He started with my breasts, and I discovered that he was a fast learner. He learned which touches made me gasp, which made me arch into him, and which made me dig my nails into his shoulders. His mouth was hot and wet, sucking and nipping my nipples until they were hard pebbles.
Then he trailed kisses down my stomach—over the soft curve I was self-conscious about—and instead of rushing past it, he lingered there. Taking his time kissing and worshipping just like he promised.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his breath warm. “So soft and so perfect.”
“Derek…” I moaned, my hands fisting his hair. “I can’t—it’s?—”
“Too much?” He asked, kissing lower until he reached my hip, and I felt my entire body tense with anticipation. “Or not enough?”
“I don’t know,” I gasped, trying to back off. “But… Derek, I don’t remember the last time I shaved.”
Derek raised his brow and smirked, “I don’t remember the last time I shaved either.”
“Derek!” I said. “You know what I mean…”
He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. “Paige, I don’t care if you shaved or not as long as you will let me fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue.”
“Oh,” I whispered, my sex throbbing. “I… sure.”
He kissed my hand again and asked, “Sure?”
I nodded, more confident this time. “I’m sure. But I don’t know if I’ll like it…”
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he said with a mischievous smile. “I know what you need.”
He settled between my thighs, and the weight of him, with the heat of his breath ghosting over my most sensitive skin, made me shiver.
“Let me give it to you.”
Panic fluttered through me, and my legs started to close. This was too intimate. Too vulnerable and too?—
But Derek didn’t push. He was patient, easing my worries as he gently kissed the inside of my thigh, and his voice was soft when he spoke.
“Hey. Look at me.”
I did, even though my face burned with embarrassment.
“You’re safe with me,” he said, and I believed him. “Always. And you’re so damn sexy like this, I can barely breathe.”
“You really think so?” I asked, my voice uncertain. Because I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt exposed and scared and completely out of my depth.
I had never done this before. And knowing he had been with beautiful supermodels… it made me feel self-conscious.
“I know so,” he said in a firm voice. He licked his lips as his eyes darkened. “Let me show you?”
The question hung between us.
I nodded, and this time I let my legs relax, opening for him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and the possessiveness in his voice sent heat pooling through me. “My perfect, beautiful girl.”
And when he tasted me, my entire world shattered.
I had read about this. Heard friends talk about it with varying degrees of enthusiasm. But nothing—nothing—had prepared me for the reality of Derek’s mouth on my pussy. The feel of his hot tongue, his warm breath, his large hands keeping me spread open… all of it was too much. Every lick of his tongue sent a jolt straight to my core. He found my clit immediately, and I screamed silently into the pillow.
My hands clutched at his hair, at the sheets, at anything as the sensation built and built and built. The room smelled of sex as my moans and his groans echoed around us. It was intoxicating. The feel of his mouth elicited sounds I had never made before. Desperate and needy sounds that should have embarrassed me but didn’t because Derek groaned in response, like my pleasure was his.
“Derek—” I moaned. “I can’t… oh, fuck—I’m going to?—”
