Chapter Thirty-Eight
Derek
“Derek—please—”
“Please what?” I slid my hand down her stomach, over her hip, to the waistband of her panties. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You.” Her voice was desperate, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder. “I need you inside me.”
I hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside. And then my hand was between her thighs, my fingers sliding through her wetness.
“Fuck, Kat. You’re soaked.”
“For you.” She gasped as I circled her clit with my thumb. “Only for you.”
The words hit me hard.Only for me. Mine.
I groaned and slid two fingers inside her, and she cried out at the sudden fullness. I pumped them slowly, my thumb still working her clit, watching her face as the pleasure built. She was so fucking beautiful like this, flushed, desperate, completely undone.
“Derek... I’m gonna—”
“Not yet.” I pulled my fingers out, and she whimpered at the loss. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, the thick head of my cock pressing against her, and I had to force myself to breathe.This is it. This is everything.
“Look at me,” I commanded, and her eyes snapped to mine. “I want to see your face when I make you mine.”
And then I pushed inside.
Slowly. So fucking slowly.
She cried out at the stretch, and I groaned at the tight heat of her. She was so fucking tight, so perfect, and it took everything in me not to just slam into her and take what I needed.
Easy. Don’t hurt her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers. My entire body was tense, trembling with the effort of holding back. “You’re so tight, baby. So fucking perfect. Like your body was made just for me.”
I stilled when I was only halfway in, giving her time to adjust. Her breathing was ragged as her body trembled beneath me.
God, she feels so good. So fucking good.
“Okay?” I asked, my voice strained, my jaw clenched.
“Yeah.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and we both groaned as I sank another inch. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” I kissed her, slow and deep, as I pushed in further. “I’m never stopping, Kat. You’re mine now.”
When I finally bottomed out, buried completely inside her, we both went still. The sensation was overwhelming—the tight heat of her, the way she gripped me, the way she fit me so perfectly it felt like coming home.
This. This is what I’ve been missing. This is everything.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Just breathe.”
She did, and I felt her body relax around me, accepting me.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please, Derek. I need you to move.”
I pulled back slowly, so slowly I could feel every inch of her gripping me, and then thrust back in.
