“Come here,” the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s pulled me onto his lap, yanking my fitted skirt over my hips so I can straddle him comfortably. With his hands gripping my ass, he slides his tongue in my mouth, as I begin to grind my pelvis against the bulge in his pants.
Without words we both express our lustful desires, our passion pouring out of us.
I seriously cannot believe this has just happened. Am I dreaming? How has this become my life? And don’t you dare look down your nose at me with those judgmental eyes. I know I’ll have to tell him the truth about me, but can’t you see I’m a bit busy at the moment.
“Take these off,” Derrick whispers in my ear before nibbling on my neck.
“No,” I say, which is quite rare and his face reflects the unusualness for him to hear the word.
“What do you mean?” He literally asks me what I mean by the word no as if he’s unfamiliar with the saying.
“I want to wait until we get home,” I explain in a whiny tone. I don’t want our first time after our engagement to be restricted by his driver listening in.
“Are you serious?” He looks on in disbelief.
“Yes, baby. I want it to be unforgettable,” I reason, my waist still winding away, as he grips my ass, pulling me closer to his favorite part of himself.
“Every time is unforgettable,” he reminds me. And it is. There’s been no shortage of amazing sex between us and I never feel shorted regardless of where we have sex. But, I don’t know, something is different today and I want to have him in our bedroom, the bed we share every night.
“Please, baby,” I ask with pleading eyes and his jaw tenses. He can never reject my puppy eyes.
“Fucking hell!” He throws his head back before leaning over to lift a phone from a hidden receiver.
“Yes, get me home as soon as fucking possible. If we’re home in less than twenty minutes I’ll double your salary,” he says curtly before slamming the receiver down.
“Don’t be mad at me,” I run my fingers through his hair as I lean forward, running my tongue up his neck before biting his earlobe.
“I could never be mad at you, especially not when you’re doing that,” he pulls my hair back, giving himself free reign on my neck and begins his own teasing. Derrick’ tongue is a fucking magician the way it works so delicately and swift. He brings my body to life with his tongue and then zaps the zest from me with that deadly cock of his.
“Ooh, I like that,” I moan, rubbing my clit against his growing erection as I grind against him.
“I know what you like, love,” he smiles that gleeful smile of his that reminds me of him when we were children and he was carefree.
“I like you,” I shoot back and he takes my mouth as his hands work to free my breasts from the chiffon blouse that’s giving him so much trouble.
The second he’s opened the blouse, he leans me backwards, taking my full breast into his mouth, and I’ve got more than a mouthful. He’s massaging me with his mouth, his tongue twirling in circles before his teeth lightly graze my sensitive skin. I could cum from this alone, that’s how good it feels, and my body is responding, grinding harder against Derrick, which causes him to bite me harshly.
“Oww!” I yell.
“Are you trying to make me cum in my fucking pants?” He blurts out and something about the look on his face and the stiffness of his cock between my legs just sends me into uncontrollable giggles. Taking advantage, Derrick begins tickling me as I try to convince him to stop through my laughter.
This is what makes every moment we spend together so special, we just have so much fun enjoying each others company. There’s never a dull moment when I’m around him, he makes everything fun and exciting. Even when he’s doing something he doesn’t want, like torturing himself with extended foreplay in the back of his limousine, he still makes me laugh.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life listening to your giggle,” he says once he’s finally stopped his tickling attack, his eyes burning through me.
“When did you become so romantic?” I wonder aloud, but before he can answer, I grab his hair, pulling him to me, pressing my lips to his like my life depends on it. My blouse is ripped, my skirt is hiked up to my navel, and my shoes are kicked off on the floor of the car somewhere. Ripping at Ander’s tie, I make light work of his buttons to expose the sculpted chest I love so much, leaning to lay kisses all over his pectorals.
Before I know it, we’re turning down Billionaire’s Row, Derrick is growing antsy to get out of the car, but I’ve got other plans in mind. Just when we pull into the garage, I lean over to the phone he used earlier and pick it up.
“Leave us. We’ll come up to the penthouse later,” I inform the driver before hanging up.
“What are you doing?” Derrick asked outraged I’m making him wait any longer.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper while running my nails down his chest until landing on his eager manhood. Slowly, I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, allowing the caged anaconda to roam free. It springs to life, leaning against my belly as I lift onto my knees, reaching beneath my dress to push my panties to the side before lowering my soaking sex onto his erect length.
“I thought you said you wanted it to be unforgettable,” he asks confused as I rock back and forth, sliding down his thick rod.
“So, make it unforgettable,” I whisper in his ear, my body rocking forward and backwards as my legs lift me up and down. Derrick always takes a few moments to gather himself once he’s first inside of me. He once told me he has to focus so as not to cum the second he feels me. I can see him doing that now, his eyes closed, and I want to make him lose control before he ever gets started. Increasing my pace, I tug on his hair and slide up and down his cock rapidly.