Page 73 of Silver Fire
“Raise one leg on the ledge, baby,” he whispered. He needed to be inside her, but at the same time he wanted to taste her. He wanted to do so many things to her. So many positions he wanted to try with her, he felt like a serious pervert. “There, do you like that?” He slid the soap back and forth between her legs, parting her with his fingers while taking in the desire that ignited her gray eyes into silver. He watched them as they grew hooded and then he couldn’t resist anymore. He set the soap back, grabbed the detachable shower spray and rinsed the suds from her body. He then pulled her fully into him and kissed her deeply, ruthlessly exploring the depths of her mouth, kissing her so hard he was pretty sure she couldn’t breathe. He then trailed his tongue on her breast, paying homage to each peak before kneeling and kissing just above her belly button.
“Derek—”
“What, baby?”
“Kiss me there—”
Derek slung one of her legs over his shoulder. He parted her slick pink folds already swollen with arousal. “Like this?” He swiped her cleft with a flick of his tongue.
“Harder, please.” She flexed her hips forward.
He buried his face between her legs as he sucked on her clit and then speared his tongue hungrily into her entrance. He felt her nub swell and returned attention to it, inserting one finger into her slick channel, while catching her clit between his lips and sucked. She was moaning in earnest now until she screamed his name and came in his mouth, a spurt of warmth drenching his fingers. He lowered his mouth to suck in her sweet juices and groaned with the sheer pleasure of it all.
Heavily aroused now, his cock was rock hard and ready to explode. He got back on his feet, bracing her into the corner and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. He surged inside her.
“Derek, ahhh…”
“Sophie. Fuck,” Derek grit his teeth as her inner muscles grabbed his cock greedily. He pulled out once and pushed inside again until he was able to get into an erotic rhythm that prolonged their pleasure. He canted his hips to thrust deeper into her, his groin rubbing against her clit, and after a few hard thrusts she came again, digging her nails into his shoulders. He increased his pace, pumping into her fiercely as he chased his own release.
“Fuck. Oh, Fuck,” Derek shouted hoarsely as he came long and hard. “Damned fucking good, baby.” He continued to rock his hips into her until the shudders of his climax ebbed. He lowered her legs and rubbed his nose in her hair. “So good, baby,” he repeated.
“That was something else,” Sophie breathed dreamily and Derek suspected if he weren’t holding her up, she would crash to the floor. Pulling her back under the shower spray, he gently washed her again. Turning off the water, he grabbed a towel and dried her briskly. He nudged her out and said, “Go dry your hair, Angel.”
After his shower,Derek walked into the bedroom. It was empty. Frowning he went to the living room and saw Sophie passed out on the couch. Her hair was slightly damp. The poor woman was probably too exhausted to completely dry her glorious mane of blonde hair. An emotion tugged on his chest as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed. Their bed.
“Um, I must have passed out,” Sophie mumbled sleepily. She was wearing a short kimono robe, which had now come undone and revealed her nakedness underneath. Derek felt himself harden. He’d always had a strong sex drive and it had been easy to manage before Sophie. Now he had to restrain himself. He did not want to behave like a rutting stag and scare her off. No. He was going to leave his woman alone so she could recover from the events of the day. Not fuck her brains out.
“Yes you did,” Derek said raggedly. “Uh, baby, shouldn’t you change out of that robe?”
His blonde angel stretched, smiled lazily and said, “I guess I must.” She rolled off the bed and took off her robe, bending over her suitcase and baring her ass to him.
Unbelievable, Derek thought and looked away, but his eyes kept returning to her swaying ass as she rummaged through her suitcase. His cock was fully erect now and its bulbous head pushed out of his boxer shorts. She slipped on her sleeping shorts, and tugged her camisole over her head and jumped back into bed.
“Are you coming?” asked the minx, all curled up on his bed.
Yes, he could come in his boxers.
“It’s 4:00 p.m., I probably shouldn’t.”
“Just a nap. Naps are good.”
I’d rather fuck you.
When Derek didn’t answer, Sophie flopped on her back and raised herself on her elbows and looked at him, her eyes bugging out when they zeroed in on his raging hard on.
“Oh,” was all she said.
Derek stared at her, keeping himself motionless, because all he wanted to do was pounce on her.
“You want to take care of that?” Sophie asked and the little tease cocked her legs and spread her thighs.
“Sophie, my self-control isn’t all there and you need to rest,” Derek said thickly.
“I can rest after,” Sophie whispered as she bucked her hips and removed her sleeping shorts. “After you do me hard.”
That was all it took. Derek stalked toward her and dragged her by the ankle until her ass was at the edge of the bed. Sophie’s squeal of laughter was quickly cut off when he slammed inside her.
“Derek,” she gasped in surprise as he turned feral in his possession. Her hips slightly off the bed, his fingers digging into her sides, he impaled her on his arousal and pounded into her repeatedly until he came hard.