Page 90 of Grasp The Moment

He kisses the top of my head so tenderly that my eyes close. He mumbles words into my hair that I can’t quite place before pulling away. When I look up at him, he’s the only thing in the world that I can see. My eyes are only for him, and I have no idea when that's become my new reality.

In Derek’s eyes, I see the world differently. The world is filled with color, hope, and happiness that lie beneaththe depths of his eyes, and I want nothing more than to stare into them forever.

Hell, I think I may just be in love with him.

He gazes into my eyes as if he can see my soul and bites his lip, “Is it okay if I kiss you right now?” he asks, his hands squeezing slightly where they are on my body.

I gulp, my breathing quickening like I’ve run a race as I press my chest into his. “If you start, I don’t think that I’ll ever want you to stop.”

Derek nods for a second, tilting his head as if to think over his next steps before nodding firmly and cupping my face. He kisses me like a man being shipped off to war. The yearning and passion he caresses me with tingles my lips to my toes, warming my entire body as he melts into our kiss.

I feel like I’m on cloud nine whenever I’m in his arms, like I’m loved. Derek walks me back to the bedroom, our paintings and leftover food be damned, as he hoists me up into his arms, unwavering in our kiss. I moan as his tongue dances with my own, encircling me and tasting everything that I have to give to him.

He groans when my hands tug the loose strands of hair on the nape of his neck, and I sigh as he squeezes my ass.

“Derek…” I say between kisses, and he hums quietly, trailing kisses from my lips down my cheeks and to my neck. “Can you leave your glasses on?” I ask through labored breathing as he pauses, chuckling in the crook of my neck.

“Would that fulfill one of those dirty little fantasies in your head, darlin’?” he asks, looking up at me with a bright smile as I nod shyly, my cheeks burning.

He continues to kiss my neck, slowly lowering me down to the bed as he kisses around the low neckline of my shirt, on the tops of my breasts.

“What else would you like me to do?”

A beat passes, and our eyes lock. “I want you to taste me—tell me how good your dessert is, and then I want you to fuck me like you hate me,” I reply, my chest rapidly rising and falling as he raises a brow at me.

“Is that so?” he challenges, but I’m already a step ahead of him, opening my legs.

I’m happier than ever that I wore a dress tonight.

Derek’s eyes darken in an instant, and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, a small grin on his face.

“Spread 'em a little farther. Just like that, good girl,” he says the words so casually, I almost combust.

He takes his time, lowering to his knees before dragging my body closer to his mouth at the edge of the bed. The second he pulls my panties to the side, I feel my orgasm building. He licks a long stripe from my pussy to my clit before blowing cool air on me. My back arches in an instant, and I moan aloud, crying out in pleasure. He holds me steady, his arms wrapped around my thighs through it all.

“Don’t try to run away now. We’re just getting started.”

And we are. Derek blows my mind with his tongue, eating me like a popsicle on a warm summer day. He’s intent with his movements, studying and analyzing my body.

I squirm under him as he pumps two fingers inside of me and scream as he curls them in a C-shape. “Derek!” I squeal as his tongue coats my clit in tandem with his fingers.

“That’s my name, darlin’, and I want you to wear it out tonight.” He mumbles against me, licking and slurping up my juices, humming as he swallows my wetness.

“Derek, I want to—” I hum when he circles my clit with his thumb, moving down to lick inside of my pussy, moving between his tongue and fingers to eat me out. “Fuck! I want to come,” I scream, uncaring of our neighbors and the fact that I can probably be heard from a mile away as he eats meout faster, now using his tongue on my clit and fingers inside me.

He hums against me, pulling at my pussy with his lips, before smacking it with one hand, the other still pumping fingers in and out.

The quicker he pumps, the more stars I see.

I’m in the Milky Way when he hits a spot I’ve never reached before, and I come crashing back down, spilling all my desire onto his tongue.

He hums. “Wanna taste?”

I don’t even register the fact that I’ve nodded before his cold, wet lips are on mine, and my sweet flavor coats my tongue. We’re a mess of sweaty limbs, and Derek is pulling off my dress, his own shirt long gone as he moves quickly to get his pants off.

“I need to be inside of you,” he says, his words like a plea for mercy as he moves quickly, picking me up and sinking me down on his dick.

We both groan, a small yelp escaping my lips when he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He moves me up and down his shaft slowly, I’m so tight around him that the feeling of us moving has the both of us panting.