I moaned softly at the contact, my head spinning because all I wanted- all I needed was his touch.
He moved one hand to my boob and started to fondle it, rubbing my nipple, slightly pulling. My breathing became heavier and he moved his other hand over my area between my legs. I gasped at the contact and he lightly put pressure on it.
My body twitched at the unfamiliar sensation. I’ve never felt this pleasured during sex. Derek gave a quick peck to my lips before he moved down to my other boob and started to lightly suck on it. I silently gasped, my eyes fluttering.
He hooked his fingers on my underwear and slid them down. Derek brought her fingers to my slit and rubbed my wetness over myself. I shivered in desire and glee.
“Derek,” I whispered.
Why was his shirt still on?
He hummed against my nipple in his mouth and I felt a bolt of electricity shot down me.
“Take off your s-shirt,” I whispered, dizzy in pleasure.
He removed his hand from my other breast, and moved his mouth to it, giving it attention as his hand unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He moved from my breasts, kissing me down to my pelvis. My hands found his hair and knitted in it.
He looked up at my cracked eyes and removed his fingers from my mound and licked my wetness off. Once they popped out of his mouth, he brought them up to me, parted my mouth and I eagerly took them, sucking.
He kissed down my pelvis and parted my legs more so he had better access. He gave a small kiss to the inside of each thigh before he hovered over my middle. He looked up.
“Please,” I spoke through his fingers, one of my hands in his hair, the other on his wrist.
“Anything for my Flower,” he spoke, voice dripping in lust.
He gave a quick peck to my clit which earned a gasp from me before he put his mouth, licking at me. I gasped and bucked my hips, immediately wanting more. He pulled his fingers from my lips and grabbed my boob, his other holding my thigh.
Moans left my mouth uncontrolled. My region was sensually warming up as Derek worked his tongue, lapping against my folds, my body filling with pleasure. His hand on my boob trailed down to meet his mouth.
He rubbed against my entrance before he plunged his fingers in. I gasped out, my hand tightening in his hair.
I knew, if not for the bond at the moment, I would have had an episode. But my bond was cradling this moment.
I purred his name and he inserted another finger in me, quickening his pace. He pulled his mouth off my mound and moved up to my breasts, leaving wet kisses all over, his fingers plunging inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit.
I was heaving, one hand clenching my bedsheet. I was spinning, on cloud nine. He sucked and pulled my nipples, all while making a pressure build up in my core. I was painting and he kissed my open mouth.
I moaned right into him and he groaned against me. He moved from my mouth down to my mark and started to nibble on it.
That was the final straw.
I gasped his name, my head falling back, and my back arching as I reached a peak. He pulled away from my mark to watch my face and his eyes locked on mine. I was breathing heavily as I started to come down, his fingers slowing as he let me ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck Flower,” he groaned as I came down completely. I felt exhausted. He pulled his fingers out of me and while maintaining eye contact, he popped them in his mouth and sucked them, my release and all.
“Sweet.” he praised, “taste just like honey, fitting,” winked at me.
A sleepy sound left my lips and he looked down at my tired state. He gave a small smile and kissed my forehead. He moved to scoop up my naked body. I moved into his chest, snuggling in his warmth. Derek pulled back the sheets and slid in bed with me.
The moment my head hit the pillow, I felt like my consciousness was there by a thread. Deek picked up on it and gave me a light kiss on top of my head, his hand softly rubbing me to sleep.
“Night Derek,” I mumbled.
“Goodnight Flower,” I heard his whisper as I fell asleep.