br /> "Wicked woman," he stated, pulling out and thrusting forcefully into my body again. I pulled him closer and started suckling on his neck, finding a spot I liked and lightly biting, smiling when I heard him groan.
I wondered if his ears were as sensitive as mine, so I moved my lips to his ear, placing soft kisses there, and he rewarded me, thrusting harder, faster. I felt his hand move down between my legs, and that caused a whole new sensation. I moaned his name into his mouth, locking my legs around his hips and thrusting myself against him.
We moved together wildly, each thrust a little more desperate as we felt our elusive climaxes growing closer. I had already had one, but I was greedy for another and he brought me closer and closer with each powerful thrust.
Finally, he launched me into my second climax. He took his right after mine, so when he collapsed on top of me, still inside of me, I was content to be crushed, as long as he didn't expect me to move.
"Satisfied?" he asked once he caught his breath.
I rolled over, giving him a flirty look through my lashes. "Why, up for another round?"
He laughed. "You're going to kill me."
I giggled, resting my head on his chest. "No, I'm just kidding. If we do it again, I won't be able to walk tomorrow."
He shook his head, closing his eyes and sighing.
"Are you gonna fall asleep on me?" I asked, glancing up at his relaxed expression.
"Possibly," he said.
"But I feel like talking," I chirped.
"Of course you do, you're a woman. But I'm a man, I feel like sleeping."
"I didn't know it was possible to do that two times in a row," I stated.
He nodded, eyes still closed. "We'll go for three next time."
I chuckled. "No, then I'll die. I think I liked when you took me from behind the best. It's a silly position to get into, but boy does that feel amazing."
"Sex is fun," he said.
"Sex is fun," I agreed whole-heartedly. "I'm a fan."
He chuckled, playfully pushing my head down into his chest. "Go to sleep."
"But I'm not sleepy."
"Then just lie here for a few minutes."
"Oh no, we're not allowed to cuddle, remember?" I said.
"Shut up," he said, wrapping an arm around me and easily pulling me into his side.
I smiled, draping an arm around him, just resting my eyes, yawning a little, but telling myself I wasn't sleepy. Even as I started to drift off to sleep, I remember thinking that I definitely wasn't tired.
Apparently I was tired.
When I finally woke up, it was dark outside. I didn't know what time it was, but my first instinct was to freak out, wondering if Mike was home, if he had seen us. Since I wasn't welcome in the driveway, I suspected that I probably wasn't welcome in his son's bed.
I saw Derek's cell phone on the nightstand by his bed, so I picked it up and opened it, squinting my eyes to see the time, which read 3:48.
“Oh no," I muttered to myself. I put the phone down and started pecking on his shoulder, thinking I definitely wasn't going to walk home at 4 in the morning. It just wasn't going to happen.
"What?" he muttered in a sleepy tone, brushing my hand away.
"Derek, you have to take me home."