Inch by inch, he sank deeper, rubbing tight circles on my clit until I came again just by him filling me up and clenching around him.
Oh, my God. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so many times in one single night and the night hasn’t even ended.
“So fucking tight, Paige,” he said, freezing and pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me.”
Then he moved with long and deep strokes that lit me up from the inside. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. His scent, his heat, the drag of his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over.
Our moans echoed in the hotel room as the air smelled of sex. And for a moment, I wished that this night wouldn’t end.
Derek flipped me onto my stomach suddenly, pulling my hips up. “Been dreaming about this ass for years,” he rasped, sliding back inside with one smooth thrust that made me scream into the pillow. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you. Wanted to be buried in this sweet fucking pussy and hear you moan my name.”
My fingers twisted in the sheets as I whimpered at the deeper angle. His pace turned punishing, and he reached around to rub my clit again, making me cry out as I came for the third time, white-hot lust blinding me.
Thankfully, my orgasm triggered his.
He slammed deep one last time, teeth sinking into the curve of my neck as he spilled inside me with a guttural ‘Fuck, Paige…’.
I shivered at the fullness and sighed into the pillow. It felt perfect. The way he filled me up, our bodies melting against each other, the soft trail of his hand on my back.
When Derek pulled out slowly, I whined at the sudden emptiness. I lay boneless while he pressed lazy kisses to my shoulder, my spine, the nape of my neck. A second later, his arms were around me, dragging me into his chest.
I blinked sleepily. “Wow.”
“Wow indeed,” he said with a soft chuckle against my skin, lips brushing mine when I turned my head. “Give me a few minutes.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
I glanced down and—what the hell? His cock was already hardening up and nudging my thigh.
“Are you serious?” I asked in shock and with a tiny bit of curiosity.
He smirked. “I’m always serious about you, Paige-bear.”
I smacked his chest weakly. He caught my hand, brought my palm to his mouth and kissed the center, eyes locked on mine. His eyes seemed lighter now, bluer like the clear ocean, and I didn’t want him to look anywhere else but at me.
“I don’t think I have the energy to go for round two,” I mumbled, already feeling the soreness between my thighs. “I’m not a teenager anymore…”
Derek shifted, rolling us so he hovered above me again, his hot mouth tracing my neck.
“Who said you have to do anything, hm?” he said, his voice pure sin. “I promised to take care of you, remember? So just lie there and let me worship you. I’ll handle everything.”
His lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, making me melt.
Maybe round two wasn’t a bad idea.
23
JUST USE YOUR WORDS
DEREK
I woke up with Paige draped over my chest like she belonged there because fuck she did. If I could, I’d never let her step out of my arms.
Sunlight slipped through the half-open blinds, soft light splattering over the curve of her back. My palm glided down the dip of her spine, and I couldn’t stop the stupid, lovesick grin that split my face as I thought about last night. Round two had turned into three, then four, until she had passed out mid-moan, lips swollen, body trembling with my name a broken prayer on her tongue.
It was the best fucking night of my goddamn life.
And none of it felt fake. Not the way she clawed at my back, nor the way she whispered, ‘I need you,’ like I was oxygen. And especially not the way she had fallen asleep still clenching around my cock like she never wanted me to leave.
