own legs. He is huge and I’m going to feel it for days.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. The tangle of our tongues has fire heating up my entire body.
I’ve never been more on edge in my entire life, and hell, all we’ve done is kiss.
Large hands drift up my back and undo the clasp on my bra. Derek’s lips trail down my neck in a whisper of a touch. When he gets to my shoulder, his lips follow the strap of my bra down.
“Sutton,” he growls. “I can’t stand how fucking sexy you are.”
He presses open-mouthed kisses down my chest before taking my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh God!”
I have no time to be embarrassed about my body as Dereklavishes it with attention. The way his tongue devours my nipple like he needs it to breathe has me grinding even harder over him.
“More, Derek. I need more.”
Wrapping me in his arms, Derek lifts me up and moves me to the center of the bed. He wastes no time as he toes out of his shoes and drops his shorts to the floor. The tent in his boxers has me pushing up onto my elbows.
“I told you, Sutton. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He rubs a palm over the growing bulge.
“I want you to split me wide open.”
Derek crawls up the bed, holding his weight over me. The grin on his face is cocky, but I know he can back it up as he rolls his hips against my jean-clad pussy.
“I’ve got you.”
Derek does another roll of his hips, and it has mine rising off the bed to meet his. I’m wearing far too many clothes and want to feel him against me.
Derek captures my mouth with his, settling his weight on top of me. I wrap my legs around him as our kisses grow heated. We’re learning and discovering what the other likes as our hands roam. His hand finds the button on my jeans and unsnaps it, resting there, and the feel of it low on my stomach has me moaning against his lips.
“Are you wet for me, Sutton? What will I find here?”
Derek rests back on his knees and pulls open the sides of my jeans.
“Find out for yourself,” I egg him on. I want his mouth on my pussy. To feel what he can do to me when he brings me to orgasm. I want everything with Derek.
