Holding His Forever(16)
“I don’t know how this happened so fast, but I love you, Fia. And I promise to be with you and take care of you, always and forever.” I confess my truth.
She smiles up at me, tears twinkling in her eyes. She nods and runs her fingers through my hair, not answering me in words, but I can feel it in her heart. She doesn’t have to say it back, not yet. Right now I just need her to know that I’ll be by her side.
I take her lips in another deep kiss as I push through her virginity and thrust all the way inside her. She cries out, and I hold myself still as she clings to me. I bury my face in her neck, trying to breathe through the tight grip her * has on my cock. It’s clenching me harder than anything I’ve ever felt, and it’s so tight it’s nearly painful. I have to breathe along with her, both of us adjusting to the new fit. It rips at me that I've hurt her. I want to be the one to make sure pain never touches her again.
“It’s just the first time, angel. The more we make love, the easier it gets. So it’s incentive to let me inside you.”
I feel her smile against my neck, and she places a kiss there. “Go slow. I think I’m okay.”
As slowly as I’m capable of, I pull my thick cock out of her entrance, but she’s gripping me so tight it’s as if I’m stuck. I have to pull back with a little more force, and when I do, it causes us both to moan.
The slide back in is just as tight as the first time, but I feel Fia relax a little around me. Her legs move up around my hips, opening herself and letting me in. The smooth glide is easier after a few shallow thrusts, and I grit my teeth at the sweet agony.
“I want to cum with you inside me,” she whispers in my ear, and I moan again.
“Goddamn it, angel. Don’t say that. I’ll cum in two seconds if you talk dirty to me.”
She clenches around me like she’s trying to make me cum, and I groan. I can’t hold off much longer, and I want to make this good for her.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit with my thumb and continue to thrust in and out of her. With my free hand, I take one of hers and entwine our fingers together.
“Derek, I’m close. I want to feel you cum, too.”
“Fuck,” I grit out into the pillow. I love hearing her dirty mouth for me, that I’m making her say these words. “Keep talking.”
“Right there! Oh, God. You feel so good inside me. More.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” I start to cum, but I try to hold it back, and then I feel her tongue on my neck.
Her * clenches around me, and then she’s shouting my name, her orgasm taking over. I finally let go, cumming inside her and giving us both what our bodies were begging for. Release.
I hold myself up so I don’t crush her as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up my cock and into her warm, waiting *. The pulses of her climax pull my cum from me. The thought has me cumming even more, wanting to give her what she wants.
When I finally come back from the edge, I feel her soft lips placing feather-light kisses on my neck and shoulder. I lean up and look down into her beautiful blue eyes, feeling more connected to her than I have to anything in my life. I rub my thumb across her cheek and lean down, kissing her gently.
I thrust slowly, moving in and out of her again, and after a moment she lets out a giggle.
“Again?” she asks with a look of surprise on her face.
“Fia, my angel, once was never going to be enough.”
13
Fia
“You sore, angel?” Derek asks, placing kisses all over my face and slowly waking me up. He doesn’t wait for an answer, taking my mouth in a deep kiss and leaving me breathless. I finally open my eyes fully and see the morning sun coating the room. This is the second night in a row I’ve woken up in this bed, and I want to do it for the rest of my life, with him in it here with me like this morning.
“Probably not where you think,” I admit, smiling up at him. I’m a little tender between my legs, but not enough to turn down another round, if that’s what he’s looking for. I could stay wrapped up in this bed with him forever with the way he’s been treating me and the things he’s been saying. I think he wants that, too. In fact, I think he wants everything.
His eyebrows rise, concern crossing his handsome face. I can’t stop myself from reaching up and running my fingers along the stumble on his face.
“My mouth.”
His eyes drop to my lips, and a full-blown smile spreads across his face. This one makes his eyes light up.
“Your mouth does look like it’s been ravished. Sorry angel.” He doesn’t look sorry at all. “I can’t seem to help myself.” To prove his point, he kisses me again. He’s been doing it all night. I’d woken in the middle of the night a few times to him just kissing me, then falling back asleep.
“Glad someone is perky and rested today,” I tease. I could definitely snuggle back into the bed for a few more hours. His face changes at my words. His eyes go even softer.
“No nightmares.” He says it like he can’t even believe it. “Not one since my angel came into my life. I haven’t slept like this for as long as I can remember.”
“I didn’t know you had nightmares.” It’s then I realize I don’t know a lot about him, but why does it feel like I can’t remember a time without him? How is that possible? It’s crazy and intense, and I love it. I love him.