Page 80 of The Sound of Silence

“Sparky, I don’t want you to be afraid,” he murmured against my lips. “I might unknowingly do something wrong but I don’t want it to spook you. I would never intentionally hurt you. So please, tell me again. Are you one hundred percent sure you’re ready for this?”

Any reservations I may have had fell away at his words.

“I want you, Derek. All of you.”

With a slight nudge to his shoulder, I coaxed him onto his back and straddled his legs. Slowly, I pulled his jeans down his thighs and exposed his growing length.

“What are you doing? You don’t have to do th—” he began to protest.

“Shhh… I want to.”

Not wanting to give in to a single moment of hesitation, I leaned down and ran my tongue around the smooth crown of his erection.

“Holy mother…” he groaned, giving me encouragement to take in a little more of him. I wrapped my lips around his head, circling my tongue around the tip. Opening my mouth wider, I took more of him inside. He was thick and soft on my tongue as I sucked, his ridges sliding back and forth over my lips.

He reached around and entwined both of his hands in my hair, thrusting himself deeper and forcing a steady rhythm. For a split second, I froze. Images of Ethan and the sick gratification he’d get out of forcing his cock into my mouth flashed in my mind. I glanced up at Derek’s face, desperately needing to remember that the hands tangled in my hair were not the hands of a monster.

When my eyes met his, I saw nothing but pleasure and awe as he watched my mouth slide over his sleek shaft. His fingers moved to tenderly push my hair out of my face. This man wasn’t a monster, but someone who was kind and gentle—someone who cherished me.

Suddenly filled with an overwhelming desire to please him, I opened my throat to further accept him, sucking and twisting my tongue around him. I pushed my head forward, taking him deep with my swallow, and held him there. I pulled back and did it again, but this time I adjusted my throat to take him even deeper.

“Shit! Gianna, stop!” he hissed, pulling back. His breathing was ragged, coming out in short successions. “I need to be able to last for you.”

Without warning, he rolled until I was on my back. His mouth came down on mine, his tongue plunging deep as my hips reflexively rocked into him.

“Oh, God. Derek, I need you more than you know. I need this. Make me feel whole again.”

He answered with a groan and worked his way down my neck. His teeth grazed over my nipples, nipping and suckling on the hardened peeks until I thought I might combust from the pleasure. Moving down my body, his tongue traced small circles over and around my belly button. His fingers lingered on a scar on my side, evidence of where a hard boot had once connected with tender flesh. I tensed briefly but relaxed when he reverently kissed the area as if he was trying to kiss my horrors away.

“Mother of God, you’re gorgeous. The things I want to do to you… the things I want to make you feel…” Moving his lips, he placed open-mouthed kisses over my hips and the top of my thighs. “Open your legs. I want to see you… all of you.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, I dropped my knees apart. He took them in each hand and raised them up, so I was completely exposed to him, staring hungrily for what seemed like an embarrassingly long while before moving down to position his head between my legs. His hands slowly slid over my legs, spreading my thighs impossibly wider before coming to rest just inches from my throbbing clit. Parting my folds with two fingers, he exposed the throbbing nub of desire. Drenched, I arched my back up in longing.

My teeth clenched as his tongue swept up my entrance, through my wet folds, and over my clit. He began lightly, teasing me, as he nipped and sucked my tender flesh. He probed my entrance with one, two, then three fingers, pushing in as his tongue became more aggressive. My hands balled into fists, every muscle in my body shuddering under his ruthless mouth. When his free hand moved up to pinch one of my nipples, I was lost. I bucked under him, my hips pushing upward to fuck his hand and mouth until I felt a tightening in my core. My legs stiffened, and my eyes rolled to the heavens. In a blinding white light, he pushed me over the edge, leaving me completely liquified and breathless beneath him.

I could barely move as he worked his way back up, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on my belly and the curves of my breasts. I could only lie there, my bones feeling like they’d been turned to Jell-O, as I enjoyed the last few flutters of my orgasm. I felt his weight shift, then heard the telltale sound of a condom foil wrapper being torn open. Raising my lids, my eyes connected with Derek’s. He was settled between my thighs, his cock positioned just outside my entrance.

“Tell me one more time, Gia. Are you sure?”

My answer was instant.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”

With my hands braced on his shoulders, he pushed into the tight clutches of my body, moving in a slow and steady rhythm. Catching his face in my hands, I brought his head down and kissed him hard. I wanted him to know I was irrevocably and willingly his. I moaned against his lips, surrendering to the centripetal force. The intensity of the way he returned the kiss sent shockwaves through my system as he moved inside me.

He pushed deeper, and I tightened around him. His motions were determined, matching me thrust after thrust. I gripped his shoulders, and we moved together, his rippled muscles bunching beneath my palms. I kissed him again, and our breath mingled as our need for each other rose to a new height. When he unexpectedly broke away, his breathing was ragged as his hands flexed around my hips.

“You are beautiful and strong,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I want to give you everything you need. I never want you to feel afraid, only safe and cherished.”

The intensity of his words nearly leveled me. Emotion clogged my throat, and it suddenly felt like he wasn’t close enough—I needed more of him.

“More,” I breathed, wanting every sensation he could make me feel.

He shoved inside of me with a force that took my breath away, then withdrew, teasing me with his cock, before ruthlessly plunging back in. His eyes met mine, his gaze transfixed with a reverent intensity. Never before had I felt so close to someone—so connected.

“I’m almost there,” I panted and tightened my legs around him. I trembled, losing more of myself with every passing moment. I became desperate, the promise of release all-consuming.

“Now, Gianna. Give it to me now!”

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