Page 71 of Until Then

I stick my lip out in a mock pout. “But it’s my favorite word.”

With his eyes narrowed on me, he grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “It can be your favorite word later.”

He captures my mouth in a kiss before I can sass back.

I smile against his lips, pumping my hand up and down his length.

“Please,” I breathe, my core clenching in anticipation.

“Please, what?” he mocks, licking his way down my neck and between my breasts. He drops to one knee, forcing me to release him.

At the sight of him kneeling on the floor before me, I whimper.

“Please, fuck me.”

He tilts his head and smirks, the expression dark and wicked. “Are you sure you don’t want me to lick this pussy first?” He rubs that aching spot between my legs, the one still covered with the tight material of my workout shorts. “For months, I’ve been dreaming about what this pussy tastes like.”

I nod, whimpering again. There’s no hiding my desperation. “Yes. Do that.”

He chuckles, the sound a low rumble, and grabs my waistband. Then, in one quick move, he yanks them and my underwear down.

“Fuck.” The word is a slow, low growl. “Look at you. So pretty and pink and soaking wet forme.”

“Y-yes.” I cup my breasts. “For you.”

He presses two fingers against my pussy, spreading the lips. His eyes flick up to meet mine. “Put your feet on the counter.”

I do as he says, spreading myself even more for him. It’s not the most comfortable position, my back pressing into the mirror behind me, but with Derrick on his knees in front of me, I’ve never felt better.

His warm palms land on my thighs and spread them farther, and when he angles in, I swear he inhales my scent before he licks me. I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut at thesensation of his tongue on my most sensitive spot, my brain short circuiting. I’ve been dreaming about this—him—for what feels like forever, and it’s finally happening.

When I look down, he’s watching me, tongue flicking over my clit.

Hand trembling, I glide my fingers through his damp hair and tug at the strands. A tiny smile lifts the corners of his lips, though the expression is almost imperceptible with his face between my thighs.

“Derrick,” I whimper, dropping my head back against the mirror. I rock my hips into his face and his hands tighten against my thighs, holding me down firmly. A silent command to let him do his thing.

It isn’t long before an orgasm crashes through me. I cry out, my body shaking from the quivering high. He doesn’t let up, though, not until the last of my orgasm has fled.

Only then does he stand. He keeps his left hand on my thigh while he strokes himself with his right, his focus drifting from my face to my breasts to my pussy and back again. As much as I want to reach out to him, I’m boneless. I will my hands to work, to touch him, to drag my fingers down his stomach, but I can’t move.

His hand leaves my thigh, then he’s grabbing me behind the neck instead. He pulls me to him, meeting me in the middle, and lavishes my mouth with bruising kisses that taste like me. Despite the intense orgasm he just gave me, my body craves more. It begs to be filled by him.

He pulls away, and with his forehead pressed to mine, he asks, “Are you sure about this? Once we do this?—”

I silence him with a kiss. “I’m sure.”

He looks up, uttering a “thank fuck.”

Guiding his cock to my pussy, he pushes in a fraction of an inch and pulls back out. Then again. Teasing me.

The third time, he freezes, and his wide eyes meet mine. “Condom—I don’t have condoms.”

“I’m safe,” I blurt out the words, desperate to keep him from stopping this.

“Me, too.” The look of relief on his face would no doubt have me falling to my knees if I weren’t seated on the counter, spread like a feast just for him. “I can… I’ll pull out.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I have an implant.”

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