I stepped forward and pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms. His skin was hot, his muscles tense.
“Kat.” My name was a warning and a plea.
I looked up at him, and the raw need in his eyes made my knees weak.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered.
His breath hitched. “Baby—”
“Please.” I slid my hands down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, to the waistband of his jeans. “Let me.”
For a moment, he just stared at me, his chest heaving. And then he nodded.
I unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers, then popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He washard—so hard—and when I slid my hand inside his boxers and wrapped my fingers around him, he groaned.
“Fuck, Kat.”
I stroked him slowly, marveling at the size and weight of him in my hand. He was thick, long, and already leaking at the tip.
I sank to my knees in front of him, and his hand immediately went to my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I looked up at him, and the sight of him, standing over me, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving, made heat pool between my thighs. “I want to taste you, Derek.”
I pulled his jeans and boxers down, freeing him completely, and my breath caught. He was beautiful, thick and hard and perfect.
I leaned forward and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, from base to tip, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward.
“Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”
Encouraged, I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently, tasting the salty tang of him on my tongue. His hand tightened in my hair, not pulling, just holding, grounding himself.
I took him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, and he immediately started to pull back, but I grabbed his hips and held him there.
“Kat—”
I pulled back, then took him deep again, setting a slow, steady rhythm. His groans filled the room, low and guttural, and the sound sent a thrill through me.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” His voice was strained, his hips starting to move in time with my movements. “So fucking good, baby.”
I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock and stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening.
“Kat... baby... I’m gonna...”
I sucked harder, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him come apart because of me.
But suddenly, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop.
“Derek—”
“Not like this.” His voice was rough, his chest heaving. “The first time I come, it’s going to be inside you.”
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. And then he was lifting me again, tossing me onto the bed, and I bounced with a surprised laugh.
He climbed over me, his body covering mine, and the weight of him, the heat of him, made me moan.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and I arched off the bed with a cry.
