Derek was a warm comfortable weight on top of her. Lydia was expecting the air to be cooler but when he moved off her the room was pleasant, leaving her skin tingling.

His fingers trailed over her throat and down over her breast. 'You're so beautiful,' Derek muttered kissing across her collarbones. Lydia didn't know what to do, whether to touch him or let him lead her in this new dance whose steps she had yet to learn. Lydia felt a little huff forcing itself from her chest.

Derek paused with his face between her breasts and looked up at her. 'Are you okay?' He asked with a frown.

'Fine.' Lydia said tightly not meeting his eyes. She was embarrassed, clearly he knew what he was doing but all Lydia had was those stupid books with stupid descriptions and all of a sudden she hated them, hated them passionately because right now they were no help.

Derek blinked at her for a few seconds before rolling onto the bed and lying on his back beside her. Lydia wanted to weep, Derek hated her, hated this and he'd take a mistress soon, hell later tonight he'd probably go out looking for what he needed and leave her in a bed full of shame.

'Lydia!' He said again more urgently, and she realised he'd been speaking to her.

'What?' She snapped turning angry eyes on him.

'I said come here,' his voice was gentle but his hands were firm guiding her to sit over his lap. She started at the sight of his body, powerful thighs, and half hard cock, taunt muscles on his belly and chest, his arms. She sat back on his thighs and blushed as his eyes shamelessly roamed her body. 'Look at me.'

'What?' Lydia said with a frown trying to fight her embarrassment away. Derek ran his hands up her thighs, his thumbs rubbing comfortable circles on her skin.

'You're nervous, shy, and afraid. You're from a different world and I get that. I can't change the way I do things, I don't want to, I don't want to fuck you with in the darkness and go back to my own bed. This is our bed, and I'll be here, I won't be finding another one, you're my wife, this is our place. I want you to be comfortable, I want you to take what you want from this, because I certainly will.' Derek said with a soft smile.

'I...' Lydia flushed and looked away from him for a second but his hands on hers caught her attention. Derek lifted her fingers to his brow.

'Touch my hair,' his voice was a little rough as he spoke. Lydia leaned forward and glanced over his head, becoming bolder as Derek closed his eyes and moaned underneath her attentions.

While Derek relaxed into Lydia's touch, she began to enjoy exploring the planes of his body, pausing at his nipples to graze her thumbnails across them. Derek hissed and his eyes flew open. They were like liquid, trying to melt her into him. 'Yes,' he groaned and Lydia kept up what she was doing, growing braver as she went. His body was sensitive, his flat tummy, and his naval. She ran her fingers in the dips of his hips down to the crease of his legs.

His cock was hard and red lying against his belly now. She chanced a look at his face before her fingers drifted down, her thumb tracing a vein to the top, touching underneath the head. Derek hissed softly, and Lydia tried it again. In her books one of the heroines had enjoyed sucking a cock immensely, of the power she had over the men she lay with. Lydia wondered how Derek would react to what she was about to do.

The first kiss was at the base, and Derek's eyes flew down to her, his mouth was wide and panting, like he wanted to speak but he was afraid to break the spell. Instead of kissing higher, Lydia went lower, to touch his balls. The skin was strange here; velvet soft and delicate as she pressed dry kisses against his sac. When her tongue snuck out to taste Derek whimpered and Lydia realised that she had the power, like the book she was in control and Derek didn't look like he was about to change that. She grew bolder, sucking one of his balls into her mouth and Derek let out a long groan. Lydia didn't want to leave the other one out so she copied her actions, before licking at the base of his cock then mouthing to the tip.

There was a gathering of fluid there, on his cock and his belly. Lydia snuck her tongue out to taste that too. It was salty and slightly bitter, but she wanted more so she cleaned his belly before placing her mouth over the tip and sucking. Derek let out a yelp and Lydia pulled away suddenly. 'Did I do it wrong?'

'Perfect,' Derek's face was flushed red, his eyes wild. He looked like he'd been pulling his hair but now his hands gripped the headboard, his knuckles were white and the muscles in his raised arms tight and straining.

Lydia dropped her head, and careful of her teeth, drew as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage. Derek twitched, but fought to keep his body still as Lydia sucked on his cock. She couldn't get it all into her mouth so she used her hands and fingers to manipulate the base. When Derek's fingers threaded into her hair and he tugged gently Lydia realised her pussy was aching and dripping wet against his calf. 'Baby, I'm going to, you need to move, and you need to stop...' Derek pleaded. Lydia hollowed her cheeks and closed her eyes, not ready for this to end yet but Derek was coming, shooting into her mouth. The first spurt chocked her, the second had her eyes watering but Lydia was a fast learner and she was swallowing quicker than she expected to, just a bit escaping out of her mouth.

'Fuck Lydia.' Derek breathed as she pulled away from him. He dragged her up his body and kissed her mouth until they were both gasping for breath.

He flipped her easily, resting above her. 'I'm soft.' Derek said with a teasing curl of his lips and Lydia peeked down his body to his much smaller cock. She tilted her head and Derek chuckled. 'You have the rest of your life to look at me.' Derek pointed out ducking to lick and suck at her throat. Lydia giggled and curled her hands over his shoulders as he kissed down her body. 'Beautiful.' He whispered as he lapped at a nipple, swirling his tongue around it before finding the other one, grazing his teeth gently over her flesh then suckling it. He dipped into the valley between her breasts again and she wondered if it was a favourite place for him now, imagined him resting there, dozing where a babe would. She imagined their children…

He kissed down her body, nipping at the soft skin of her belly and licking her thighs as he come to rest between her legs. Lydia watched him as he ducked his head, kissing her mound then moving lower, his tongue lapping at her pussy lips, licking her slit. He used his fingers too, long thick digits exploring her most intimate parts, holding her open while he looked and kissed.

She could hear her own breathy moans, and wondered what she looked like to him. Her hips arched off the bed when his mouth latched onto her clit sucking gently, using his teeth to scrape over her, sending delicious shivers through her body.

'Derek!' She said running a hand through his hair while he let her grind against his mouth finding the right rhythm, her hips ached with need and she didn't understand it, why, but she knew what she needed. 'Derek!' She cried again as the heat burned from the soles of her feet to her face. Her chest heaved as a rush of energy swept through her, nerve endings tingling and trembling.

Derek settled between her thighs and she noticed he was hard again already, but he distracted her with kisses, and it wasn't until he jutted his hips forward a little that she realised he was there, inside her, against her. His weight rested on his forearms, fingers playing with her hair as his lips grazed over her temple. 'You look amazing.' He said. His chin was still wet and sticky from her juices, his hair was a complete mess and there were scratch marks on his shoulder. He was the most beautiful man Lydia had ever encountered, and she never wanted to leave this place, this bed. He was more than her husband, only he didn't realise that yet and she didn't have the right words to describe what he actually was to her. He moved gently, and Lydia felt an ache, but no pain that her friends had warned her about. Derek wasn't rough or over eager, he moved at her pace, letting her get comfortable as she wound her legs around his body.

'Is this okay?' Lydia asked as his sweat slicked chest glided over her breasts.

'I should be asking you that question.' Derek said. Lydia shivered, and Derek smirked down at her.

'It's great.' Lydia said. Derek stilled and frowned down at her. Lydia bit her lip.

'Just great?' He teased, a smile playing over his lips. Lydia smacked him on the shoulder and he laughed, taking the moment to turn the tables.

Rolling them Derek let Lydia grind against him, move at her own pace. She rode him awkward at first but it got easier, rolling her hips, and he let her find her way, guided her, and answered her silly little questions with grunts and growls.

Lydia felt her toes tingle again, and realised she was about to have another orgasm. She clenched around Derek and was crying out again, trembling through it, when Derek flipped them and pounded into her. He was rough above her as he fucked her and all she could do was cling to him as his belly rubbed against hers, his hips slowing and rolling together.

The third orgasm was a shock, and Lydia cried out when she felt Derek's pulsing heat between them. He collapsed, letting her take his weight, his lips kissing her hair and ear. Lydia realised her fingernails were buried in his back and she removed them gently, bringing one hand up to peer at the blood over his shoulder. Derek just lay, breathing heavy, his forehead pressed into the pillow beside hers.

'Fuck.' Lydia said, the word new and strange on her tongue. Derek snorted beside her and moved gently, rolling away from her, onto his side. He rested his hand beneath his head and looked down at her, his fingers drawing patterns in the sweaty skin between her breasts.

'Fuck.' He agreed as she moved closer to him. Derek tucked her against his body, spooning around behind her. Lydia yawned as Derek settled the blankets around them, his body moulded to hers.

'It was supposed to hurt.' Lydia said softly as the candle's flame burned low on the nightstand.

'What was?' Derek's voice was quiet as the flame snapped out, just the glow of the fire lighting the room.

'Losing my virginity. Everybody warned me it would hurt. I hardly even bled.' Lydia turned to look over her shoulder.

'I broke the skin when you were having your first orgasm, I cleaned you up with my mouth after.' Derek explained. Lydia nodded. She was back to feeling that little inadequacy in her chest. How could Derek, who so easily knew what to do with a woman, find satisfaction with her, an eager virgin? Well, she was no longer a virgin, but what did she know?

His lips on her shoulders distracted her, nipping at the skin there. 'You should sleep.' He whispered.

'You should too, you've been awake longer.' Lydia said. Derek's arm curled around her body, his hand over her belly as his teeth nipped the skin at the back of her neck.

'We're going to do great things together you and I.' He murmured and Lydia felt her chest swell with pride at the thought of their future together.