More undertones she wasn’t grasping.
Ellen uncurled from Warren’s feet. “I know how to make it more challenging, M, and a lot more fun.” She bent to retrieve her heels, and he smacked her ass, eliciting a shriek. Ellen pranced away before he had another chance to swat her ass.
Warren leveled a finger at Derek. “Enjoy yourselves. We’ll see you in half an hour.” His eyes flicked to the stairs, and he gave Sally a nod, before leaving her alone with Derek.
“Why did you make them leave?”
“Shh, beautiful. While they’re my closest friends, I don’t want to share this moment with them.” He reached over and plucked the champagne glass out of her hand. He stood, pulled her into his embrace, and slanted down for a kiss.
Their lips collided, his desire taut and undeniable. She barely had time to steady herself on her feet. Not that it mattered. He held her so tight; she didn’t need to stand on her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung on for dear life.
It wasn’t a kiss.
Derek ravaged her, and she surrendered to the sensation. The kiss paused, stopped when he nibbled her lower lip, pulling gently until he released her. Sally’s head fell back, drunk with the pleasure he pulled from her body. Intensified by the line of fire he trailed down her neck, she lost herself to the indulgence of the tiny nips of his teeth. He worked a languid path down to her shoulder, then traced the line of her dress, marking her with searing heat.
She’d never wanted out of her clothes so badly in her life.
He removed the strap, exposing her breast, and cupped her gently, making her gasp as warmth surged from his palm, penetrating her flesh, to heat her blood. That sensation surged through her body and headed straight to her pussy. Teasing her nipple until it hardened, her skin pebbled beneath his assault. He took her nipple between his thumb and finger, then squeezed.
She gasped, crying out from the delicious blend of pleasure mixed with pain. With her cry, he took her mouth again, plunging his tongue deep, tasting, licking, and driving her wild. His intensity terrified her, intoxicated her, and drowned her in more sensation than his physical touch alone.
She needed to breathe, and slow things down.
He growled when she tried to push him away. “No, beautiful,” he said. “I’m in charge. We stop when I say.”
“But, Derek,” she gasped.
“Trust your body. Trust me to find your limits.” He pinched her nipple again, sending a jolt of electricity directly to her clit.
A desperate moan escaped her mouth.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want, but I’ll challenge everything you ever thought you knew. There’s more to sex than pleasure alone, and you’re going to love every bit of it.”
“But the others?”
“If I know my friends, Warren is playing a video game and has Ellen on her knees sucking his cock. Karl is with Justine, and she’ll be tied up for quite some time. No one cares what we’re doing.”
“Your staff?” The trail of kisses he left on her shoulder was driving her to distraction.
“Know how to be discreet. Now, relax. We’ve barely begun.” He released her breast and stopped torturing her nipple. He cupped her ass, pulling her against the hardness of his erection. “If you really need things to stop, then all you have to do is say ‘red.’ I’ll stop immediately, but know this.”
“What?”
She balanced on a precipice. His words told her something profound was happening, even if she didn’t fully understand.
“If you use that word, I’ll stop completely. We’ll have dinner, enjoy our evening, but all of this…” He kissed her again, stealing her breath. “All of this ends.”
“Why would it end?”
His hands squeezed her ass, grinding her against the hard length of his cock. He slipped a hand under her skirt and traced a finger up her thigh.
“Because I’ve never forced a woman. You want me to stop, that’s all you need to say. Until then, you’re mine and you take what I choose to give.”
A whimper escaped her lips. Those words coiled in her mind and wrapped around her heart. His. She would be his. What did that mean? Was it crazy she wanted to find out exactly what that meant?
Derek lifted her and set her on a table. His hand went under her skirt, and he pressed his fingers against her mound. He tapped her thigh. “Spread your legs, beautiful.” Nipping at her ear, he whispered. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say red.”
A safe word.
Dear lord, she knew as much as the next person what that meant but truly had no idea what came next.
She hesitated, wondering if he would stop or force her legs open. Isn’t that what he implied? At a loss as to how this all worked, a part of her wanted to submit to his demand, while another part wanted him to force her to obey. Then another voice whispered in her head, her best friend, George, urging her to be cautious but to open herself to discovering more.
He would know what to do. George lived on the wild side. It wasn’t something they ever talked about, but he knew about this ‘stuff.’
“Penny for your thoughts,” Derek nudged her chin up, kissing and sucking on her skin, making it impossible to think.
“I’m scared.” She wanted more. So much more that it terrified her.
“Open your legs. You’re not ready for me to push you. For tonight, you’ll have to make the choice to give in. Now open.”
Slowly, Sally spread her trembling legs. Derek placed his hands on her knees and pulled them wide, stepping between her thighs.
“There you go,” he said. “You’re perfect. Now let me show you how to fly.”
He kissed her again, pulling and tugging on her lips as if his life depended on it. While he claimed her mouth, his fingers fluttered over her pussy.
Wait! She tried to snap her legs closed, embarrassed at how wet she was down there. That had never happened before. He growled at her, wedging his hips between her legs. “If you want this to stop, just say the word.”
Red.
A word which would end everything.
His thumbs hooked around the edge of her panties, he pulled them down, then lifted her to tug them off. He stood there, staring into her eyes, watching her breathe. Did he notice the terror in her eyes or the way her lower lip trembled? She bit it, forcing it to still under the heat of his gaze.
One word would end this. She bit down until a pinch of pain flared in her lip, and kept that word to herself.
He seemed to understand, stepping out from between her legs. Slowly, his fingers tracing down her thighs, he tossed her panties to the deck. He pulled her knees back apart, making room to step between her legs again.
“Breathe, Sally,” he said. “Just breathe.”
His command flowed through her, engaging her diaphragm to contract and pull air into her chest.
“Good,” he said. “Now, close your eyes.”
Incapable of thought, she was overwhelmed by what would happen next. Shouldn’t she do something other than sit there? Unbutton his tux? Lower the zipper of his pants? What would he think if she made him do all the work?
Her breaths came in quick panting gasps, on the verge of hyperventilating now that he had her breathing again.
He cupped her chin, drawing her attention back to his face. “Close your eyes. That’s not a request.”
The steel in his tone had her squeezing her eyes shut, but they flew open again as his fingers brushed against her bare clit.
“Don’t make me ask again,” he said. “Eyes closed.”
She focused on the impossibly difficult task of keeping her eyes shut, biting her lower lip as his fingers found her clit and worked in circles.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
His fingers took up a demanding rhythm. She bucked against him, not used to such an intimate touch. Thomas had never done this.
Derek trapped her with his body, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other shoved between her
legs. The friction heated her skin, coiled inside her womb, and shot to her spine, sending flutters of electricity surging through her entire body. She whimpered as he stroked her clit and cried out when he slid his fingers between her folds.
Coiling like a spring, her entire body filled with pulsating pleasure waiting to be released, but she needed more friction. Derek made her scream as the pad of his finger rubbed up against her inner wall, stroking upward. Liquid heat flared and licked along her nerves, turning her mindless with need.
His thumb tortured her clit, the dueling sensations making it impossible to focus on cresting the peak. She was almost there. He thrust deep inside her pussy, knuckles pounding against her entrance, that slow drag out igniting her flesh.
She exhaled with each thrust, gasping against pain as it morphed into liquid pleasure. This wasn’t tender. It was sudden, fast, and violent. She loved every bit of it.
Derek refused to let her rest, demanding her body respond, and, in his hands, her body surrendered.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Derek…” Her control was slipping, and it scared the hell out of her, but she didn’t want any of it to stop.
“You’ll come when I’m ready and not a moment before. I choose your pleasure.” He stopped everything, and she cried out with frustration.
So damn close!
He slid his fingers out, pressing lightly against her pussy, hot and wet. The sensation was incredible and infuriating at the same time. Her head fell back as she waited for what he would do next. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. The tension inside of her wound so tight she felt close to panic.
“Now,” he said, “let’s continue.”
He pushed his fingers deep and withdrew with the same excruciating slowness, drawing deep sighs and moans from her mouth.
Sally gave herself over to his control. If not content to let him set the pace, at least willing to surrender. At that moment, she relaxed.
Heat rose deep inside of her and traveled outward in a flash of pure agony as she balanced on the edge of her pleasure, chasing an orgasm he had yet to allow. Her hips bucked, thrusting against his hand, counter to the rhythm he established.
“Derek, please,” she begged, “You’re killing me!”
“I love my name on your lips, even more when you’re begging.”
At this point, she was beyond begging. She needed more. More friction. More heat. She wanted him. Inside of her, now, where this madness would end.
Derek picked up the tempo, sliding his fingers in and out. He pressed his thumb to her clit and gave her a command. “Come for me, Sally. Surrender to my will.”
His words were exactly what she needed to splinter into a thousand pieces and fly into an oblivion he controlled. She cried out, the scream cresting and crashing into the space between them.
Her back arched and her legs shook with a rolling orgasm which seemed to go on for an eternity. Derek crouched before her, his hands holding her legs apart. Then his mouth covered her, the heat lighting her on fire once again. The flick of his tongue sent her spiraling upward again, flying so high, there was no way she wouldn’t crash on the way down.
The next orgasm took her by surprise, her pussy rippling against his tongue, clenching as waves of pleasure and heat surged through her body. Her vision dimmed, and she felt like she might pass out. He’d given her two mind blowing orgasms, and still knelt between her legs. His mouth pressed against her folds, his tongue lapping at her entrance, and his nose nudging the swollen bundle of nerves of her clit.
She buried her fingers into his raven hair, pulling at the strands, caught between exhaustion and needing more. He supported her, his hands wrapped around her thighs, and the strokes of his tongue slowed, bringing her back to earth.
He caught her in his arms, kissing the wetness trailing down her cheeks. She pressed her hands against her temples, a wonderful feeling of being satiated flowing through her veins. That had never happened to her before.
“I want more,” she said.
Derek threw back his head, a deep rumble of laughter billowing forth. “Now that is fucking music to my ears.”
Chapter 10
None for Him?
Derek kissed her breasts, her neck, her jaw and finally her mouth. Her orgasm faded, the aftershocks left her limbs loose and relaxed. Wow, that had really happened. She’d never come so completely unglued, and even now found herself floating in a blissful fog.
He kissed her lips, gently this time, and held her as his caresses moved to her shoulders and her arms. He kneaded her muscles, soft becoming harder, sending her deeper into her post-orgasmic haze. With her legs still wrapped around him, the heat of his body kept her warm, safe and secure. Her thoughts swirled with the implications of what had happened and what was still to come.
He had yet to orgasm, and if Thomas had taught her anything, sex was an equal participation event. This wasn’t over until she returned the favor, and she couldn’t wait to feel him, taste him, or both.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
Wind whipped around them, blowing her hair back from her face. Water whooshed along the hull as the yacht sliced through the calm waters. Away from the marina, that briny tang had faded to the crisp smell of the sea. And, overhead, a seagull soared in a cloudless sky. The moon shone down with a silvery light which rippled on the waves. The night couldn’t be more perfect. Derek had taken her to heaven, and she’d found Nirvana in his arms.
In a small way, her heart said she had betrayed Thomas, or at least his memory. But was it wrong to experience such an incredible release? Hadn’t she earned it? And wasn’t this exactly what Thomas had wished for on his deathbed? For her to move forward with her life? It still hurt, that lingering stab of his memory, but she found herself at peace as well.
Conflicting emotions simmered beneath the surface, and she kept them there, unwilling to wade through such serious thoughts. Not while Derek held her in his arms, and the taste of her still lingered on his tongue.
His voice lifted her heart with his whispered endearments; telling her how beautiful and brave she had been. How much she had pleased him. How he had been waiting for a woman like her for far too long.
Those words lulled her into a satiated oblivion, making her forget about taking care of his needs, but she needed to return the favor. No man gave a woman such earth shattering orgasms without expecting repayment of the same. Thomas had always said it was only fair.
Derek took a step back, the heat of his body leaving her as the wind licked at her skin. Bending down, he picked up her panties, brought them to his nose, and breathed in deep.
“I’m not sure I should give these back to you.”
Did he expect her to put them on? What about his orgasm? They weren’t finished yet.
Her face pinched with confusion. “What?”
He placed a finger on her nose. “Time for dinner.”
Why wasn’t he…didn’t he want to have sex and finish?
He stepped away, giving her room to shimmy into her panties. She wanted to ask why he wasn’t interested. Had she been that disappointing? But, years of conditioning kicked in, and she bit her tongue. In her marriage, sex hadn’t been something to discuss. It ruined the mood, Thomas would say.
Derek lifted her chin with his finger, and she resisted his gentle tug. No way was she going to look him in the eye, not with all her insecurities rising to the surface. He had an uncanny way of knowing when she was holding back, like now, as he increased the pressure under her chin.
“What’s going on inside that head of yours?”
“Nothing,” she snapped.
He closed the distance, cupping her chin in his hand. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing. We should go down for dinner.” Sally tried to side-step him, but he captured her by the hips and lifted her back onto the table.
“Ask me,” he demanded.
“Ask you what?” she countered. If he didn’t want to have sex, she would get over it. A
lie, but not one she would ever voice.
“Ask me why I didn’t fuck you.” The blue of his irises turned brittle, glittering dangerously. “Now.”
The intensity of his expression and the demand laced in his words had her trembling. She crossed her arms and curved inward.
“I didn’t mean…” She tried to evade the question, move somehow from the awkwardness of here to the forced socialization over dinner downstairs. An interesting conflict, considering her phobias, but he wouldn’t let her down.
The force of his will captured her and pinned her in place. When her eyes cut to the stairs leading down, he shook his head.
“Ask.”
Her frustration grew, irritated because she’d turned what should have been nothing into something. This was exactly why Thomas never discussed sex. Her frustrations with good enough had always led to arguments. She wanted to tell Derek, but held her tongue.
“I just gave you perhaps one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had, and you’re pissed. I deserve to know why.”
“I’m not pissed.” Geez, if that’s what he thought, then fine. “Let’s just go downstairs.”
“We’re not leaving until you answer me.” He rubbed his chin. “Something is bothering you. If you’re not mad, then what’s wrong?” His left brow tugged down.
She took in a deep breath, inhaling the salty air, and blew it out in a huff. If he were going to push, then she wouldn’t be responsible for the argument which would follow.
Here goes nothing. He’d probably turn the boat once he realized how difficult she could be. Thomas’ recrimination whispered in her ear, about how she was never satisfied, or why couldn’t she leave well enough alone? But another look at the determined set of Derek’s jaw, it was clear she wasn’t getting out of this conversation.
“Fine.” That single word meant anything but fine. “Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” She tried to shove him away, a vain attempt to flee, but he was much bigger and stronger than her. He didn’t even budge.
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