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Loving the way he tells me what to do, I slide my lips over his smooth head, using my tongue to tease the sensitive ridge. He hisses through his teeth, his fingers spearing into my hair and gripping from the roots.
“Deeper.”
With one hand wrapped around his base, I draw him deeper into my mouth, taking his mass as far as I possibly can. His hips move as he begins to fuck my face, his other hand gripping my hair as he pushes a little deeper, fucks a little harder. My eyes water and the roots of my hair sting, but the feeling of him coming undone in my mouth, the sounds of him hissing and trying to hold on is enough to push me forward, sucking a little harder, swallowing a little deeper.
“Good girl,” he hisses, his head dropping back. “I’m going to come in your mouth, angel. And I want you to swallow it down.”
I nod as I keep my head bobbing back and forth as he tips his head back and groans. “Fuck.” A spurt of hot cum erupts from his tip, hitting the back of my throat as I pump my hand up and down his length, milking him dry.
“Get the fuck up here, angel” he demands, releasing my hair and reaching down to lift me beside him on the bed.
He climbs over me, his hands wrapping around my wrists and pinning me down. “Did I do good?” I ask as he nudges the space between my thighs open with his knee.
“So good, angel. I told myself I was going to be gentle with you this morning,” he whispers, running his beard across my cheek. “Told myself we should be making love. But all I want to do is hold you down and fuck you until you scream.”
I open my thighs even wider.
“You’d like that, angel? You like it hard?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want it hard.”
“Mmm.” Adjusting his hips, he aligns himself with my opening, driving inside until our pelvic bones collide and I’m forced to stretch around him with painful joy. “This pussy.” He pulls back and thrusts again, each one a little deeper, a little harder, a little faster. “It’s perfection. Absolute perfection.”
“Derek.” My hands balls into fists as he presses my wrists into the mattress. Not being able to touch him as his body enters mine is a sweet torture. All I can focus on is the feeling. All I can do is surrender and moan.
“I want you to come with me, angel. Can you do that?” he pants, and I nod, my throat too dry to form words.
Releasing my wrists, his hands shift to my hips as he tucks his knees beneath him, lifting me off the bed so his cock hits my insides at an angle that makes my eyes lose focus and a screeching moan escape my throat.
“Ohhh god.”
“That’s it, angel,” he gasps, out of breath from his ferocious pumping. “Squeeze my cock while you come.”
“Ohhh.” The intensity of my impending orgasm won’t let my mouth and mind connect.
“Come with me,” he commands, thrusting once more. As if listening to his call, it hits, my hands slapping against his thighs as my fingernails bite into flesh, my entire body buzzing while a long, low moan rolls out of my depths while he holds me tight to his base.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to leave this bed,” he says, dropping his weight to the side.
The moment I can breathe, my hands go to my head and I let out a gasp. “Holy shit.”
“You liked that?” He chuckled, placing his hand on my chest then dragging it lightly down my body.
“Yeah. I don’t want to leave this bed either.”
Leaning in, he touches his mouth to mine. “I love you, angel.”
“I love you, too.”
I feel his smile against my mouth before he kisses me, slow, gentle, and controlled. The intensity of his emotion is clear with each gentle stroke of his tongue. Shifting back over me, he pushes his length back inside me, gentle this time. His cock languidly strokes at my insides, showing me the gentle love he intended when we woke. With each tender movement a spark lights the ends of my nerves and sets my soul on fire. I love him. I always have. And I know there’s no living without him. We belong together.
Derek
We don’t leave the cabin for a solid two weeks, and the only reason we do is because one, we need food, and two, Luna wants to let her family know she’s OK. Understandable, since as far as they know, I’m still the misfit I was six years ago when I took off without a word. Now I’ve come back and disappeared with their daughter and the only account they have is from Daniel. It could create some waves.
