Faded Cotton (Erotic Romance)

by Lara Sweety

  She looked into his eyes and, without hesitation, admitted, “I love you too.” He pulled her back close against him.

  “Laurel...,” with a silk-laden deep voice she’d never heard from him, “I’ve never....” He stopped their dance and cupped her face in his hands before he spoke again.

  “I want to make love to you.”

  Her touch was like velvet when she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

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  Laurel drew Derrick to the edge of the bed and gently pushed him back into it. The candles that he’d lit flickered and the storm outside raged all the harder. He simply stared at her, waiting for her tender touch to guide him.

  She kicked off her shoes and reached for Derrick’s foot. She pulled off first one boot, then the other. Switching back to the first foot, she ran her hands up his leg, gripping first one calf, and then the other sliding her hands down, removing his socks.

  She offered her hand and drew him up to stand toe-to-toe with her. Drawing him close, she stood, tiptoe and reached for his face, pulling him into a heated kiss. Derrick’s long arms gathered around her and he bent, scooping her up to him. She began to toy with his lips, her tongue parting them, searching. She softly stroked the back of his neck.

  Derrick groaned and pulled against her hard, returning her kisses with his own firm, warm, wet lips. Instinct and want gripped him; he trailed his kisses down, nipping at her neck and working along her jaw in long slow exploration.

  She was quivering as he went down one side and shaking by the time he made it to the other. How could this possibly feel this good, this right? He found his place at the hollow of her neck and sucked her in as if to devour her. Laurel took a deep ragged breath as a heavy wave of heat flashed over her, threatening to buckle her knees. She hadn’t had this feeling for a very, very, long time. Needing to steady herself, she stepped back to focus on the remaining buttons of his shirt.

  Derrick watched her fingers move down the length of his torso, sliding in appreciation against his skin. Her hands moved to gently pull his shirt back. When his shoulders were revealed, she hesitated, closing her eyes and drawing a breath. Just laying eyes on him made her rush.

  She’d never seen broader shoulders with so much muscle sculpted by hard work—work they had done together. She finished pushing it back, down his strong arms, catching a little at his biceps and then off his hard body, tossing it aside.

  She ran her fingers over every indentation, every bulge, across his nipples, around his back, up and down each arm, studying him, feeling him. She rushed at the thought; he was very capable of slamming her against a wall. Her wet passage twinged at the idea of future encounters, what she could teach him, the pleasure he could give her. The candlelight caught the flex of each muscle as he moved. He was incredible, a work of art, a gift.

  She kissed his chest and tasted him. He was exquisite. A groan rose from Derrick as her mouth covered a path down to his belt.

  She stopped and looked up to find him watching her, studying her actions and reactions. The burning intensity of his eyes made her shiver. Straightening, she looped her fingers into the top of his jeans and tugged, pulling him close once again. Kissing him hard, she moved quickly to stroke his hard length through his jeans.

  He reached into his pocket to retrieve a couple of condoms. She smiled.

  “Don’t. I had that issue fixed permanently a long time ago and I trust you.”

  He nodded. It was true, she had no reason for concern, he knew.

  Laurel took stock of what she felt. He was long, and maybe a little bigger than average. This was going to be a first in many ways. He pushed into her strokes groaning in pleasure, his liquid eyes closed for a moment focused on her attentions.

  He shuddered at her touch, rushing from the surprise and the change in pace. He wanted her, needed her, and longed to bury himself deep inside of her.

  Deftly flipping open his belt buckle, she unbuttoned his jeans; looking into his eyes, she slowly slid his zipper down. She could feel the strength of his erection pushing against her hands, needing to break free of its containment.

  She slid her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear to pull them out, and down, allowing his manhood to spring free. They both took a sharp breath as he was exposed to her. Hesitating just a moment to take in the sight, she smiled and then proceeded to strip him of his remaining clothes. He kicked them aside. What she imagined was true. Revealing his arousal, his big, flared tip beaded wet, glistening in the flickering light.

  She stood back to admire him, head to toe. Legs spread slightly, he stood, and crossed his arms, his erection bouncing against his abdomen. His self-confidence was sexy.

  “We have a problem.” Derrick said softly drawing her to him. She continued to study his body and her smile grew into a lustful grin.

  “Oh?” she questioned playfully.

  “You’re still dressed.” The liquid baritone melted her further.

  Derrick pulled her close and tugged her shirt up slowly over her head. He stopped to admire the view.

  The tops of her breasts, glowing in the candlelight, were perched in a red lacey bra, threatening to spill over. He admired them; round, full and perfect for his hands. Derrick stroked a long finger between them and she shivered in delight. His touch was electric on her skin, sending sparks straight down to the apex of her thighs.

  He looked at her, searching for permission. She nodded. His fingers traveled low to her jeans; he unbuttoned and unzipped her, pushing them off her hips slowly. She shuddered as they trailed down her legs, and she stepped out of them.

  Now the lacy red bra and panties was the only thing left between them, the only thing keeping them from melding fully with each other. His fingers traveled everywhere, feeling, memorizing.

  He shocked her as he dipped his fingers quickly underneath her panties to cup her soft mound, teasing her as if to beg for entrance. She moaned at the surprise and her legs threatening to give way once more. He let his fingers trail back out in a slow stroke of her nether lips. It jolted her. Want. Need. Heat. She could feel her wetness pool.

  Hooking his fingers into her panties, he pulled them down her hips and off. He knelt in front of her, kissing her hips, inhaling her scent. He kissed a trail back to her breasts, then rose to handle the clasp of her bra.

  The rush of feeling his face at her hips threatened to topple her; she could feel herself swelling in want. When he pulled her bra forward, her breasts bounced free and he chuckled in delight. Tossing the garment aside, he cupped each one firmly.

  Unsure that he would like what he found, she looked down studying his loving touch and then looked up at him with worried eyes.

  He felt their weight, stroked the unmatched softness and stared, mesmerized, completely taken. He stroked them with his thumbs, his length twitching at her reaction to his touch. Firm brown-pink nipples now pebbled between his fingers. Derrick met her eyes reassuring her, “They’re perfect.”

  He wanted to taste her, to nibble on all of her. Overwhelmed by their intimacy he pulled her close, pressing his erection against her, both groaning at the feel of it, hot and hard against her abdomen.

  Derrick kissed her, then nibbled at her neck, snaking a line with his lips down to first one nipple and then the other, tasting, nipping, licking. Laurel arched against him.

  She stepped to the bed, climbing into the luxury, beckoning him to join her. As she crawled in, she treated him to a glimpse of her wet sex. A tingle ran down his spine. He followed her into the center of the bed and pulled her close, kissing her, wanting her, needing her, but waiting for her to lead.

  “First things first.” A lustful grin spread across her lovely face as Laurel pushed him to his back. “I want this to last.” Without hesitation, she pulled her leg over him and sat astride his hips. Derrick shuddered hard and his length bounced against her rear, teasing her. She kissed his lips once more and then began to slide down his torso.

  Fire ran
through her as his straining erection grazed her wet nether lips. She nearly lost patience; she shivered, wanting to impale herself on him right then, her hips jerked at the thought. She forced herself past the temptation, and continued her downward trek, kissing and licking him along the way. “We’re gonna slow you down, cowboy,” she said affectionately.

  Derrick was trembling, as she arched over him trailing down to his waist with her mouth. “You don’t have to...,” Derrick started.

  “Shhh.” She touched her pouting lips with her finger, then dipped them further down his body caressing his hips and the inside of his thighs. Taking his length in her hand, she stroked him with her fingers.

  Kissing him at his base, she could feel him shaking in anticipation. Her touch was gentle; she could feel his package pull up hard to his body, his erection like steel. She smiled and began a path from his strong base to wet tip, her lips lightly nipping and tongue caressing.

  His groans and sighs encouraged her. She could feel her heat building, her passage wet, throbbing.

  Enjoying the fiery jolts she was sending coursing through him, she reached the flared head, tasted his wet tip, and then circled it lovingly with her tongue.

  Derrick dug his hands into the bed. She could feel him arch to her as she took him into her mouth. He pulled away, then pushed to bathe deeper into her soft mouth, enjoying the sweet agony of intense sensation.

  She felt him propping himself up, hesitating. She stopped, looking up she saw a flash of worry in his eyes. “I know you can’t last long like this, baby, that’s the point.” She smiled at him. He sank back into the bed and closed his eyes. She took him into her mouth again.

  She listened and felt as she licked and sucked and stroked. Slow, then faster, then slow again, until she heard his frustration and felt his fullness. Settling in a strong, steady pace, she felt her soft mound graze against his leg. The need to have him deep inside her intensified.

  She could feel him grow more rigid, threating to explode. She laved the soft skin taut over hard iron, her lips firmly around him. Feeling him start to pulse, she drove him deeper into her throat as he came. Hard. His body shook as he roared into an intense climax. He grabbed in abandon at her hair, pulling her to him. He shook until the pulses subsided. She continued to lap him, taking all that he had to offer, until he had softened and calmed.

  Laurel crossed her arms and lay on his hip watching him finish coming down. It made her happy and fueled her anticipation. He opened his eyes, blinking, slowly reorienting. They shared a smile of satisfaction. She pulled herself alongside him as he opened his arms to her, gathering her in to him.

  “You are an amazing woman.” She bit her bottom lip trying to hold back a lustful grin.

  “And you are one incredibly sexy, inspiring, man.” That garnered his million-dollar smile and she was taken in again. She bit her bottom lip and then smiled again when that action made him groan.

  God, this woman was sexy.

  Lightning and thunder continued to crash around them as the storm came in with full force. Derrick relaxed with Laurel pulled close, her head on his shoulder she stroked his chest.

  Drifting off into an aroused haze, they were comfortable in each other’s arms until the storm intensified again minutes later. Trees slapped at the house, thunder rumbled and shook the walls after lightning struck close. The music stopped and Laurel realized the electricity had gone out after the last bolt of lightning sizzled nearby. There was nothing now, but the sounds of the storm and their breathing.

  Derrick roused, pulling Laurel up to him in a strong embrace, encircling her with his arms, holding her tight, kissing her hard on her soft lips. She kissed him back with the fervor of a stoked fire catching hold again, burning hotter and flaming higher. She could feel him grow rock hard against her.

  He pulled back to look at her, appreciating—then he was kissing her again. Leaning over her, he took her lips for himself. His kiss was soft, then harder, insistent. He searched her velvet mouth with his tongue and sucked at her bottom lip. She surged with a heat that made her gasp, and pressed her body into him begging for more. He grew harder still, wanting to fill her, to feel her around him, to please her.

  He gently pushed her back into the bed, hovering above her, capturing her lips once more. Her body exploded with heat from head to toe.

  He nipped at her neck.

  She whimpered in want.

  Derrick lowered his head and nibbled a trail slowly to her breasts. She moaned as he captured a taut nipple in his mouth, pulling, nipping, licking, and teasing, stroking the other with his thumb.

  “So soft.” He groaned, deep and long, impatient but knowing he had to take his time. Continuing, he trailed lower and the scorch of his kiss threatened to explode her. When he reached her hips, she stopped him, cupping his face pulling him up gently to look into his eyes.

  “That’s a lesson for another day, sweetheart.” The thought spread a lustful grin across his face. They laughed softly, together.

  As he worked his way back to her neck, he took time to touch every nerve ending on her thighs, stomach, breasts. His erection bounced hot against her, with every tap she sucked in a breath.

  Derrick settled beside her to explore her with his hands. He kissed her shoulders, slowly caressing her. Gathering her close to him, he ran his fingers down her backside. His hands slid down, grazed the separation, then moved lower to grab a buttock in each hand, laying her hard against him, kneading, pulling. Eyes closed, neck bared, every nerve ending on fire, Laurel was longing for her own climax.

  The wait alone was driving her into a frenzy. His touch pushed her higher. Sliding his hand down the top of her thigh, he made his way. Slowly teasing her with his touch, he grazed her nether lips. He felt her heat as she pushed into his hand.

  Derrick looked into her eyes as he began to explore her soft wet folds. The sensation overwhelming her as his finger slid to her hardened clit. Her hips bucked against his hand with a volition all their own. Her response was loud and the “Ahhh” that parted her lips was like rock candy exploding in his mouth, sweet and intense as he kissed her. Then he hesitated—stopped and moved his hand away. She opened her eyes to stare into fiery pools of amber.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, oh, God no. Please—,” she begged of him, curving to him, pulling him back.

  He continued his exploration into the silky folds of her full, wet sex. He slid a long finger down and then deep into her waiting passage. She was as near orgasm as she could get without complete explosion. She arched to him, her loud burst, flooded him, pushing him to take her. Deep, then shallow, he stroked, driving her higher and higher. He added a finger gently circling her hardened clit, her reaction a reward for his tender touch.

  Laurel’s entire body was shaking when she pulled him over her. She dripped with desire; her body ready to accept him, yearning for him to drive her to the peak of passion. She pulled him closer and grasped his hard shaft.

  His eyes questioned her. Waiting, wanting, he watched her intently.

  Guiding his tip into her, she shuddered in anticipation.

  “Derrick.” She whispered his name. She wanted Derrick.

  Her other hand slid down his back as she raised her knees farther. Derrick slid into her slowly at first, then overtaken, drove deep, hard. Burying himself deep into her, the passionate surprise drew a loud gasp from her.

  “You feel soooo good,” she whispered.

  Not wanting to wait a second longer, every nerve ending nearly bursting, completely on fire, she rotated her hips encouraging him. Instinct took over. He began long, seductive strokes that broke any control she had left.

  Slow, easy at first, then harder and deeper. He was rewarded with soft moans and shudders. She clamped hard around him, feeling his delicious strength. Appreciating the way he filled her, she quivered from the inside out.

  The grasp of her tight walls around him pushed him to the edge. Her body’s acceptance of him flooded his senses
with a rush he’d never known. Both staring into the others eyes, savoring each sensation, they could no longer hold back.

  Laurel grabbed his hips hard. He crashed into her, deep. As if he’d always been her lover, Derrick took control. His strokes varied as he watched her reactions. Slow, fast, shallow, deep, he searched for every level of pleasure he could give her.

  With each thrust, they built their climax together. A sheen of sweat covered them. Their passion overtook them as the storm crashed outside. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer; he responded, thrusting harder, faster, deeper. Their eyes closed as the intensity became too much.

  Time slowed, everything fell away, her throat voiced her pleasure, piercing the night as lightning exploded outside. Her orgasm rode with the thunder, rolling through her body with flashes of heat and light. It broke him, he thundered after her, roaring his own, as he pulsed deep inside her, shaking.

  His deep thrusts, and hot pulses, spurred her to another plateau of pleasure. They each worked to complete the other. His strength finally left him and he fell against her. Each gathered the other in tight embrace, wanting to stay right where they were, neither wanting to let the other go.

  They rolled to their side, holding each other tight. Understanding. What they had been for each other didn’t need words. Derrick and Laurel stayed in each other’s arms. The storm quieted to a steady rain.

  She finally pulled back with a quizzical look on her face, grinning big, shaking her head in disbelief.

  He nodded and grinned a little sheepishly. “You can thank Google.” Both chuckled and fell back into the covers.

  They would make love again, later in the small hours of the morning, before falling into a deep and peaceful sleep. Bodies entwined, Laurel’s back pushed deep against Derrick, his long arms pulling her close, and curled to rest his hand upon her breast, her hand upon his.

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