The VIP Room(103)

Derek lifted her, one arm across her back and one under her knees, and looked around. He spied what looked like a pile of drop cloths or sheets in a corner and strode over, gently setting her down before stretching out next to her. He reached his arm across her shoulders, and she turned to face him.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much better." Lauren smiled, and Derek kissed her again, pressing himself against the length of her body. She met him full on, and Derek loved the feel of her fullness against him. He lifted up on one elbow and looked at her while he stroked her cheek and ran his finger around the dimple he had been longing to touch only an hour earlier.

He continued to trace the outline of her cheek, her chin, and down her neck. Her skin was smooth and warm, and he thought he had never wanted a woman more. As his light touch pushed aside the thin straps of her dress and coursed along the neckline, dipping into her cleavage, she drew in a deep breath. Derek reached around and undid her zipper down to her waist.

The wet fabric clung in place, so he pulled the top of her dress down. He saw the dark pink of her areola clearly through the thin lacy fabric of her bra with her hardened nipples popping out, begging for attention. He obliged, taking one between his teeth and the other between his fingertips. He kissed the soft swell of her breasts as she arched her back and offered herself to him.

Derek gently pushed her on her back and swung himself around so that his knees straddled her waist as he loomed above her. He unsnapped the front closure of her bra and her huge breasts spilled out as the undergarment fell to her sides.

"You are so beautiful in every way, Lauren," he said.

Her baby blues flashed with the glint of a vixen. "Let me see your chest, too," she said in a husky voice.

Derek pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. The look in Lauren's eyes was so hungry that Derek thought he might lose control. He lowered himself down with his legs between hers, his head level with her chest, and buried his face in her breasts, as he had been longing to do since the first minute he'd seen her. Touching them, tasting them was even better than he had imagined, because he had no idea she'd be so receptive.

Her hands grasped his shoulders and she arched herself up to his mouth, moaning as he nibbled each breast in turn.

Derek feasted on her breasts with his tongue and mouth, letting his hands roam down the roundness of her belly and hips until he reached the top of her skirt. He couldn't reach under her to release the zipper any further, so he pulled her skirt up, running his hand between her thighs and pushing her legs apart until his finger reached the edge of her panty.

Lauren's gasp and lift of her hips encouraged him to continue. He slid his finger under the panty and into her silky depths. She was so wet! His finger glided over her folds and he circled around, purposefully not touching her pleasure nub, which was swollen and glistening with her juices.

Lauren drew in a deep breath and clutched his shoulders tightly as she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull off her panties. Derek sat back on his heels and looked down at her. He put his hands on the inside of her thighs and gently spread them apart further.

"You have a perfect rose, Lauren. A beautiful pink flower with dainty little petals surrounding a succulent center." Her layers were wet, shiny, and inviting. He slid his finger over her protruding nub and saw her flinch when he didn't linger there.

"Please," she whispered, and tried to push his fingers back.

Derek took her wrists and drew her arms up over her head, pinning them down with one hand. He leaned down and kissed her while letting the other hand return to stroke between her legs. His knees pressed against her inner thighs until she was spread wide. He found her pleasure point at the top of her slit and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly.

Lauren's labored breathing and soft moans let him know he was on the right track. He continued to tease her, alternating circling her clit with soft strokes along her * lips, dipping ever so slightly into the final prize. Each time she pressed upward in an attempt to push his finger into her depths, he'd pull out and repeat the movements.

Lauren writhed below him, but her attempts to get him to bring her orgasm were futile as he held wrists firmly and kept her legs spread so she couldn't close herself around his fingers.

Finally Derek felt her body relax, as if she decided to stop fighting and let him have his way.

"That's it," he whispered. "That's good."

He let go of her wrists. He pushed his legs out behind him, lowering himself down between her legs, face in her flower while he used the fingers of one hand to milk her clit and three fingers of the other hand to stroke her, gently at first, and then with more pressure. As Lauren's moans increased and the volume rose to screams, he felt her muscles contract around him and a gush of fluid flow. He pulled his hand away and began to lick every surface of her folds clean until Lauren was once more keyed up and ready for another release.

She lowered her arms and took his head in her hands, pushing her bottom against his face. He thrust his tongue inside her, and she raised and lowered her hips, gasping his name. Finally, she drew her legs around his neck and pressed up, holding that position. He felt her inner muscles contract against his tongue, and a few moments later the sweet taste of her release dripped into his mouth.

Derek went wild with desire to plunge himself into her wet depths. Lauren must have felt the same need because he felt her tugging at his shorts. He stood up, undid his zipper, and quickly stepped out of his shorts and briefs. His erection stood straight up and proud, reaching upward almost to his navel.