by Golden Angel
Sarah spread her legs, the trimmed patch of auburn hair over her mound and the wet pink flesh at the apex of her thighs was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. When he started to slide his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her further and watching his dark hands caress her ivory flesh, Sarah cried out and tried to close her legs.
When he looked up at her, surprised, he realized that she was flushed with embarrassment.
"Open up beautiful," he said, huskily. "I want to see your pretty pink pussy."
The shiver that went through Sarah at his words washed away her immediate reaction. She'd never made love like this, never had a man studying her so closely between her thighs. When he stroked a finger down her center her hips jerked upwards and she let out a moan. This was pure torture, like she'd never experienced before. Is this what sex was like for other women? What the hell had she been missing out on all these years? His fingertip swirled around her sensitive folds, lubricating her clitoris and Sarah's head thrashed as she gripped the sheets on either side of her. Martin had never spent any time arousing her like this, not even close.
Not that Derrick had needed to do anything more to turn her on. She'd been ready for him ever since he'd walked into the restaurant this morning. Now that he was touching her she thought she might explode. Sarah's unrestrained responses were absolutely beautiful and making it that much harder on Derrick. It was obvious from the surprise on her face, her inherent modesty, that she'd never had anyone pay attention to her body this way. He wanted to worship it, to show her with his hands and mouth how beautiful and desirable she was. The cave-man in him still wanted to bury himself inside of her but he stamped that part down.
For now.
Using her copious pussy juices, he circled his finger around her clit, wetting the little bud. First he nuzzled one side and then the other, making Sarah's body jerk as she moaned relentlessly, her legs quivering as he manipulated her pussy.
"Oh please Derrick!" she cried out as he pressed one of his fingers against her hole, pushing it in very slightly. The channel was exquisitely tight, molten hot with her cream. When he slid his tongue along her pussy lips, lapping delicately around his finger as it slowly sank into her body, Sarah came apart at the seams, screaming with ecstasy as she tightened down on him. It was the fastest he'd ever made a woman cum and it took him completely by surprise. Moving his lips up to the top of her pussy, he was thankful for her well-trimmed mound as he sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling on the little nub. Sarah's back arched upwards and her hands moved from her sides up to either side of her head, her elbows bending as she used them to help her body arch, pressing her pussy against Derrick's finger and mouth.
It was the most intense sensation she'd ever experienced and her orgasm was shattering, rippling through her with white hot shards of passion, just like the romances she'd read and scoffed at. When Derrick pulled his mouth away from her pussy, leaving his finger inside of her, she opened her eyes to see him licking her juices from his lips and she blushed. Seeing her expression he chuckled.
"It's a little late to be blushing, isn't it?" he teased her gently, twisting his finger inside of her. Sarah moaned. Even though she'd just had the most incredible orgasm of her life - and now she was wondering if what she'd felt before had even been orgasms - she could feel her body's excitement starting to build again. Licking her own lips she looked up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes. His finger felt huge, just as wonderful as she'd fantasized about. It stretched her wonderfully. Reluctantly Derrick pulled out of her.
"Don't stop," she said, sitting up quickly, afraid that he was going to go away. The expression on his face turned a little stubborn.
"Sarah, if I don't stop touching you now then this isn't going to end until I'm cumming inside of your sweet pussy." The utter carnality of his words made everything inside of her clench with desire.
"Yes please," she said immediately, her voice breathless. For a moment he looked like he was going to turn her down, reject her and Sarah's face turned pleading as she pushed herself up on her knees, her hands coming down on his chest. Even on their knees he towered over her. Tilting her face up for a kiss, she rubbed her fingers over his nipples. Even through his shirt she could feel the wiry hair on his chest, the hard tips of his sensitive nipples.
Derrick groaned and gave in, his lips swooping down to catch hers. This wasn't a gentle kiss, it wasn't for comfort or reassurance. His mouth claimed hers, took hers, his tongue sweeping in and rubbing against hers in a sensuous dance. Moaning, Sarah pressed against him, feeling her breasts flatten against the hard planes of his body. His hands ran down her back, unclasped her bra and pulled it from her, leaving her completely naked. As he continued to caress her, strong fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass, she frantically unbuttoned his shirt, eager to get her hands onto his bare skin. His hips moved, rubbing the front of his body against hers and she became even more wild with need as the hard length of his jean-clad erection dug into her stomach.
His chest had enough hair to be masculine but not so much that he could really be called hair. She ran slim fingers through it, pulling her mouth away so that she could see the contrast of their skin, the black hairs even darker than his skin. Trailing kisses over his chest, she scrabbled at his jeans, struggling to unbutton them. The throbbing erection underneath made her job harder and Derrick wasn't helping at all, he was too involved in running his fingers through her hair, a sensual delight for both of them.
Everything about Sarah was soft and feminine, and having his hands in her hair was just as glorious as he'd imagined. Her frantic need for him was the kind of thing that could make a man's ego. So was the gasping shocked sound she made when she pulled his dick out of his pants. The look on her face was part fear, part excitement as she wrapped her slim, pale hand around the large piece of male equipment, studying the dark length and the thick purple-y head. How on earth would that fit inside her? Martin had barely been half this long and not nearly as thick. Sarah knew she was rather petite and little, and being around Derrick had made her feel even more so, but this was the first time that she felt absolutely tiny next to him.
The deep chuckling interrupted her reverie and she stared up at him, looking anxious.
"Don't worry gorgeous," he said, reassuringly. "It will fit."
Sarah moaned and he caught her lips in another kiss, pulling her against him with one arm while the other went between her legs. Still slippery with wetness. Derrick ran two fingers back and forth along the length of her, devouring her with his mouth as she clung to him, and then he began to push two fingers inside of her, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
Two fingers were so much thicker than one and Sarah could feel her legs trembling beneath her as she knelt on the bed, rocking against Derrick's hand. His palm was pressed against her clit as he stretched her out with his fingers. She wondered what it looked like, the dark black of his skin against the pretty shell pink of her interior, invading her, rubbing her. The arm around her body was like a steel bar, keeping her in place as he began to move his fingers in rhythm, sapping the strength from her muscles as he mimicked the sex act with his fingers.
Running her hand down his body, Sarah wrapped slender fingers around his cock again. It felt like silk wrapped around steel, hot and throbbing in her hand as she began to pump it. The answering shudder in Derrick's body gave her the most incredible feeling of power. She reveled in it for all of two seconds before she found herself being pulled on top of him. His muscular body was so wide that she could feel her thighs straining as she straddled him, her knees barely touching the bed. Then he rolled over, settling her beneath him, and she moaned. He was so big, in every way, pinning her down with his body. They were like darkness and moonlight intertwined on the navy comforter, the light and dark of their limbs wrapping around each other.
Looking down at her, he hesitated again.
"Please," she begged. "I want you. I've wanted you ever since I met you." His expression changed fro
m unsure to lustful and he moved his hips. The thick wide head of his meat pressed against her and Sarah drew in a quick, sharp breath.
"I'll go slow," he said. As if he really had a choice. She was so incredibly tight that he couldn't have done anything but. At first he'd wanted to have her on top of him, but remembering how her muscles had strained around his fingers he had realized that missionary position would be the easiest way to open her up for him. Just getting the head of his dick inside of her took slow pumps of his hips, spreading her for him. Sarah gasped and moaned, writhing beneath him as her legs spread wider to help her accommodate the biggest thing she'd ever had inside of her.
"Oh Derrick!" she cried out, her body arching as his head pushed all the way inside of her. The muscles of her inner walls rippled and clenched around him and he was able to push in another inch as she let out another cry of pleasure. Leaning his weight onto one forearm, he slid his hand down the milky skin of her stomach and splayed his fingers over her hip, pressing his thumb through her auburn mound and against her clit. Making small circles with his thumb, Derrick held still as Sarah's hips began to pump up and down, working more of him inside of her as she bucked beneath him. As her muscles tightened around him he knew that she was getting close to another orgasm.
Curling his back, he leaned over and took one of her pretty pink nipples between his lips again, biting down gently on the tender bud as he rubbed her clit. The rubbery mushroom ridge of his dick was rubbing against her g-spot in just the right way and Sarah screamed with pleasure as she came, stretched open so much farther than she'd ever been in her life. As all of her muscles released, her insides loosened and spasmed, and Derrick worked his hips in rhythm with her waves of ecstasy, pushing deeper into her as she quivered around him. The deep thrust of his body into hers took Sarah's breath away. She hadn't realized how much of his length hadn't been inside of her yet. The long press of his cock went so deep into her body that she could almost feel it in her throat, her vagina spasming around the thick, midnight-black spear that had pierced and filled her completely. Derrick held himself inside of her, fingers digging into the bed sheets beneath her as he forced himself to remain still, letting her hips move beneath him as she adjusted to her new proportions. She was the tightest, wettest sheathe he'd ever sunk into and he felt ready to cum just from being held inside of her gorgeous body.
When Sarah looked up at him with wide hazel eyes, completely in awe, he pulled his fingers away from stroking her clit and let himself settle on top of her, kissing her lips gently.
"I told you I'd fit," he said. She half-laughed, half-groaned, the jiggling and laughter making her ripple around him and against him as he lay between her splayed thighs, his hard rod buried inside of her. It felt good and right.
"Last chance," he said. If she said no, he could still pull out now. Go jerk off and take a freezing cold shower. He was trying so hard to make sure that this was really what she wanted. Sarah felt a small burst of emotion for his generosity and selflessness. He'd given her two incredible orgasms already, he was rigidly hard inside of her, and yet he was still trying to do the right thing.
Even though she was a little frightened of what it would feel like to be beneath his hard thrusting body she wanted him. She wanted this. Running her hands over the broad muscles of his shoulders she clasped them behind his neck, running her feet up the backs of his thighs until they were tucked under his muscular butt, which opened her thighs even further for him.
"Don't stop," she said, and moved her hips against him. The first shove of his hips was immediate and hard, splitting her open, and Sarah gasped at the power in his body as he began to ride her. The wiry hair of his groin rubbed against her pussy lips as she humped back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, the walls of her pussy convulsing around him as he emptied and filled her. It was erotically hard, sensually pounding. Her pale skin practically glowed against his, her breasts bouncing between their bodies, nipples rubbing against the hard planes of his muscle, being tickled by the hair on his chest. Arching her back only increased the exquisite sensations.
Considering that she had already cum twice and he was now inside of her Sarah wasn't expecting to have another orgasm. Especially because her experience with Martin had been that once he was inside of her it didn't take long for him to cum. But Derrick just kept pounding at her, reaching dark recesses in her body that no man had touched before as he dug deeper, tilting his body to press against her clit every time their bodies' met. Sarah cried out, writhing underneath him as the familiar feeling of passion began to climb again. Surely she couldn't cum again... His dick rubbed and dragged against her insides, continuously stretching her.
"Oh.... Oh... Oh Derrick," she said, breathlessly, almost unbelieving as her pleasure began to build, winding her muscles tighter and tighter. "Oh Derrick... Oh fuck... Oh Derrick..."
The way she was saying his name over and over again was seriously dissolving Derrick's control as he slid back and forth against her slick walls, riding her for all he was worth. Fortunately he had a feeling that it meant she was as close as he was. Her head tilted back and she let out an erotic scream as he began to thicken inside of her, his balls tightening he rammed her hard and fast. As her legs closed around him, pulling him into her body, urging him deeper, Derrick let out a bellow as thick, creamy white cum barreled out of him, spurting deep inside of her. His hips kept moving, riding out their orgasms, pushing the heights of their mutual ecstasy as Sarah undulated beneath him, breathlessly gasping as she surged beneath him, her tight pussy milking him of every jet of cream.
Their movements slowed as they shuddered out the last wringing aftershocks of orgasmic rapture. Sarah felt absolutely blissful, completely satiated. Derrick's heavy weight on top of her was almost delicious, heavy but not crushing. She felt warm and protected beneath him. Running her fingers along his inky-dark shoulders, she kissed the broad chest in front of her.
Derrick chuckled and rolled to the side of her, scooting down on the bed so that they were face to face. His crotch was covered with her cream and she could feel his cum dripping out of her sore pussy. It was perfect. They exchanged small kisses, looking at each other with something like wonderment.
All of the sudden Sarah's face tightened with something like horror and then segued into relief and trepidation.
"What?" asked Derrick.
"I'm not on birth control," Sarah said, and then hurriedly continued. "Don't worry though, I'm at the completely wrong time in my cycle. And I'll take a morning after pill."
To his utter shock, the first emotion Derrick had when Sarah said she wasn’t on birth control was pure, unadulterated masculine triumph. He liked the idea that she was unprotected. Which was unheard of for him. Then again, having sex with a woman without asking if she was protected was unheard of for him. And considering how many women Martin had been screwing, although at least he’d seen condoms in all of the pictures, they probably should have used protection. But he’d wanted to be snugly encased in her wet pussy, skin to skin, and even now he couldn’t find himself regretting it. Of course if they both tested for something nasty he would.
The same play of emotions seemed to swell over Sarah, her thoughts completely in line with his.
“Oh God… Martin… I have to get tested for… oh Derrick I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even thinking.”
Of course not. She’d only ever had sex with one man besides him, and not much of a man in Derrick’s opinion, she’d lived her entire life assuming she was safe.
“It’s okay,” he said, pulling her in close and comforting her. “You go to the doctor regularly, right?”
“Yes,” she replied, relaxing. “Every year for a physical. And they do blood work.”
“Then you’re probably okay.”
“I’m going to get a full screening, just in case.”
Derrick nodded, stroking the silky softness of her hair. Unbelievably having her pressed up against him, despite the discussion, was giving his dick ideas
all over again. She was just so soft and curvy, so delectably feminine. And the startling contrast of her ivory and flame against his black night coloring was breathtaking.
“I’m clean,” he said.
“Okay.” She breathed a sigh of relief.
So incredibly trusting. He wasn’t sure he deserved that but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her down.
“So why aren’t you on birth control?” he asked and then immediately shook his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
Sarah laughed. “No, I understand. But Martin and I never needed it. He wasn’t very interested in having kids and he was totally against doing anything ‘unnatural’ so I just never used it.” Her face fell a little. “Although now I wonder if that was the whole truth.”
Immediately Derrick felt like an idiot, bringing that mess back to her attention, and he stroked the hair back from her face, trying not to think about how good it felt just to be touching her. He barely knew this woman but every cell in his body was screaming various messages to him, all along the lines of ‘protect’ and ‘claim.’ Good thing she didn’t know or she’d probably run screaming.
“You wanted kids?” Dammit, why couldn’t he just leave it alone? Her face got even sadder at the question.
“Yes.”
That one quiet word broke his heart. Another way in which her asswipe of a husband had let her down. The cell in his body that were rooting for ‘claiming’ were making his dick stir the longer he lay next to her, wanting to plant his seed in her again. Not an urge he’d ever had before.
“There’s still time,” he said, doing his best not to sound excited about that. Or like he wanted to be the one having them with her. Even though he kind of did.
Fortunately, before he could probe that startling thought too deeply, his stomach rumbled and Sarah laughed. “Would you like some dinner? It’s been awhile since lunch, I’m sure I can whip something up.”