“Oh,” I said when he started to move his hand. “Oh God,” I said, louder this time, when his hand movements quickened.
He inserted a finger inside me, and my sex clenched around him. My thoughts were nothing more than a hazy, unfocused thing, my desperation for him clouding everything reasonable.
He moved his finger in and out of me at a torturous pace, and my fingernails clawed into his shoulder, begging for the release I knew only he could give.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, moving faster. “I can feel how wet you are for me. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Please, Dereck,” I begged. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.
“I got you,” he cooed. And he did. His thumb did something magical as he pressed and swirled, and then I was lost. Lost to him, and I clung to his strength to keep me up.
I grew weak and would have fallen had his arms not been there. And then he was moving me, picking me up as if I weighed nothing, and settling me on top of his desk.
“Get on your knees and hands, baby.”
I shot him a bemused looked but did as he asked. I was bent over on his desk, naked and wanting. Dereck moved behind me, until he had full view of me. My sex clenched, my arousal becoming that much more obvious.
He grabbed my hips and forcefully pulled me to him until his face was buried between my legs. I would have jumped off the desk had he not held on to me so tightly.
He ate me out.
Fuck.
How could this affect me so much? It wasn’t like I was inexperience to a man’s touch, but I was inexperience to Dereck Anderson’s touch and that somehow made all the difference in the world.
He used the flat of his tongue and licked me from one hole to the other, and my hands tightened into fists as I looked down at all the documents he had laid out on the desk, the words on the papers nothing more than a jumbled mess.
And when he used his teeth on me, gently tugging on the lips of my sex, I found I could no longer hold myself up. I laid my head down until the side of my face touched those important documents, so sure I was ruining them with the perspiration covering my forehead, and still, I didn’t care.
I closed my eyes and let out a small groan when I felt his finger inside of me, moving easily against the slick arousal of the drench flesh there.
“Dereck, Dereck, Dereck,” I chanted. I was so close to coming again. I needed him to keep doing what he was doing.
Yes, like that. Just like that. God.
I bit my palm when I came to keep from making too much noise. Dereck slowed his movements, but didn’t stop, prolonging the orgasm until I was nothing more than a useless thing, laid out bare on his desk, my tender flesh still quivering.
I moved my head slightly back when Dereck moved away from me. I missed his warmth instantly, and almost begged for him to come back.
Dereck stood up to his full height and took me in. He licked his lips, licked away my arousal that was on him, and my thighs clenched together in the most delicious way. Why was that so hot?
We didn’t say anything to each other as I watched him unbuckle his belt and pull out his huge cock.
Gosh, I couldn’t believe how insanely beautiful he was. I watched, mesmerized, as he stroked himself, harder and rougher than I would have dared to had that been my hands on him.
Dereck was bigger than the average guy, and even though I liked the way he looked, his size alone left me feeling apprehensive… and vulnerable.
What would I know what to do with a man like Dereck? The boys I dated before were all in college. They had about the same level of experience as I did, and we had fumbled our way in the dark like the careless college kids that we had been
Dereck was the furthest thing from a college kid possible.
He was a man.
And I didn’t know what to do with him, and a few moments later, I didn’t care, because I realized what he was doing now. He was jerking off to the sight of me on his desk. The thought alone brought on another bout of arousal that ran down my thighs. Dereck homed in on that and, with a small growl, doubled his efforts.
He moved his hand up and down his length, his face flushed, and his eyes bright with hunger.
I would never forget the way he looked now. Even when I was old and gray, and no longer had the sexual appetite I had now, I would still remember this.
I continued to watch him, resisting the urge to move my hands down between my legs to help ease the ache I was currently feeling. Something told me he wanted me to stay as I was and let him get off to the image of me.
Oh, how I must look.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dereck said gruffly, as if reading my mind. And in that moment, I believed him. I was beautiful. I was a goddess because his eyes made me so.
I flushed with pleasure and kept watching him, not wanting to miss out on a single second of the glorious sight before me, and when he closed his eyes and his fist tightened around himself, moving violently up and down his length, I held my breath.
Why was this so hot?
He moved his thumb over the tip before going back to his length, and on one big exhale, he came over his hands and onto his office floor. My chest constricted with a slight pain, and I
