by Ashe, Karina
“I know what I’d do to stop them,” Derek muttered. If Lauren heard, she didn’t respond.
The second nursery was not far away, and they had plenty of time to look around before closing. Derek helped Lauren out of the car, and they started to walk through the rows of trees. He got carried away as he led her around, pointing out the different varieties and explaining how he made his selections.
Aside from the greenery, all he noticed was the faint scent of her perfume and the swish of her skirt as they walked. It was hard to keep focused on his explanations, and he lost track of what he was saying more than a few times.
He didn’t realize how far they had walked from the car or that the summer sky had clouded up and darkened until he heard the first clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning moments later.
“Hey, we’d better get back the car quickly.” He grabbed her hand, turning around to see where they had wandered.
“I don’t even see the car. Do you remember which way we came?”
Lauren shook her head. “I think maybe it’s that way,” she said, pointing left.
Derek did a quick survey of the grounds. “Yeah, there’s the large greenhouse, which is behind the main building. I think you’re right.”
They headed in that direction, but Lauren’s shoes prevented a quick getaway. Derek noticed she was having trouble keeping up with his long strides and slowed down. He thought about telling her to take the heels off, but the ground was filled with small stones and droppings from the trees. She wouldn’t be able to walk any faster barefoot, and she might get hurt.
The first drops of rain came softly, and they quickened their pace. As the rainfall grew heavier, Lauren put her face down and tried to walk faster, but her heels digging into the wet soil put her off-balance and she stumbled more than a few times. Derek put his arm around her waist to steady her, and she leaned in against him as they continued at a near run.
A sudden gust of wind from behind pushed them forward and brought the downpour. A loud clap of thunder and almost simultaneous lightning flash signaled that the storm was in full force around them. Lauren’s hair and dress whipped around her, and her attempts to hold her skirt down with one hand and her hair back with the other were unsuccessful.
Shielding his eyes from the heavy rain with his free hand, Derek lifted his head to check for the nearest shelter. He spotted a small greenhouse about one hundred feet away, close to the edge of the orchard.
“We have to get away from these trees,” he shouted to Lauren and pulled her in against him. “Hold onto to me, we’re going to have to run for it.”
Lauren let go of her skirt and stretched her arm around his waist, putting her finger through a belt loop, and clung to him as he increased the pace. They finally reached the structure, but when Derek grabbed the doorknob, it was locked.
He pushed her gently against the wall under the tiny overhang. “Wait here.”
Derek ran around the side and came back seconds later with a long-handled shovel. “Look what I found,” he said with a grin.
He stood between Lauren and the door, raised the shovel above his head, and pushed the metal scoop down with all his might on the door handle, which crashed to the ground, splintering the wood of the front door as it ripped out. Derek pulled out the rest of the lock mechanism with his hands and pushed the door open.
He grabbed Lauren’s hand, pulling her inside, and slammed the door shut behind him with his foot. Lauren shook as another boom of thunder rang out and streak of lightning flashed across the sky.
“Are we safe in here?” Lauren wrapped her arms around herself.
Derek looked around. It appeared this greenhouse was used for storage.
“Safe from being hit directly,” he said. He didn’t give voice to his thought that a tree fallen by lightning could smash right through the structure.
Although it was warm, Lauren’s skin goose bumped and she shivered. The soaking wet fabric of her dress had become almost transparent.
Derek saw the outline of her undergarments and the swell of her bosom over the top of her bra. The skirt clung to her thighs and between her legs, accentuating the area he longed to press against.
“You’re shivering,” he said. He stepped close to Lauren and ran his hands up and down her arms. The spark he felt within was so sharp that for a moment Derek thought he had been struck by lightning. Did Lauren feel it, too?
He put a finger under her chin, lifting her head upward and looked into her blue eyes. Her wet bangs clung against her lashes and wispy ends curled around her face. She had a smear of dirt above one eye where she must have tried to wipe the rain from her face as they ran. She looked just as she had the first time he saw her in her backyard. Only better, because this time she wasn’t scowling at him.
Lauren’s lips quivered and she continued to shiver. In fact, she seemed more unstable the more he rubbed her arms, so he stepped in closer and pulled her to his chest. As his arms closed tightly around her back, he felt her breasts push against him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The faint scent of coconut in her hair had the bewitching effect of an exotic elixir on him, and he groaned as he ran his large hands down her back, letting them rest on her waist.
No doubt that he was under her spell. His hands longed to continue a tour of her body, but he held back. Big head was still in control.
When he didn’t continue, he felt Lauren draw away and he loosened his grip. Lauren took a step back and stumbled, turning her ankle as the heel of her shoe got tangled in some debris on the dirt floor. Derek caught her before she fell.
As he swept her up in his arms, he felt the battle of his heads raging stronger. Her eyes met his. Was he reading her look right? Should he lean in and kiss her?
He brought her up so that their lips were barely a fraction of an inch apart.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he whispered, grazing her lips with his as he spoke.
“You’ve already saved me from danger. Now swoop in and claim your prize,” Lauren said, and she put her arms around his neck and pressed her lips firmly against his.
Derek savored the sweetness of her kiss for a moment before putting his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hands up into her hair and held her head while they got to know each other’s feel and taste.
Lauren freed herself from his grasp and put her face to his ear. “I think I may have sprained my ankle. I need to get off my feet.” As she spoke, she ran her fingers up into his hair, scratching his scalp roughly.
Derek lifted her, one arm across her back and one under her knees, and looked around. He spied what looked like a pile of drop cloths or sheets in a corner and strode over, gently setting her down before stretching out next to her. He reached his arm across her shoulders, and she turned to face him.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much better.” Lauren smiled, and Derek kissed her again, pressing himself against the length of her body. She met him full on, and Derek loved the feel of her fullness against him. He lifted up on one elbow and looked at her while he stroked her cheek and ran his finger around the dimple he had been longing to touch only an hour earlier.
He continued to trace the outline of her cheek, her chin, and down her neck. Her skin was smooth and warm, and he thought he had never wanted a woman more. As his light touch pushed aside the thin straps of her dress and coursed along the neckline, dipping into her cleavage, she drew in a deep breath. Derek reached around and undid her zipper down to her waist.
The wet fabric clung in place, so he pulled the top of her dress down. He saw the dark pink of her areola clearly through the thin lacy fabric of her bra with her hardened nipples popping out, begging for attention. He obliged, taking one between his teeth and the other between his fingertips. He kissed the soft swell of her breasts as she arched her back and offered herself to him.
Derek gently pushed her on her back and swung himself around so that his knees straddled her waist as he loomed above her. He unsnapped t
he front closure of her bra and her huge breasts spilled out as the undergarment fell to her sides.
“You are so beautiful in every way, Lauren,” he said.
Her baby blues flashed with the glint of a vixen. “Let me see your chest, too,” she said in a husky voice.
Derek pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. The look in Lauren’s eyes was so hungry that Derek thought he might lose control. He lowered himself down with his legs between hers, his head level with her chest, and buried his face in her breasts, as he had been longing to do since the first minute he’d seen her. Touching them, tasting them was even better than he had imagined, because he had no idea she’d be so receptive.
Her hands grasped his shoulders and she arched herself up to his mouth, moaning as he nibbled each breast in turn.
Derek feasted on her breasts with his tongue and mouth, letting his hands roam down the roundness of her belly and hips until he reached the top of her skirt. He couldn’t reach under her to release the zipper any further, so he pulled her skirt up, running his hand between her thighs and pushing her legs apart until his finger reached the edge of her panty.
Lauren’s gasp and lift of her hips encouraged him to continue. He slid his finger under the panty and into her silky depths. She was so wet! His finger glided over her folds and he circled around, purposefully not touching her pleasure nub, which was swollen and glistening with her juices.
Lauren drew in a deep breath and clutched his shoulders tightly as she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull off her panties. Derek sat back on his heels and looked down at her. He put his hands on the inside of her thighs and gently spread them apart further.
“You have a perfect rose, Lauren. A beautiful pink flower with dainty little petals surrounding a succulent center.” Her layers were wet, shiny, and inviting. He slid his finger over her protruding nub and saw her flinch when he didn’t linger there.
“Please,” she whispered, and tried to push his fingers back.
Derek took her wrists and drew her arms up over her head, pinning them down with one hand. He leaned down and kissed her while letting the other hand return to stroke between her legs. His knees pressed against her inner thighs until she was spread wide. He found her pleasure point at the top of her slit and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly.
Lauren’s labored breathing and soft moans let him know he was on the right track. He continued to tease her, alternating circling her clit with soft strokes along her pussy lips, dipping ever so slightly into the final prize. Each time she pressed upward in an attempt to push his finger into her depths, he’d pull out and repeat the movements.
Lauren writhed below him, but her attempts to get him to bring her orgasm were futile as he held wrists firmly and kept her legs spread so she couldn’t close herself around his fingers.
Finally Derek felt her body relax, as if she decided to stop fighting and let him have his way.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s good.”
He let go of her wrists. He pushed his legs out behind him, lowering himself down between her legs, face in her flower while he used the fingers of one hand to milk her clit and three fingers of the other hand to stroke her, gently at first, and then with more pressure. As Lauren’s moans increased and the volume rose to screams, he felt her muscles contract around him and a gush of fluid flow. He pulled his hand away and began to lick every surface of her folds clean until Lauren was once more keyed up and ready for another release.
She lowered her arms and took his head in her hands, pushing her bottom against his face. He thrust his tongue inside her, and she raised and lowered her hips, gasping his name. Finally, she drew her legs around his neck and pressed up, holding that position. He felt her inner muscles contract against his tongue, and a few moments later the sweet taste of her release dripped into his mouth.
Derek went wild with desire to plunge himself into her wet depths. Lauren must have felt the same need because he felt her tugging at his shorts. He stood up, undid his zipper, and quickly stepped out of his shorts and briefs. His erection stood straight up and proud, reaching upward almost to his navel.
“Raise your arms over your head,” he instructed.
When Lauren complied, he pulled her bunched up dress over her head and threw it in the pile of clothes next to them. Lauren sat up with her knees bent and legs spread, bracing herself with her arms behind her. She licked her lips and said, “Bring that big boy over here, now.”
With a groan, Derek stepped forward. Lauren took his length in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. She leaned forward to lick the wetness from his tip, smiling up at him as she rolled her tongue around him, savoring the sweet pre-cum. She guided him into her mouth, sucking him in effortlessly as she continued to stroke the base of his shaft and massage his scrotum.
Derek felt a tightening and knew he couldn’t last if he stayed where he was. He stepped back, drawing himself out slowly, savoring the vision of her lips around him and the feel of her wet mouth against his hardness as he slid out.
“Lauren, I want you right now, more than I’ve ever wanted a woman,” he said between groans. “But I have no protection here with me.” He wrapped his hand around himself, ready to finish the job himself.
“No! Wait. It’s safe. I’m protected, don’t worry.” Lauren gave him another one of her sexy smiles, while plunging her fingers into herself.
“Here,” she said, holding up her wet fingers. “Come inside me now. I’m so ready for you.”
Derek didn’t need a second invitation.
“Roll over on your hands and knees,” he said, practically growling.
Seeing her in that position, butt poised up in the air, legs spread and looking backward at him with a fuck-me-now face almost drove Derek to spurt right there. He fell to his knees, gently spread apart her cheeks, and ran his tip along the length of her slit, from back to front, teasing her clit. The warmth of her folds on his sensitive skin sent electric sparks through his system. He couldn’t wait any longer. He guided himself into her hot, juicy opening, plunging in with one hard thrust.
Although she was tight, she took him easily, and closed her muscles around him as he continued to pound her from behind. Derek reached beneath and grabbed her breasts, squeezing as he pumped. Lauren screamed with pleasure, and he lost himself in a swirl of sensations. Her sweet and musky odor, the heat of her body around his cock, and, finally, the exhilaration of his release as he let go and filled her with his thick, creamy seed.
Derek fell over on his side, taking Lauren with him. He pulled her close, her back to his chest, and her legs curled against his. They lay without speaking, still panting heavily. When he could breathe normally again, Derek nuzzled her neck and brought his lips up to her ear, tenderly sucking her ear lobe.
What an amazing woman! Even in the wild day dreams he’d been having about her, he never anticipated she’d be such a willing partner—never for one instant considered she’d be hungry and lustful and yet focused on his pleasure as well.
He loved how she felt in his arms, and as he held her close, his cock hardened and rose up against her again. He stroked her breasts and felt her nipples respond. The rain was still coming down in sheets, pounding the roof. The smell of the damp earth mixed with Lauren’s enticing fragrance, and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her again. Lauren was grinding back against him, and he knew in seconds they’d be starting round two.
He had to tell her how much he was enjoying being with her first. He wanted her to know that she was special to him, and why.
“Lauren, you are—”
His cell phone rang loudly from the pile of clothes next to Lauren’s head. Because the damn thing was on vibrate, the phone slid out of his shorts’ pocket, landing almost right under her nose. And there was Carly’s face staring up at them with her name blinking in big bold letters.
Lauren went from soaring exhilaration one second to being totally deflated the next
. She grabbed the phone, tossed it to Derek, and sat up quickly. She grabbed her dress and looked around wildly for somewhere to run to and recover from her shame. All she saw was rows of tables lined with gardening supplies. She leaned forward, burying her face in her dress.
“Lauren—”
“Are you going to answer that?”
The cell had not stopped ringing and the tone was ascending in volume, as if laughing in her face that Derek might have any interest in her. Finally the ringing ceased and she heard a thud as the phone landed on the floor behind her.
“No, I never answer her calls. Please let me explain.”
Lauren couldn’t bring herself to turn to around. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, determined to salvage as much of her pride as she could.
“No need to explain anything, Derek.”
She tried to keep her voice light and carefree, as though what they had just shared meant as little to her as it had to him. She pulled her dress over her head and stood up to zip the back so at least she could cover her nakedness, wishing she had a bag to pull over her head, too. The wet garment clung and she struggled to close the zipper, but she managed to secure it. She caught sight of her bra and panties out of the corner of her eyes, and scooped them up as she headed for the door.
Two steps forward and she cried out in pain as her leg buckled beneath her. Glancing down, she saw her ankle was bruised on the inside and swollen with a bump the size of a golf ball protruding. Before she hit the floor, she felt Derek’s strong arms around her, lifting her up.
He took several steps backward and put her down on the spot where they had been moments before. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and Derek squatted down to examine her ankle. She couldn’t help but notice his manhood between his legs. Even flaccid, he was beautifully shaped. Thick and long, with a slight rosiness in the skin tone at the tip and over his scrotum.
She winced as he lightly ran his fingers across the swollen area. Funny, she hadn’t felt anything up until now. Either the throes of passion were stronger, or putting her weight on it caused the flare up of pain. She drew her leg back, pulling her ankle from his hands and setting her foot down gently on the sheet.