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“I’m not naked yet?” I point out dropping my hands and turning my head to look over my shoulder.
“Do it, or I will take even longer.” Gaaar!
“Fine,” I grumble quietly as I reach my hands to the same place I had them before. I hear him undress behind me. God, I want to look, I know that body, the small patch of sparse black hair on his chest, the hair line on his taut abdomen trailing south, his muscled, chest shoulders and arms that could have easily inspired a sculptor. I can see him in my mind, he invades every sense I possess. But I do as he directs. So bossy!
I feel his hands at my ankles, where he begins a leisurely accent up my long legs, digging his fingertips firmly into my skin, the anticipation igniting the trail he leaves. I close my eyes to take it all in, the feeling of tingling warmth in the wake of his appreciation of my body. Cupping my ass when he reaches the top, to my relief he finally moves his hands to the front of my hips. I’m ready to combust; the anticipation and lack of control are starting to make me wild. I feel his rigid cock press against me, free of clothing now, followed by the radiant warmth of his body against mine. He continues playfully touching everywhere around my intimate parts while he resumes kissing and nibbling the hypersensitive skin that has already been bitten. The slow burn makes my clit throb, as I long to be touched there.
“Are you wet for me?” he inquires without stopping the intermittent assault of his lips and teeth against shoulder and neck.
“Yes!” I respond almost sounding exacerbated.
“Let’s see how wet you are, Sexy.” Finally, he makes contact, his large hand moving between my legs where he begins ever so gently circling over my clit with his fingertips over my panties. I let out a soft moan. My orgasm isn’t far away, it really won’t take much, even though my panties are still in the way and I long for the skin on skin contact. I’m almost a trembling mess and accept his touch impatiently wanting more.
I feel the moisture beginning to saturate the bottom of my panties. If I wasn’t so intoxicated by desire, I might be feeling self-conscious about our age gap.
“Mmm you are wet, aren’t you?” he says sounding smug.
“Yes,” I huff out so he’s aware of my impatience, although I’m sure he knows.
“Do you want me inside you, Trinity?” he asks with a deliberateness.
“Yes... please,” I reply quickly, but he says nothing more before sliding his hands up towards my bra. Oh, come on! Really? He squeezes both breasts as his thumbs rub at my nipples through the lace fabric making me hard beneath his touch. Then without hesitation he runs his hands around behind me and unclasps my bra. My breasts are still resting in the cups until he removes it and tells me, “Let it drop.” I drop my hands so the bra can fall to the floor. He gently grasps around my triceps and guides my arms back to the wall, so again I position them up and lean against it slightly. He slides his hands along underneath my outstretched arms and down my ribcage igniting my flesh along the way before he presses lightly against me again and begins stroking, kneading and fondling my bare breasts and nipples.
He will bring me undone. I can feel my core tighten. I know what he wants. Begging! God, I hate begging. I am usually the one who hears the begging, I hate the power switch, but I need this to move quicker so I suck up my pride and say, “Please, Derek, I need to feel you inside me.” Agh! I sound so anaemic as I utter the words. “Mmmmm, good girl.” He rewards me by immediately lowering his hands to my panties, his left-hand rests on the top of my thigh while his right hand starts stroking me through my panties. No skin! If I wasn’t so ready to explode, I would be furious! Then he slips his hand inside my panties and starts circling around my moistness. Oh, thank god, I moan and quietly say “Yeah” under my breath after a moment, as I am already so close. But to my frustration he pulls his hand out. Noooooo!
“Not yet,” he commands as he slips his hands inside my panties and begins sliding them off me, with the same agonising, slow movements he did with my jeans. I shift again so he can remove them and assume the position before he tells me this time.
“Bend over further,” he instructs, so I let my hands slip down the wall a little, so my forearms are propping me up, arching my back more.
“Even sexier than I imagined,” he mumbles sounding pleased as he leans over me a little placing his hands on the front of my thighs digging his fingers in as pulls them over my skin.
“Aaaaah, please, Derek, please,” I beg without thought. I’ve waited long enough. “Please what?” he asks wanting more.
“Please… I want you.” Satisfied with that, he places his hard cock between my spread thighs and begins gliding it back and forth over the slickness between my legs. Finally, he gives my clit the attention it has been craving, and the duality of his fingers massaging me and the rhythmic back-and-forth of his cock parting through my wetness makes me build rapidly. I let out a heavy sigh, so close, when he unexpectedly stops all movement. I try and rock out against him, eager to have my release, but he steadies my greedy hips. In the stillness I can feel him throbbing against me. I can’t take much more, if I have to fucking beg, so be it! I always imagined our first time fast, frantic, all consuming, and him pounding me into a sweaty mess. Not this tormentingly slow burn with him withholding my orgasm until I beg his ass...
“I want you inside me... please, Derek, fuck me until I come,” I pant out in desperation. It works.
He replies, “Oh, Trinity, I love it when you beg.” With that he backs away and grabs at his clothing, I hear a condom pack tear. He quickly moves back to me and rubs his hands around my hips and says, “Only come when I say.” I nod back in agreement. And without hesitation he returns his cock to between my wet folds as he did before. I have so much built up arousal that I feel tight inside my lower core and can sense a dull ache there.
He brings the tip of his hefty cock to my entrance and inserts only that much while his fingers resume stroking me, and I am already beginning to throb beneath him. I arch more to give him better access to me. Then abruptly he fills me “Fuuuck-” I moan through my clenched teeth, if I wasn’t so wet, I think I would be splitting at the seams.
“Jesus, you have a tight little pussy,” he growls as he starts to pull back until he is almost out of me before slamming into me like this several more times. I desperately clutch at the wall as I feel strength fading from my legs and rest my face there against it for support.
Soft moans escape from my lips as a familiar rush of energy builds. “I’m there,” I squeak out breathlessly. As soon as I say it, all movement immediately stops. Fingers, cock, his body, all of it. “Nooooo,” I groan out in protest as my clit throbs with expectation, but as my orgasm drifts away.
“When you’re ready again, beg for permission,” he says sounding breathless as well. Good! I hope he’s suffering too, the bastard!
“Ugh, fine!” I say in a huff, and with that he strokes his head along my seam until he finds the entrance and slides into me oh-so gently and I know tomorrow I will be sore without doubt. He skilfully resumes stroking my clit and I know this orgasm building will be intense. I am throbbing and swollen and really need release, if he doesn’t play nice, be fucked if I don’t drop a hand and do it myself! Your loss, Buddy!
It doesn’t take him long before he is thrusting deep, long thrusts at a faster pace and for the first time I am rewarded with a barely audible groan from him, and I can feel my pussy clench around him. With his fingers circling my clit with increasing speed I am about to come undone. I want to delay having to ask him permission, but I can’t hold it back.
“Please let me come, Derek,” I plead, softly gasping as I try to hold back my bubbling insides from spilling over. But he doesn’t respond or break stride, continuing to fuck me hard, so I repeat my request, more forcefully. “Please, Derek, let me come for you.” It’s all I can do to hold back while he punishes me.
Just I think he is going to ignore me again, he responds with, “Come for me, Trinity. Come for me now.” It’s
all I need to push me over the edge. Finally! My long-awaited orgasm rips through my entire body, my muscles clenching and my pussy pulsing around his hard cock and I think from his low growls and groans he finishes with me. I’m completely lost as the aftershocks roll through my body, sending a ripple of warmth right down to my toes. He still behind me, but flattens his hands against my clit, and circles slower now. I tremble beneath him, throbbing and wet. Oh my God, I’m going to come again. He moves his free hand to my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers as he increases the speed on my now sensitive clit.
I orgasm around him again and again. I’m almost amazed, I have no trouble with orgasms and am quick on the trigger, company permitting, and can have a couple just fine, but not usually back-to-back. He rests his head near my ear and whispers “I can feel your pussy gripping my dick. I love that feeling.” I can’t speak, I’m done. My mouth is dry from the moaning and panting. Fucked five ways to heaven…
My body heaves trying to draw in much needed oxygen, and I feel a trickle of sweat begin to roll through my hair near my temple. The slow fog of my ‘Derek high’ begins to seep away from my mind allowing a glimmer of structured thought to form. WOW! I want to savour the memory, the feelings and an exquisite moment of lust that I know I have wanted to feel from him since the very first time we discussed sex. I wondered if our explosive chemistry would ever materialise into earth shattering sex. Now I had my answer. If not for my pride and long-standing relationship issues, I would throw myself down and worship at his feet! Derek DeMatteo, Sex fiend. Thank god this wasn’t a “dud bang” as Aly-B and I refer to bad sex, or this would be horrifically awkward.
No. Two worlds just collided sending shock-waves through my reality, so unexpected this creation of alchemy between two souls and yet, I can’t help but dread its destruction, the black hole to follow, this thing that cannot be, might be the thing that makes me fall apart! So many factors have stood in our way from the beginning, relationships, distance, age... We are but from two different planes of existence. If not for that, this could be something extraordinary. To feel this way, connected to someone both stranger and friend, and then to have to say goodbye to it might haunt me all the days I exist. Jesus, Trinity, it’s just sex! Stop thinking crazy! Stop over thinking!
I’m glad for the support of the wall, propping me upright still. Small mercies. Derek shifts around me almost startling me, I had almost forgotten he was still there while I was gathering strength to rouse my sleepy body.
He grips the base of the condom and slowly pulls himself out of me. My eyes are still closed, and I try to catch my breath without moving. I don’t feel him for a few moments then he slides his hands along my ribcage and says, “Come over to the bed, Sexy.” But I don’t think I can walk, and my arms, neck and shoulders are now starting to feel so stiff. He grabs my shoulders and peels me from the wall and pulls me into his chest wrapping his arms around me. We stand like that for a minute before he kisses my hair and walks us both over to the bed. I feel wobbly and am grateful he lowers me onto the bed with minimal effort on my part. I turn and curl onto my side and he slips in behind me and wraps himself around me. I snuggle back into him and close my eyes. I don’t have the strength to do anything else but lie there in his warmth. And it somehow feels right after the amazing sex we just had; I feel way less weird about being here. It’s sort of perfect in fact. I can feel myself slipping back to sleep…
~ Chapter 4 ~
When we wake up, we make up
I feel hair tickling across my upper back and realise there is a breeze blowing gently on my skin, I feel cool and comfortable as I rouse from my post-coital slumber. I feel relaxed and happy, glowing in fact, from the inside out, I’m sure. In stark contrast to the last time I woke up here feeling boozy and disorientated. Totally banged up I muse to myself.
“Hey, Sexy, you’re awake.” I hear Derek before I feel him push the hair off my shoulder baring it as he softly leans into my body and trails a few feather-light kisses across my nape which instantaneously ignites a fire way down low and gives me goose bumps.
“Hey yourself,” I reply, smiling, feeling a little wanton goddess all naked and adored by Mr Yummy.
“I’d roll in the hay with you anytime, Baby Cakes,” he says with a cheeky little growl and he nips my shoulder hard. God, could he be more delectable? I almost want to run very far away. He knows too much, and a small fear lurks inside my mind that he is just playing the game to get what he wants from me and then I won’t hear from him in weeks or months leaving my ego thoroughly bruised and rejected. The kind of rejection that’s a trigger from my childhood, the kind of rejection that leaves you abandoned by those you love and want, the kind of rejection that makes you crawl further back inside your shell… The kind that will make you loath yourself the way you fear that they must of to leave you like this, heart flayed open wide, bleeding, inconsolable, irrational grief and pain that makes you seek to end things, as that is far less painful…
I once told him I don’t do getting hurt; I am an avoider of pain, emotionally speaking. But he knows what pain I do like, and man, if I couldn’t just ravage him right this second. I roll and face him smiling and say, “But we might start a fire.”
He adjusts his position on the bed next to me and strokes his long slender fingers up along my arm. With dark hooded eyes and a wicked smirk, he leans close to me and says, “I’m pretty sure I make you wet enough to put out any fire we start.” Dear god, I am officially putty, and he is sexy as fuck, I’m in too deep I think to myself. “And you know it,” he adds nodding almost startling me from my thoughts. I remember this very conversation in our text messages. I guess he does too.
It feels like he has a secret window into my soul, the way he reads me and draws me in is like he’s masterfully casting a spell I don’t want to break free of. In the past it’s made me scared and defensive, which leads to me striking out at his ego. It seems his ego is his Achilles heel. I will sarcastically say something that I know will sound cold or call him my bitch, it’s his trigger and I know it hurts him as I won’t hear from him for weeks. I send him running before he can hurt me, and just when I think it’s done, all of a sudden comes an oh-so sweet text from him saying he’s thinking of me and he brings me back into his spell again, like all is forgiven and forgotten. The thing that bugs me the most is that he triggers my stuff. No one ever gets close enough to trigger anything in me. I have inadvertently dropped my guard enough that I’m in a position to get hurt. Everything in me is now pointing towards that unpleasant place of self-sabotage. My ultimate fear is falling in love, because I can’t quit the people I love…
I am Trinity… My heart was so shattered by those who were supposed to love me that it will never fit back together right. I am in constant motion because dwelling is an investment and I never invest emotionally. But with every gesture, every sexy little text, every picture, every word, I am being drawn right into him and I’m nowhere near ready to face this monster. No, I won’t be that girl who ends up in his web a tangled mess trying desperately to escape before being sucked dry. NO. I am the praying mantis…
“Always so cocky, Mister,” I reply. “What time is it?” I enquire.
“A little after 3pm,” he states holding his primal gaze over me.
“3pm?” I can’t surpress the alarm in my voice.
He gives a soft chuckle. “You hungry? You didn’t eat much at lunch.”
“I don’t mean to be rude; this has been fun and all but, I’ve gotta go.” The words are out of my mouth before I think them. Damn! And I immediately regret saying it.
“No… You’re going to stay and hang out with me. Actually, you should stay the night again,” he states in a relaxed manner, never breaking eye contact as he resumes trailing his fingertips from my wrist up to my collar bone, where they briefly linger before ascending to my neck and earlobe, where he rubs at it before retracing the same path over.
“Derek, I’m serious!” I give him my serious
face to which he smiles at like I’m challenging him, and this will be fun.
“Me too, Baby Cakes. And didn’t you have all these questions for me?” he is propped up leaning his head against his hand.
“I do, but...” I can’t finish the objection, I haven’t thought of an argument yet, I scramble inwardly trying to think what to add.
“Stop. Just stop... Then breathe,” he says as he moves the hand trailing over me seductively up to my chin, which he pinches and gently pulls down and I suddenly become aware that I am clenching my jaw, I release the tension and take a breath. Ok, I can do this.
“Cool. Now, let’s order some food and you can ask me whatever you need to so that you feel less freaked out about being here. Then, I’m going to fuck you and you will stay the night, here. Yes?” he asks, but it’s more rhetorical I feel, but I nod reluctantly in acceptance, anyway.
“Ok.” I say quietly and he grins at me like he has just had a victory.
“What should we order?” he asks as he rolls to the edge of the bed after giving me a playful slap on my thigh.
“Well, you went to the trouble of cooking before, why don’t we just finish that?” I suggest.
“It’s cold now,” he replies in a why you would suggest such craziness tone of voice. He stands, still butt naked and turns towards me. I flush and feel my face heat. Now that is craziness. Him naked, me turning red, I know this body, but now he can see my looking and it’s too much.
“Nwar, there’s my shy, sexy girl. Like the view?” he twists his body slightly back, side to side with his arms outstretched, like ‘check me out baby. I feel like I’ve just been busted perving, so I roll over the opposite direction, so I roll over the opposite direction, groaning as I bury my face. He walks around to my side of the bed and bends and grabs my hand and says “Come. Let’s eat now.” I groan again. He’s so bossy. I slide my legs around and let him pull me up, before he directs towards the bedroom doorway.