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His jaw and cheeks are covered by faint stubble, and it looks good. His hair is a mess and that looks good, too. I can only imagine what my hair looks like after me falling asleep on it wet, without even combing it after that shower we took. After all the times he tangled his fingers in my hair and used it as a handle last night.
Hot.
He’s clearly not mad that I slept here, certainly not done with me. I lost count of how many times he made me come last night; how many times he came. He came a lot, though I came two or three times as much.
And here he is as soon as his eyes are open, fucking me again. A man with stamina such as this isn’t something I’m familiar with.
My legs hurt. Everywhere he put his dick kinda hurts.
And I’m a little shocked. It’s as if he had a cheat sheet or something. Notes on his hand that I didn’t notice. Bullet points telling him what would turn me to goo for him. A panicked thought hits me. Did Alannah get to him?
My mind races and I see spots for a beat while I ponder this.
Did she tell him I’d melt for a bunch of kinky stuff? Did she suggest I’d like it if he fucked me while holding my throat? Tell him to boss me around and talk dirty while he fucked me? Did she fill him in on just how badly I needed my dry spell to be broken and for me to use the hall pass on someone who really really knew what they were doing? Is that why he’s pursued this? Is Alannah the reason I’m here right now?
His mouth is on mine, taking a deep drink of me, bringing me back into the moment. My mind becomes all about sensations instead of intrusive thoughts and I wrap my arms and legs around him and go for the gusto.
But it doesn’t take long before other thoughts begin to flood in. Adam wouldn’t kiss me in the morning until after he’d brushed his teeth, especially considering the fact I swallowed cum last night. I’ve been kissed by guys with bad breath, so I always appreciated that about Adam. But Derek tastes amazing first thing in the morning. Just as good as he tasted last night. By the way he’s kissing me, I must not taste half bad either.
More visions wash over me, thinking about where his tongue was last night. How he kissed me after I went down on him. How he thankfully had the sense to get us both clean after the butt stuff before we went another round. My belly dips as he plunges into me again and again for a good few minutes before he moves to his back with body language that tells me to ride him. I get to my knees and give it my all, despite the fact that my body is sore. Between the first gym workout in over half a year and the most energetic sex of my life until the wee hours, I’m not sure how I’m even doing this.
It doesn’t take long for my limbs to go numb. When I wince and slow down, without missing a beat Derek rolls us, does a push-up, then slides out of me so he can flip me to my belly. He rams back in, hard, making me cry out.
His lips move to my earlobe and as he takes it between his teeth, he demands, “Make that sound again.”
“How about you make me make it,” I fire back, breathlessly.
He chuckles deviously and does exactly that. He pounds into me over and over like it’s a competition. And we’re both winning because I’m quickly close to coming undone under his weight, amid the sinfully good sound of his skin slapping mine. And does it ever feel good. Length and girth and rotating hips.
And now I’m thinking ooh, bonus because his fingers slide under my hip until he finds my clit and works my magic button, which doesn’t take long to detonate. When I majestically explode, moaning a garbled string of vowels into the mattress a few minutes later, I’m ready for another snooze. And the vagina hospital, if such a thing exists, because mine probably looks like minced meat at this point.
He’s not done, though. He continues to pound into me for a long time.
“Another one,” he growls against the back of my neck and his fingers find me again.
I don’t think I have another one in me. That last one was pretty fucking spectacular.
“It’s okay,” I offer. “I’m good. You go ahead.” I clasp the sheets to hold on while he brings it home.
“Nuh uh. You, too,” he demands, and then he’s got my clit in one hand, a breast in the other, and he sinks his teeth into my neck just a little while gyrating his hips, making more magic happen between my legs, making it happen all over.
Okay, so maybe I do have one more in me. Though I have no idea how.
I’m almost there when I realize he’s suckling my throat.
I panic. “No hickeys!” I demand.
He releases my neck, flips me to my back, then kisses his way down to my pussy and gives me more phenomenal head with all sorts of suckling. It’s good. Very good. He can put hickeys there all day long if he wants to. And what’s also good is watching him fist his thick cock while he does it.
And it’s a combination of the two along with the knowledge that this is all coming to a close that takes me over the edge again.
Because this insanely hot man is eating me out like he’s dining on the finest meal while fisting himself, and the vision is beyond pornographic. So, I burn it into my memory knowing it’s the sort of vision I’ll absolutely want to refer to during self-care in the future.
As I’m coming down to Earth, he turns me to my stomach again and slides back inside me. Gently finger combing my hair over to one side, he kisses my neck and rams once, twice, three times, and then spills into me on the fourth, groaning my name in a husky, sexy tone.
My heart is working overtime, and it feels like his is too as we catch our breath.
Derek kisses my neck and then in his sexy, deep voice asks, “What does my little bunny want for breakfast?”
