Use Your Words Chapter Nine Wednesday February 17th 2010
"Fuck," Derek whispered as she kissed from Penelope's breasts up to her ear, his fingers between her legs touching her silky panties. "These are soaked, baby girl."
"I told you how wet you make me," she answered, her voice breathy.
Licking at the shell of her ear he said "Yeah, you told me but...fuck...baby girl," his fingers pushed against the fabric of her panties so he could feel her silky folds "I want you so bad right now."
She kissed along his jaw. "I love you, Derek, and I want you right here and right now. Hell with a bed."
"I love you too," he said right before her lips found his. As they shared a wickedly erotic kiss his fingers rushed to unzip her dress and help her slide it off. Then he pulled back and looked over her body. Bending he kissed from her throat down to her panties. As he did so he murmured, his lips against her skin, "You're so beautiful. So pretty. So hot. So mine."
A smile curved over her lips as she lay back. Her body was burning up. She wanted him to bury himself in her right that moment but she knew he wanted to take his sweet time and she knew all the things he longed to do to her before they fucked were all things she craved just as badly as he did.
Her hands ran over his back, his neck and his head as he kissed over her stomach and back up to her breasts again. He flicked open the latch on her bra. Gently he ran his fingers over her, sending shivers down her spine and making her pussy tingle.
"Mmm, Derek, so good," she said as she moaned when he started to lightly trace her nipple with his tongue.
His fingers were still between her legs, slipped underneath the lace of her panties, sliding through the wetness that coated her pussy. All caused by thoughts of him and what he was doing to her body. It didn't matter how many women he had ever been with this was the only sexual experience that meant a thing to Derek. This was love. Never had it been that before for him. He couldn't trust before so he couldn't love before.
Touching her was a powerful feeling. His lips couldn't get enough of kissing her chest and her throat, while his fingers were slowly teasing her pussy. He wanted to make this last. And he wanted a damn bed now more than anything but it was too late to worry about that.
He slid upwards and brought his mouth to hers. As soon as his tongue swept against her tongue he thrust his finger inside of her. Moans exploded from her and were muffled by his mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of her. Her panties got in his way and so he broke their kiss to say "I'll buy you twenty more pairs, I promise," before he ripped them off her and then went back to kissing her with frantic desperation, while his fingers thrust back into her again.
Her flushed skin, her sexy moans, her breathless sighs, her pebbled pink nipples, the swell of her stomach (so womanly, so vulnerable and beautiful to him) seeing her laid bare like this, feeling her body surrounding his fingers, his mouth able to taste any part of her he wanted. All of it combined was a heady sensation for Derek. He felt lost in sensual haze like he had never been lost before.
It felt as if he was making love to his wife already. He wanted them to be married right this moment. He knew he was rushing their relationship but the feelings were so intense that it didn't feel like rushing at all. It had taken so long to get here and now he just wanted to be here forever. Be with her forever. Know she was his forever. Always be able to call her his partner.
Make love over and over. Every single day that he was home. Make babies. Make a home. Start a family.
He broke their kiss and looked deep into her eyes, as she started to move her hips frantically against his hand. He said "God, I love you, baby girl. I'll always love you, I swear I will."
Bending his head he captured her nipple again and sped up the pace of his fingers until she was whimpering, bucking against him and coming hard.
"DEREK!"
He kissed her as she kept rolling through her orgasm. The kiss started deep, hungry, desperate but ended soft and slow as her body relaxed. He slid his fingers free of her. Laying on his back he pulled her close to him. She lay her head on his chest as she came down from her high.
His hand smoothed all over her bare back. He loved the smooth softness of her. He wanted to touch every inch of her skin. Kiss every inch. Memorize every inch of his baby girl. Know her moles and her tattoos by heart. Know her body by heart.
Penelope started to kiss his throat. Soon her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt and she was kissing and sucking on the skin revealed. Flicking at his nipples with her pretty tongue, driving him wild.
"Baby girl," he said, groaning because he hated to stop her but felt he should.
"Don't even-" she started.
"We better cool this."
She finished her earlier sentence "Say it." Still half resting on him she shifted so she was looking at him. "I think making love on the floor is kinda hot."
"Not the first time, girl."
"It's a good story to tell."
He grinned a little. "Oh yeah? Who do you plan to tell?"
She smiled. "Everyone who reads my blog."
Derek eased her onto her back, chuckling happily because she was so much of everything he ever wanted and never could have imagined before he met her, and then he started to kiss her again. This time he didn't stop for anything. He just let himself make love to his woman.
Being on the floor was so not what he wanted for their first time but once he was buried deep inside of her it didn't matter where they were. It felt romantic to him. The fire in the fireplace cast shadows on their skin.
Every stroke was perfection. So was the feel of her body holding him tight, the sensation of moving within her while looking into her eyes and hearing her whispered words of love.
Her nails clawed frantically into his back.
This wasn't how he had planned for things to go for them but he should have learned by that time that all his big plans didn't ever work out the way he thought they would. Life got in the way. But, in the end, all that mattered was having Penelope by his side when all was said and done.
And that night he did. He came inside of her, kissing her as he emptied his seed into her body, and sent up a silent prayer that, if not tonight, one day they would make their first baby together. She wanted kids. He wanted to give her everything she had ever wanted.
It was about time that he did. About time he was the hero she always believed him to be. Only Penelope could make Derek think he had that in him. But, when her brown eyes looked at him like she did that night, with love and adoration, he felt a thousand feet tall: he was a noir hero, a husband and a father. He was everything she wanted and needed.
All it took was Penelope taking him into her arms and letting him be her man.
Laying there afterwards he ran a finger down her cheek. "You are the light of my life."
"Didn't I tell you that floors are hot?"
Derek just laughed and kissed her again. "Keep talking and I'll never let you up off this floor again."
"Floors are my favorite place to make love. Every time I see hardwood I get all wet and tingly, Hot Stuff. Just looking at your chocolate God body laying on this floor is making me burn with lust for you. If you don't touch me soon then I'll have to touch myself..." she reached out and took his cock in her head "or reach out and touch heaven."
"Mmm, woman, never stop talking to me!"
"Never,"she said sweetly.
He moved in for another kiss. "Never," he murmured, right before their lips met again.
