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A/N: Greetings folks, here is the awaited part, half of this chapter was inspired by the movie "Havana Nights" and the dance song is taking from it. We hope you will enjoy every bit. Thank you to all the readers and reviews for your support, on with the show.
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Chapter Nine
Penelope's eyes shot open, than blinked at the blazing sunlight. Her body was sizzling under the quilt from the sex dream she had and the second she moved, she felt where her hand was buried, deep inside her panties under her pooling loin. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, pulling her hand out of there slowly and turning to see if Derek still slept. She sighed with relief when she found his side empty; glad he didn't witness her unconscious acts during her sleep. Her erotic dream about him came back to her in details, recalling her of the pleasure that almost felt real of him licking and thrusting his tongue into her warmth, pleasuring her till she could breathe no more.
She stood up, needing to use the shower and a cold one. She faced the mirror for a minute and smiled amused. She bit her lip at her reddened face from the heat the dream caused her. not wanting to loose herself in it again, she entered the shower and let the water cool off her skin for a good quarter of minutes before she dressed in only a bathrobe, grinning to herself as she planned on turning her husband on all day, going downstairs to him in nothing but that thin cotton clothing would be a start.
Derek was in the kitchen for nearly an hour now, baking breakfast for both Penelope and him. He was still expecting her to crack but not so sure about it now as she watched him come to bed the previous night and turned to her side and slept, leaving him horny and forced to stroke out his own release.
A smirk curved his lips at another memory in the darkness as sounds of his wife moaning and groaning his name during her sleep came back to him. She had awakened him in the middle of the night, arousing him just by wriggling lustfully over their bed, her legs apart and her mouth unconsciously breathing his name, moaning to him what she wanted. He damned himself inside, she had made him masturbate twice the same night and she seemed to be in more control than he was. He was hard again just by the thought of it and it maddened him, he turned off the stove and started serving the hot, deliciously smelling food into dishes.
"good morning hot stuff" came Penelope's soft angelic voice, his hand nearly dropped the plate when he heard it and he turned to look at her, gulping hard at the sight of her dazzling face in the morning, he could smell the sweet honey scent of her slightly damp hair from where he stood and it was driving him insane as he hissed in a breath desperate to keep himself under control, not much successfully when his eyes fell on the thin cotton bathrobe she had donned on to subliminally torture him.
"Morning princess" he answered simply with a cocky smile, determined to play cool. By the time he had formed an audible answer to give, she was standing in front of him and stood on her toes to kiss his seductive lips.
"So you had fun with your right hand last night sugar?" she teased with pinky pouted lips that Derek fixed desirously.
His half hard erection stuck out completely with agonizing throbs at her trick and he gulped again, mastering some control and shaking his head slightly "not as much as you had in that dream of yours baby girl" he smirked at the helpless blush that coloured her cheeks "sounded like I humped your brains out all night long"
Ignoring her blush and pretending not to be embarrassed she wrapped her arms around his neck speaking in sarcasm "I at least didn't jerk off while the real thing was right next to me"
His ego slightly hurt by her mockery, his tongue strained his lower side molar teeth in anger, his smirk no longer there. Right then he swore to himself he'd resist both her and the lust in him, no more thinking of pleasuring himself next time.
After that single commitment, he shook the idea off his mind, making a gesture with his head towards the food he fixed "breakfast's ready"
She smiled broadly, thinking one point was for her and kissed his lips, whispering her thanks for breakfast.
They ate in silence and peace, or at least Derek did, unaware of what his eating, mildly open mouth was doing to his wife at that moment. She was trembling on the other end of the table, her food barely touched and her eyes never leaving the warm moist lips that opened doors to her swept in imagination.
Her mind didn't stop flashing blow-by-blow images of those same lush lips all over her hot frame, starting literally from head to toe, picturing him planting kisses all over her face to stop at her lips and devour her hungrily before sliding down her neck, nibbling and licking at every bit of it, not leaving an inch, washing down her shoulders and gliding to her breasts after having left trails of lingering wet kisses over her collar bones.
She bit hard on her lip at the thought of that warm tongue and mouth playing her breasts expertly before licking and sucking on them till she'd scream out in desperation…she closed her eyes at her currently taut nipples that were begging for that image to come true. His way of nibbling her abdomen delightedly caused a reactive ache and butterflies to it instantly.
The throbbing at her centre worsened when her fantasy reached the high point; his mouth on that one place licking her and she unconsciously let out a small moan that made his head snap up to look at her, not sure of what he heard, hoping she wasn't pleasuring herself in some way. His brows knitted in confusion as he looked at her plate that was still full and her eyes that tore away from him as soon as he looked up. Seeing her hands over the table and her frame stilled he continued chewing slowly, wondering why she looked nervous "what's wrong baby girl" he questioned and she quickly replied "nothing, I was just thinking".
Her straight eyes fixed his and he sighed in relief believing her words, not realizing that what she avoided staring at was his mouth "your food is getting cold" he stated and chuckled as she started eating hastily, reacting as though it had not been there before. Penelope ate rapidly, trying to distract her mind with that breakfast and thanking the Lord Derek was unsuspecting what was going on in her head, if he found out… it would for sure be the death of her and she was completely certain he'd use that as a permanent weapon to ruin her control forever.
Fearful that she would break if she stayed alone with him in the house, Penelope talked him into spending the day out and was glad he accepted without questions. She got dressed, ready to have fun outside and keep her mind off the temptation to give in to her sex god.
Derek was inwardly on the defensive, careful not to let any fantasy cloud his mind or any act of hers to turn him on, especially after the promise he had made himself which he regretted now. The problem was that his wife didn't need to do anything to arouse him, just by looking at her buxom frame, her lush lips and radiant face; his cock would stiffen so hard it hurt. That was the downside; his length was so hard it would take a blind not to see it. His jeans had been tight around him all morning and his erection didn't weaken at any minute. His goddess of a wife didn't miss the chance of teasing him about it as she sent him smug grins and sultry words, egging him on to attack her.
Although he was hard all the time, he pretended not to be and even ignored his wife's tease, he was somewhat successful until Penelope came up with an idea to break him and drive him wild…
They took a walk in the park, arm in arm, sauntering and enjoying each other's silent company. Penelope's eyes caught sigh of an ice cream truck as they passed by it and she stopped in her tracks, her lips grinning devilishly. Did she want an ice cream?…definitely not but the hanker to tease her husband with it was too strong to resist. Another window of opportunity presented itself and she wasn't going to miss it.
Derek's look turned alarmed when he saw her looking in the truck's direction, she turned to him with a wicked smirk and spoke "I think I want an ice cream cone"
"What-no, no!" he forbid in an angry whisper, knowing exactly what she aimed for. Too late, before he could prevent her, she was already five feet away from him, buying one.
He bit hard on his bottom lip at the flavour she chose: chocolate… he closed his eyes at the ache at his cock, trying to shut out the image he just saw as her tongue slid out of her mouth, licking up the length of her ice cream cone while she approached him.
"Oh Derek you should try this…it's delicious" she chuckled as he gulped and walked away in anger, not saying a word to her. She noticed his avoidance of looking at her and she smirked, finding other ways of torturing him.
She caught up with him, and continued licking at her ice cream, closing her eyes for a second and moaning at the sweet taste.
Derek's control was slipping now and his swollen length was throbbing furiously at the sound of her pleasurable moans, the only times she'd moan like that was when she was tasting him, what she was doing now was pure torment.
His body shuddering at her low moans as she delighted on the chocolate flavour, he kept silent, breathing heavily and ignoring her quiet chuckles at his reaction clear to the eyes.
"Ohh this flavour…" she moaned out, making him gulp once more "God, it taste almost as good as you" she finished in a sultry murmur, making him judder and stop abruptly, turning to look down at her "you wanna be fucked right here and now woman?"
Amusement filling her eyes but her lips keeping from smiling, she looked into his dark lustful eyes with fake innocence "hot stuff, I think you should back up a little…your body heat is melting my ice cream"
That was it, she had pushed his buttons, he snapped "gimme that!" he snarled snatching the cone from her hand and walking to the nearest garbage can to throw it in. She waited till he walked back to her and licked the chocolate traces off her lips.
He groaned and bit his tongue in anger "you do anything like that again, I will get you back home and ravish the hell out of you" her hand seductively glided up his chest as she whispered daringly "I'm so scared"
Her plush lips pouted and his body started to shudder again. He shook his head, exhaling furiously and started to walk away again, she walked by his side, a smirk playing over her lips as she stated in mind 'another won point'.
she smirked at the affect she was having on him and his desperate attempt to stay in control but her pride didn't last long as she thought of all she was missing on, imagining that big length so rock hard just for her, covered and waiting, her teeth sank into her lower lip at the pre-cum she was sure had damped his boxers by now, she cursed inwardly, her own trick was backfiring and she felt her core starting to soak.
She let the rest of the morning pass by without any teasing but was trapped again in her desire for him at lunch. He had calmed down by now and seemed to have forgotten about what she did earlier.
If the view of him eating hadn't started her up like a firebomb, she would have been elated with his romantic words in that nice restaurant he brought her to but the lust fouled her thoughts and all she could picture in her mind was taking him on that same table they sat at.
Spending a day together without thinking of sex was obviously impossible and she knew beneath that current peaceful expression he wore, the wild lust had taken the rein of power inside him.
The worst of it all was him catching her not once but three times drooling at him, precisely at his mouth. She got embarrassed and nervous again but thankfully she managed to distract his mind with other subjects she brought up.
She dragged him to the movies with her in the afternoon, willing to pass the rest of it there in the darkness where he wouldn't see her emotions and her trembling frame. Relieved when he agreed, she felt a little better and safer from his suspicions. When she noticed him about to buy popcorn she hasted to prevent that, afraid she'd combust this time.
Derek preferred to say yes to her every demand, trying to live through the day and not create any situation he didn't plan. It had to be the way he had seen it at the start so there would be no moment when they'd find themselves alone because he knew one them would crack and was sure it would be him, Penelope of course would use it to her advantage and make him swear he'd take those damn dance classes.
Her awkward behaviour was alarming him though, he'd figured she was frustrated too but there was something else about it, she barely ate when he did and watched him the whole time. The stares she threw before, ones he was a second late to catch was the proof of whatever thing he couldn't put his finger on.
It was the longest afternoon of their lives, hours spent at the movies, only small kisses exchanged between them that caused Penelope to nearly lose her mind, wanting and needing more but uplifted her spirits by believing he'd crack soon.
Derek was already planning on tomorrow's events that would be definitely different from todays, one sentence to describe it; working out all day in the gym room locked in and alone. He didn't care if it would wear out his body or left him incapable of moving the next day; all that mattered was filling the hours so they'd pass quickly and draining out the lustful energy that he usually spent on his wife.
The option of stroking out his release was long gone from his mind since he always kept true to his word, even if this one had been silent and to no one but himself, he still intended on keeping it.
Penelope was in much the same state as Derek, trying to think of places to be the next day, anywhere but near him, that challenge was killing her and the only thing that she kept thinking of was him deep inside her but since she wouldn't allow herself to have him yet, she couldn't wait to get home, lock herself in some room and work out that wildness within her with some dildo that had his size, although she knew there were none in truth.
Arrived home, late at night after having dinner out, both went upstairs, Derek hit the showers and Penelope took out stealthily the toy she needed. Leaving their bedroom, she walked to their guest room, closing the door behind her so he wouldn't hear any sounds.
She came out of there a while later, almost crying from frustration, it took her almost an hour to climax like she wanted and she still needed more but not of the dildo or any other toy she had, only her husband would feed her wild appetite right now.
She hesitatingly made her way back into the room, hiding the toy again and wondering why Derek was still under the shower, she could still hear the water running and after a pensive minute, realization hit through her, she felt a mixture of guilt and excitement as she recalled his look that morning when she teased about him touching himself, she felt bad for stating that as she had just done the same thing, her words must have kept him from doing it again and he was now relying on the cold water to cool him off…that excited her, knowing that his lust was not fed with any dot of pleasure and his hanker was accumulating every hour, she chuckled imaging him burst with one stroke from her.
She went to sleep, having some mercy and not wanting to torture him further, as she started dozing off she felt him come to bed and settle near her, wrapping a cool arm around her waist.
The door of the shoes store was pushed open and Penelope came out of it, carrying two shopping bags and holding the swing door open for Emily as she walked out with a bunch of bags "I really don't see how he finds that a problem," Emily started, putting the bags into her trunk as well as Penelope's "it's not like he'd be learning ball dance" she finished and shut the trunk.
"Exactly, and he's already used to those moves, only these are a little…" she cracked a smile "hotter" she finished with a little shrug. "You think I should have some mercy and give him what he wants" she started again pensively.
"aww no," Emily warned as they hopped in the car "don't ever show him he's winning"
Penelope smirked "who said he's winning…" she started getting comfortable in the passenger seat "I know him like the back of my hand girlfriend, and trust me…" she turned to look at her "he'll break" she finished with confidence, making Emily laugh amusedly.
"So what's he doing to forget?" Emily asked, driving to her apartment.
"He's working out in the gym room…" Penelope sighed out, feeling guilt seep into her helplessly. She scowled "it kills me to know he's there, all hard for me and-"
"Yea-that's more than I needed to know thank you" Emily interrupted and Penelope laughed in response causing her friend to smile and shake her head lightly
"If he would just say yes and have it done with we wouldn't be struggling like this right now…" Penelope said in frustration.
"Look, maybe he needs a little push… Force his hand a bit you know?"
"I already tried that, it got him more angry than aroused" Penelope informed and Emily blew out a sigh, trying to find some idea that would help.
"What about a lap dance? I know that might work" Emily suggested and Penelope looked at her in pensive silence.
****
Derek left the multigym for a few minutes, taking swigs from the bottle of water near him, he had used every damn machine in there and his inner state was still the same, his body was flagged but unfortunately had no effect on his mind or even his lust that got stronger and healthier since that morning.
It was late in the afternoon and Penelope was still out there, keeping away from him and awaiting his yes. That answer was starting to tempt him like crazy and he damned himself for that, that entire trick aimed to make him crack and accept, it enraged him to admit it was working, shutting the idea off his mind; he carried on his work out.
After exercising abdominal sit-ups for nearly two hour and loosing count when he reached a thousand, Derek moved to the treadmill, panting roughly, running furiously and endlessly, turning up the speed force every ten minutes, sweating like a dog, his mind working at its own risk on one image he kept replaying. He'd usually work out for a few hours only but today, he didn't stop, he wouldn't. Locked in there the entire day, pissed off and physically aching, he poured out his anger in his current efforts; his mind focused only on his wife that he wished was under his skin right now rather than hanging out with Prentiss.
She had left the house shortly after breakfast, leaving him dazed by her tongue-mingling passionate goodbye kiss and wasn't back till now, although they were avoiding each other he couldn't help waiting for her impatiently, he had missed to see her, hold her and kiss her even if it'd stop there.
Spending one more hour in the gym room, he finally came out, heading directly to the shower and staying endless minutes under it, which he noticed later to be another hour.
He decided to cook again, preparing Penelope's favourite dish, although his body was more than pained. He smiled at the thought of surprising her and hoping she would get home early because he knew he would soon give up to the fatigue that crushed down on him.
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Penelope entered the house and closed the door softly behind her, she had had a long but nice day, she had kept Emily company and chattered all the girl talk she had missed the previous weeks that she spent mostly at home with Derek.
The delicious smell of her favourite dish got her attention and she walked to the kitchen, finding the table sat and dinner ready. Her heart melted at the sight of Derek asleep at the table, tears flooded her eyes, touched by his gesture and feeling guiltier for coming late.
She made her way to him, putting the carrier bags and her purse aside. Her hand reached to slide along his bald head, gently waking him up. His head lifted slowly "baby girl…" he started hoarsely, standing up instantly and rubbing slowly the back of his head. "Thought I could surprise you with-" He barely noticed her overwhelmed expression before she crushed her lips to his in a passionate kiss "thank you…I'm sorry I'm late" she murmured to him, looking deep into his eyes. He kissed her again mumbling words of how he missed her and released her a moment later, leaving her dazed and aching more for him.
Tortured but resisting, they both slept in each other's arms, ignoring the wolfing lust that was feeding at their insides agonizingly by every passing day.
The day after…
Derek finished his cup of coffee, while he sat in the sitting room, his fingers clicking the TV remote repeatedly, looking for something interesting to watch. He was going stay home again today; Penelope had been called from the office to do some research for a BAU team and she phoned to let him know she would come home early in the afternoon. It was only ten in the morning and he was already bored, his mind not functioning rightly as he kept hoping for only one thing to happen.
He figured if he zeroed in on something else than doing his wife, his day would go by quicker. It took him a few more minutes to think of something that needed to be done, he remembered he had some paper work to finish and a complete profile of a Wisconsin case to do.
He started his task, taking his time and instead of finishing in one hour, it was doubled. He took a break for lunch and went back this time to take a look at the case of which he had to profile the unsub.
A couple of hours later, he was still sitting in the same spot, silent and focused completely on his work.
He sighed heavily and laid back, tired a bit but relieved. He had done all of the profile and he was sure it was exact but he still had to go through it again for verification, rubbing his tired eyes for a minute, he leaned forward again, getting his attention back to the spread papers and crime scene photos over the coffee table. That's when he heard the door unlock and Penelope's voice calling for him.
"Right here" he spoke out in response, not shifting his eyes from the file in his hand.
She walked in and saw him sitting on the couch, buried in work. That sight affected her somehow, there was nothing sexual about his posture or that view but it made her centre pool just at the sight of his professional serious expression and his mind concentrated on one thing that was not her body for once.
She never had the chance to spend a day with him while he worked and the fact that he was good at his job was known by the entire BAU, a part of her felt jealous at that point of his job, it was silly but something inside couldn't stand the sight of him giving attention to anything else but her.
She rushed to him and sat beside him, cupping his cheek to turn his face and kissed his lips passionately, a kiss which he returned without much fervour.
"What's that?" she asked nodding at all the papers on the table.
"Hotch asked to take a look at this case and do a profile for him." he answered, his head not lifting up to her.
"But you're off duty for another two days" she grumbled wrapping her arms around his shoulders
"I need to get it done before going on a new case." he glanced at her just once and it not only irritated her but inflamed her more, her need to get his full attention was torturing her.
Her face inched to his and she spoke his name softly, he lifted his head to look at her, this time making eye contact and causing her to smile at his loving gaze "yeah baby girl?" he replied gently, his thumb reached up and glided her cheek tenderly as he shifted to face her.
Penelope smirked, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck, joyous inside at his mind completely on her now "I brought you something" she started and stood up, heading out of the living room to bring the shopping bag she had left near the front door.
She handed it to him and bit her lip as he looked inside, pulling out a brand-new dark navy suit that was just his size.
His lips curved in a surprised but confused smile and he looked up at her. "You like?" she asked in a rather seductive voice.
"Yeah, thanks baby girl" he muttered slowly "but…what did you buy it for?"
Her smirk broadened and she replied teasingly "to wear it on our first night"
"First night for what?" he asked suspiciously, now that her evil grin appeared.
"Our first dirty dance" she giggled at his expression that turned to an angered one and his way of tucking it back furiously into the bag, putting it aside and going back to work.
She shimmied out of there speaking amusedly "keep up the good work baby" grinning to herself as she knew he watched her from behind. He had no idea yet of her new plan to make him crack, she had taken Emily's advice about the lap dance, praying it would work, feeling her lust overpowering her a bit more each day.
She knew, or more precisely she could feel him start give in to her idea of learning how to dance. He'd always make her go out on the dance floor when they went out with the team or on their once a week, case permitting, date nights. But now she wanted to learn something a little different, something a little more seductive and passionate that would send her hot headed gorgeous husband to come undone in her arms.
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Smooth voice of Brian McKnight filled their living room making Derek's head rise from the files in front of him, he recognized the song as "When you wanna come" and a deep groan slipped from his lips knowing his wonderful naughty wife had plans. Dark eyes turned towards the entryway, and damn near bugged out of the socket. His Goddess of a wife stood in four inch black heels, bare creamy legs tantalizing his vision, as he crawled up her body, he could feel the stirring in his loin's one that hadn't been quenched in so very long. He growled at the appearance of that tiny barely there black skirt that hid almost nothing from his starving glaze, lust started to fill his body making it jerk in response to her every sway of those lush hips.
Continuing the path up her curvaceous body were a sheer shirt was knotted just below her breasts hiding nothing from his wandering, but a sheer black bra cupping those wonderful mounds like he dreamed of doing himself. Flashes of him with his hot lips running circle over those same soft, breasts ran through his mind, making his cock lengthen and pulse with every thought.
'Damn she's going to be the death of me,' he thought when his eyes came to rest on those full red lips a smug grin pulling at the corners.
Two could play at that game he figured returning to his work and trying to block out the sight now burned into his eye lids.
Stealthy she slid up behind the couch, knowing he was trying not to watch her, to not give in to the lust and passion she saw rise in his chocolate eyes. Resting a cool hand on his shoulder she felt him jerk in response knowing she was cracking that famous control of his. "You know lover, there are so many ways better that we could be spending our time," she purred, licking the shell of his ear.
"Pen," he growled, clutching the pages in his hands just a little too tight, the space in his jeans getting less with every light pass of her lips, "don't tease me you know where this will end up."
"Humm," she breathed on his neck seeing him shiver, "yea you saying yes to going to dance lessons with me."
He shook his head, "Not on your life," he retorted, though he had a feeling his little vixen wouldn't give up.
"Oh we'll see about that one sweetness," she purred seductively, as she stood pressing her breasts into the back of his head letting him feel the taut peaks juddering out just for him.
Dropping the pages back to the coffee table, he went to get up to leave her standing in the middle of their living room by herself, but didn't get but to the edge of the black leather couch before she was in front of him, pushing him back. "Na uh handsome, this is for you, so enjoy the show," she whispered as he gulped down his passion, trying to not let on how her hand resting against his chest was stirring a deep fire inside his chest. One that he knew he'd have to let out soon or he'd combust.
His eyes, of their own accord glued themselves to her swaying hips, her hands running around her gorgeous body, sliding up to cup her breasts over the sheer material, then up into her hair lifting the blonde locks and letting them fall around her face.
His breathing picked up in tempo coming out in short pants, the urge to rise and take her filling his body with primal lust, but this was a game to see who cracked first and he'd be damned if he'd be the first to give in this time. Of course that thought fled his brain when those same wicked fingers unzipped the side of that tiny black scrap of fabric baring her upper thighs and lace covered femininity to his ravenous eyes. Licking suddenly dry lips he just barely hung in from rushing forward and pulling her on top of his aching erection and stating himself on her voluptuous.
His eyes followed her hands as they ran up her body, as she bent down in front of him baring the tops of her lush breasts to his eyes next, a groan slipped out and he squirmed in his seat trying to alleviate the press building in his jeans.
Slowly she started to unbutton all the tiny little discs one by one his dark orbs caressed each inch of revealed skin wanting nothing more than to bury his mouth between her breasts and run his tongue along each, before taking a taut nipple into his warm mouth. Another groan wrenched from his lips as she let that sheer shirt fall to the ground leaving her in nothing but panties and a barely containing her over flowing bosoms. Her hips swayed dangerously close to him, he could almost reach out and take…
This time his eyes did pop out of his head, as she backed up her ass inches away from his body, to rub that lusciously round ass against his chest, then lower glancing over his fully erect manhood. Pressing down firmly, he grabbed her hips trying to stop the movement before he exploded inside his jeans, but the little vixen just kept moving, and he bit his lip to stop the moan from escaping his lips. Her scent invading his senses, as her hair brushed over his face, and she arched back against him riding his jean clad hips in a sensual manor, her hands on either side of her making sure she wouldn't fall.
After a few tortoise minutes his hands came up to run the length of her spine, feeling her shiver under his administration, his own smug smile lighting his face. Taking a chance, he started a path around her body as it rubbed against his pushing farther into his body. He found his destination and cupped both her breasts in his warm palms, feeling her arch into his hands. He worked to pull the sheer cup down, but her hand stopped any progress.
She pulled away that wonderful hand keeping it clutched inside hers, when she turned around, hips starting to sway again to the beat of the music, the same song repeating it's self. A grin spread across her face as she watched his eyes now black with passion, observe her as she parted her lips dragging one long strong finger to her mouth, swirling her tiny pink tongue around just the tip, mimicking what that wonderful mouth would do to his rock hard, and straining cock. Meticulously, she inched that same digit into her mouth licking and biting each inch of skin she could.
"Baby girl please," he begged feeling his loins on fire ready to explode inside his jeans again, "I can't take it anymore. I need, no I want you now woman," he demanded, from her.
She shook her head, "Not until you say yes."
He closed his eyes, feeling his control slip just a fraction more, but no satisfaction would be gained.
She knew he was battling himself, and just to push him that much closer, she straddled his hips finger still firmly held between her lips her wet core pressing into his straining cock. She let his finger go and placed her lips against his ear lode taking the flesh between her lips sucking and nibbling before drawing back his neck, sucking and biting every inch she could, hips grinding into his. She felt his large warm hands come up and take hold of her hips, pushing her back and forth over him, if they didn't have clothes in the way he'd be deep inside her wet core giving them both what they want.
She pulled back to glance at his lips, eyes still closed in pleasure, slowly she leaned down, tracing her tongue over the closed seem before sucking his bottom lip into her warm mouth biting and licking each inch gaining a low pained moan from deep within his chest, her hips still keeping up the slow pace over his groin.
She couldn't get enough of those wonderful lips, biting down then run her tongue over the nip, deepening the kiss pressing her breasts into his chest wanting to devour the man under her.
Derek was at a loss, his woman was slowly driving him crazy, but something about the way she attack his mouth brought a thought and memories to his mind and something clicked, 'Oh this is going to be so good', he thought cupping the back of her head holding her in place.
Damn she couldn't get enough of his lips, those wonderfully soft, hot, lips that drove her crazy with every pass over hers. She felt her body start to weaken as warmth and wetness pooled between her legs, her hips still moving sporadically over his cock, pressing down keeping the pressure just light enough, but hard as well to let him know she was still teasing him.
Derek moaned huskily, if only she could keep moving like that he would soon reach his high in a moment. Another pained groan escaped him at the way she was sucking at his tongue than biting at his lips. What was she doing?... Damn, she was literally feeding off him, bruising and almost wanting to swallow that mouth she focused on.
The vague memory he had remembered flashed before him once more and his lusty mind started clouding with suspicion 'just one way to find out' he said to himself and started gliding his mouth down her throat. The deep moan she voiced and the way her head rolled back confirmed it all and he chuckled. "Oh this is too good to be true"
He had noticed her checking him out whenever they ate and all this time he had thought she was thinking of something else while her eyes were fixing his mouth and fantasizing of how she wanted to be that dish he dined on.
Her movements stopped and she looked at him with alarm she attempted to hide. Crap…that was it she was busted, the knowing look and grin on his face distracted both his body and mind from the overpowering lust he had.
"I know your secret doll face" he grinned and she smirked, playing it cool "what are you talking about-I have no secret"
His eyes darkened and the smile faded as he purred to her "I know what you want" before she could say anything, his lips landed on her neck again and started nibbling at her skin before moving to her collarbone and shoulder smiling against her skin at the low moans escaping her.
She bit her lip, wanting to cry at her uncovered weak point, now he was going to play her so expertly she'd regret starting the challenge in the first place. She pulled away, still hoping she could trick him into believing something else "yeah you do, and if you'd just agree to it-"
"You want me to thrust deep inside you" he interrupted and watched her head dip down to his, her teeth biting helplessly her bottom bruised lip. "But first, you want my tongue…" his thumb shifted to touch her slit and finished while she whimpered lowly "right here, making you climax" he grinned broadly at her shuddering body as she kept her eyes close "you want to explode into my mouth, don't you? And I'd lick and suck you dry-"
"Please stop," she cut off shakily, her trembling fingers covering his smug smiling lips "drinking up your sweet juices," he watched her shudder violently, her whimpers and moans egging him on to continue "taking it all down my throat, quenching my thir-"
Her moaning mouth crushed to his in a savage kiss and he groaned at her dexterous hand that lowered to his jeans, undoing them hastily and cupping his throbbing length, his head fell back against the sofa, groaning deeply at the squeeze she was giving his aching cock and closed his eyes in bliss, moving against her milking hand. "Say you'll go with me…say it baby" she panted to him, rubbing the head of his cock to her clit, dip-feeding herself pleasure. He growled, shaking his head no while his bucks picked up the speed.
She stopped; irritated and holding up the last of her control "promise you will and I'll finish what I started" she tantalized and could see the pained struggling look he had. She knew he was two seconds away from cracking and she gave his loins another stroke causing him to groan loudly.
Her juddering body was cracking too but she held on as best as she could, waiting impatiently and cracked a smirk when he licked his lips, opening his mouth to speak.
Damn it … his cell rang, interrupting and ruining everything. It was so close… but she had lost, watching him come back to his senses and answered the phone "yeah Hotch…no, I'm almost done… I'll send it right away" Penelope let go of him with annoyance, wanting to cry at the lost chance.
He sighed, his mind half working now "Penelope I already gave you my answer…I'm not changing my mind" she angrily shifted from his lap and walked out of there, leaving him juddering in desire. He breathed deeply, planning on spending the rest of that afternoon under the cold water.
Penelope braced herself against the wall near the stairs, breathing heavily in attempt to calm down and not run back in there to ride him for all he's worth. His words, loins and mouth had heated up the hell out of her; her overheated skin now was juddering as if she was freezing.
She ran up the stairs, hurrying to the only toy that'd take some of the ache away. She bit hard on her lip not to let any moan escape her, fearing her husband would hear it.
Derek was still in the living room, emailing fast the profile to Hotch while there was a bit of consciousness still in him. First thing he rushed to after that was a tumbler of whiskey, hitting the showers directly after that. He chose to use the one in the guest room, avoiding coming across his voluptuous wife again, feeling himself already about to explode.
Penelope moaned mildly at her reached peak, pulling out the large dildo out of her, like the previous day she felt herself about to cry again, that whole idea was a failure that only made them steamier.
A tear escaped her and she quickly wiped it away, berating herself for weakening so easily, after all she had him a second close to cracking, a tiny smile formed on her lips at the image of Derek's wild state.
She knew if she kept going he'd give up sooner than she would've thought. There was also something else that worked completely to her advantage; his restrain to pleasure himself must have made it even worse for him. A feeling of mercy washed through her before it was swept away by the memory of his words of refusal.
How she would use that against him broadened her wicked smile. After taking a quick shower, she dried off and donned on a sexy set of underwear, ready to continue her mission.
Derek stood shuddering helplessly under the cold shower, his hands bracing him against the shower wall facing him while his head hung in powerless control. His erection rock hard and throbbing, he didn't know what was wrong, he had been there for thirty damn minutes and nothing changed, he was still on fire.
"Missed me handsome?" Penelope muttered seductively when she stood in the doorway.
The sultry voice of his wife made him swear with a groan, watching her enter the bathroom with nothing but a red bra and panty set on.
He growled with a judder, holding in the seed that he felt boiling in his sacs.
Penelope smiled at that and moved towards the shower, making him take a step away, alarmed by her closeness that would end up killing him for sure. She giggled "I don't bite sugar" she spoke and giggled again at her own words, that was ironic, she did bite but wouldn't now, not yet.
She turned off the shower tap and stepped behind his shuddering body. His eyes closed in anticipation, his head tilting back in agony at the feeling of her hands tracing up his sides "Don't fight it baby…"
She grinned lazily at the low groan escaping him, his body shaking violently and not from the cold.
"Come on hot stuff…you know you want to" she whispered and bit on his earlobe gaining another groan from him.
Derek's control was rushing down from him faster than the drips across his physique, it killed him to have no power left to control himself and those words that came out of his wife's plump lips was scarily faster than strokes in making him come near to shooting out his load.
"I wanna see you spill it out for me..." she breathed in his ear, gliding her hands to his front, making him growl in restrain "Give it to me gorgeous" she panted into his ear, making him growl again, this time in pain.
He braced himself again like he was and bit hard on his bottom lip as she started rubbing up and down against his bare skin in haste, feeling her breasts, her crotch and every part of her press and rub to him was the last straw, he spun around furiously, enraged he shoved her against the wall "stop it" he hissed through gritted teeth "you're killing me" his hands braced on each side of her shakily.
she could have stopped there, his physique was weak and juddering and it wouldn't be long before she'd see his cum spill out helplessly, but unluckily for him she didn't stop, doing her best shot trick she pushed him to wild madness he in no way could expect, nothing could keep him from bursting now. Biting her lip with an evil grin, slightly rubbing up and down against the wall, her eyes closing as though some sex toy vibrated into her, she started with fictitious pleasure "ohhh yes, ohh God aahh aahh yea-ahh Derek, faster harder baby. YES!" she was driving him mad and she could feel it.
"Fuck!!" came the loud swearing and groan of an enraged, breaking Derek as his seed shot out suddenly, without warning, out to the last drop down the shower floor.
He thumped the wall and she giggled, knowing that his exploded release did not relieve him in the least but only emptied him of additional come his body couldn't hold in.
She grinned and reached behind him, opening the shower tap again, letting the cold water wash down his body. He was still breathing heavily and shooting glares at her that formed a smug grin on her face. She fled out of the bathroom, leaving him standing feebly under the flowing icy water.
Derek showered like he had planned initially, noticing that his erection loosened a bit but he was still aroused, the lust in him still existent and healthier than before as he was back to square one, the same hanker he had for Penelope the first morning after that damn promise.
He stayed under the shower for God knows how long, calming down completely and hoping Penelope was no longer there to torture him.
****
She could still see clearly the room in the twilight and it was alarming her at the amount of time Derek was spending under the shower but all her teasing was worth it she thought with a smirk, after the way he had fired her up earlier with his words, it was only fair.
An exasperated groan escaped Derek when music reached his ears, one that Penelope had turn on purposely to torment him more and determined as hell to make him say yes by her choice of the song…
Bailar, yo quiero baila lalalalalalala bailar, Hips start shakin' and movin' all around He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, still furious but keeping a calm face. He walked out of the bathroom and gulped hard at the sight of his goddess laying down on the huge mattress, braced on her elbows and her legs moved a little with the music. An empty plate was sat next to her; the clock indicated it was nearly nine and he noted she ate without him. I like to dirty dance, I like to do my thang, She grinned at him, trying to persuade him wordlessly as they listened to the words together. She frowned at his pretence of indifference as he rolled his eyes and went out of the room to go upstairs. She jumped off the bed and turned the volume max, bolting after him. I just wanna be dancing.....dirty, dirty,dirty dancing. Hips start shakin' and movin' all around Get the hips shakin' around. She walked behind him with a small smirk as he entered their bedroom and touched his back, stroking circles over his shoulder blades in rhythm with the music causing him to laugh lightly. He stayed silent and pulled out clean boxers to don them on. Lets dirty dance right here on the floor girl, He laughed amusedly as she started dancing around him, seducing him and gliding her fingers across every inch she could reach. His desire started to rise again and his laughter faded, his eyes drinking in the sight of her swaying hips. (But I don't know, don't think their ready for this, She moved to stand before him, pressing her back to his chest and shaking her ass against his hard-on, moving expertly to the fast beats, her arms slid up to wrap around his nape. She smirked as his hands started touching her curves in sync with the sounds pattern while his breathing came out in shallow panting, letting himself go with her plan for a bit. Astonished at how she learnt all that, he watched and felt her as she turned against him, wrapping her hands around his nape, swaying her hips against his loins while looking his chocolate depths darken excessively and smiled wickedly at his hands that settled on her gyrating hips. Me and my girl dance with so much passion, That's how we dance That's how we dance She grinned happily when she felt him dancing with her with just the perfect moves, making both of them feel the music better than she could do before, slipping and dipping against her front all the while his lips grazing her skin than rising up again, his hips rolling and pressing to hers, making her dripping wet. Yea yea just dirty dancing, lets go just dirty dancing, I just wanna be dancing.....dirty, dirty,dirty dancing. He was almost doing her and she started loosing control again "say yes…" she murmured in his ear and watched his eyes close as he bit hard his bottom lip. Oh…Movin' all around. Oh…Movin' all around. The song faded away and they stopped, Penelope stood expectantly and growled when he sighed and shook his head no "baby girl, what so hard to understand…it's a no" he answered, moving to the drawer, pulling out sweatpants and a t-shirt. She pouted, throwing a glare at him, one he ignored and with a defeated sigh she went to bed, not yet abandoning hope, she got him to dance those moves, she was a heartbeat away from her victory now and with that thought she drifted to sleep. After mild hesitation, he decided to have another cold quick shower, not standing the lust she awakened once more in him. He woke up in the morning, facing up the ceiling, aroused like the previous night and silent, replaying his dance with Penelope, he had to admit it was hotter than he had imagined, only clothes separating their loins to join, pretending to take her like that with slow smooth moves sent him out of his brain and now, the possibility of saying yes was tempting him greatly. He closed his eyes at that, irritated by the turn out of events. He remembered his determination three days ago and his wrecked state of mind and body today, he couldn't believe she had somewhat achieved her aim and succeeded in overpowering his will… One thing he was sure of though, if he took those dancing classes, it would be the death of him, he wouldn't be able to control himself, he'd start undressing her right in the middle of the session, way before the training ends and that thought alone made him instantly go back to his first decision, there was no way he'd accept that madness and throw in the towel. He sat down hesitatingly on the edge of the couch, wondering what his wife was planning. She had dragged him out of the kitchen before he could finish his breakfast, telling him he needed to watch something with her. She silently clicked the remote, starting a video with a slight smirk on her face. "It'd better not be any of those dancing shit again sweetheart 'cause I'm telling you now-" he chocked on his words at the screen in front of him, showing a tape he knew too well, one she had made him watch for pure torture. She bit her lip and moved to sit on her knees behind him, straddling him and cuddling between him and the couch. She wrapped her arms around his stilled, shocked physique humming deeply "I want you watch sugar lips…remember what you're missing on" she murmured in his ear, bringing him out of his shock. "I'm sick of this" he spat out and started to stand before she dragged him back down "no way super fox; you're staying right here with me" "yeah-keep telling yourself that" he mocked and stood up this time, overpowering her force. He smiled smugly, heading towards the door, feeling proud for winning this time. His smiled was ripped off by a surprised groan when he felt her jumping over his back, he kept his balance for a second but the way she was clinging, wrapping her arms and legs around him and forcing him to fall forward to the ground made him come down. She straddled him, chuckling and panting at his half shocked, half astonished glare he sent her after he rolled over his back. "You don't ever stop do you?" he asked seriously. "Not until I get what I want" she bit on her bottom lip, lowering her crotch down his aroused loins tearing a deep groan out of his chest. "You've been harassing me for days-Damn it. It's a no… and I won't repeat it next time" he growled with cold furiousness. Their eyes locked in awkward silence. Derek gulped at the emotions on Penelope's face, this time she was the one breaking but not in abandonment to him, all that clouded her eyes was anger, hurt and a hint of sadness that made him curse himself inside. His apologetic expression didn't serve and she started shifting off of him. His mouth opened to speak "Pen, I'm-" She jerked her arm away when he reached for it and stood up to leave, leaving him sitting there on the floor, hating himself for what he just did. Two hours passed in which he waited, alarmed and worried about his wife that had locked herself in their room and hadn't come out of it since his burst out words. He was sure she was crying and loathed himself right now for hurting her, it angered him more to think of the reason to all this. She wanted the impossible, he wouldn't stand taking those sessions and her continuous effort to persuade him was making everything worse. He preferred to wait until she came out of her own free will, knowing that if he tried to repair his mistake by any apology she'd lash out at him. **** Penelope was pacing in the room, the few drops of tears vanished from her angered face. She was now more determined than before, he was resisting with no more amusement but anger now, she knew him too well to recognize his most powerless moments and today was one of them. His ending bit of control always affronted difficulties with rage and if she could beat that last part down, he'd be all hers to command. He was coming apart and her impulsive reaction from earlier made her mildly smirk, it was going to facilitate an entire day of efforts. He'd be thinking it through for hours now, all she had to do was to give him the silent treatment; it always worked on him and today was no different. Derek inhaled deeply straightening up when he heard the door unlock and saw Penelope coming out of it, with an angry glare on her beautiful visage. "Penelope, what I said earlier," he sighed lightly "I didn't mean to offend you, I'm really sorry" Her glare didn't change and he gulped, trying again "forgive me…" He reached to touch her cheek and she pouted at him angrily. Damn…her anger almost looked fake, causing a small wave of laughter to hit him and he quickly bit it back, afraid he'd screw up again. He leaned in to kiss her and she turned her face away, pushing past him and walking away. He sighed again, shutting his eyes, getting her to talk to him was going to be tough and his already weakened physique and mind wouldn't stand it, he felt it was her own tricky way to make him accept and the biggest part of him had already given up to that. Thankful for the rest of him that fought he kept patient, it took him all of his will power to resist the little tease that kept torturing him, looking all sexy with her every step and although she did nothing that was obviously torment, she still had her own ideas of how to keep him in fire… She let him eat alone and purposely turned on the music after lunch, the one they had danced on last night and all the songs he could remember from those god-damned Dance movies. She listened to the music for hours, obliging him to do the same since he stayed inside with her, letting the dirty words, seep into his mind, arousing him and egging him on further as she started turning around the house, swaying her hips and dancing in her own little world pretending to busy herself with tasks while she downright ignored him, aware of how much it affected him as well as her silence, making him go mad with lust and struggling hard not to fuck her until she'd pass out. Before the afternoon was over, he had emptied a bottle of red wine, restraining himself from raping her as her body was asking just for that. She entered the sitting room when he started swigging the wine and danced before him, changing the music disc and making it an excuse for her presence. He had exploded in his pants the minute she started her seductive dance show, the alcohol helping and taking over, he did nothing to fight it. As the afternoon dwindled into evening, Penelope isolated herself in the room again, irritated by Derek's resistance to accept her demand, although he was wrecked and clearly drained of control, he was still determined after all. Her need for him had been eating at her all afternoon and resisting her stud of a husband that craved to take her just like she wanted him to, was causing her body to shudder helplessly in desire. Not holding on for one minute, she sought her famous toy again, using it to stroke in and out deep, closing her eyes at the pleasure which she could feel much better when she imagined it was Derek's cock. It felt nothing like her husband and only helped dampen the ache, never taking away the burning lust that killed her, Although her subconscious couldn't be fooled, it made it easier to pretend. She started panting his name, forcing herself to believe it was him, and reactively moaning to the rising pleasure inside her. Losing herself entirely in the fantasy, she abandoned sanity and let her howled moans out, screaming for him in close ecstasy and stroked the dildo faster every second. Derek's fogged mind had cleared up a little from the alcohol now, and the pleasurable sounds of his wife made him rush upstairs to witness what he thought she was doing. He slowly opened the door, carefully casting a look inside and felt his length throb furiously at the sight of Penelope deep in pleasure, dipping in and out of her a large dildo. Some fucking toy that was currently taking his length's place, it outraged him and all he wanted to do now was to hump the hell out of her without asking permission. He shut his eyes, inhaling deeply to master the last dust of control remaining in him. He closed the door again, waking back downstairs before thumping the nearest wall to him. He watched her eat in silent, appeased and un-shuddering. He ached to speak, berate her for pleasuring herself while he was deprived of it. He couldn't eat more than two mouthfuls of his dinner, thinking of something completely different to swallow, watching her with burning lusty eyes while she avoided his gaze. He growled when she stood up to clear the table and leave. Before she could reach the doorway, she was held back by his gripping hands and thrusted against the wall. She watched him with alarm and slight fear "you didn't say how it felt," he started through gritted teeth "to use that fucking toy-thinking it's me" her mouth opened in embarrassment, he had heard her…of course he had, she had freely screamed without caring if anyone heard and what she did clearly angered him. She bit her lip to hide her mildly amused smile that he noticed instantly. "Did you enjoy it?" his death grip loosened in one hand as he lowered it to sneak rapidly under her skirt. A smug emotion settled on his face when he found no panties and he roughly shoved two thick fingers into her, making her squirm and arch against the wall in pleasure. Her open, panting mouth watered his and he gulped, his anger too strong to stop now "was it better than this?" he breathed roughly to her and she bit hard on her lip, humming negatively. He added a third finger, making her scream out at the deep penetration of his digits "or this?" "No" she answered feebly, her hips bucking against his fingers. The sight before him was feeding him pride and more hanker that erased his furiousness. He licked his lips at the sopping tight depths he missed to be buried in so much. He closed his eyes, stroking her dexterously as she moaned out his name, draining pre-cum out of him once more that damped his boxers. His already curved lips broadened into a smug smile and he opened his eyes stopping suddenly, making her whimper, he drained out his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean and sucking slightly on them to drive her insane. She whimpered and moaned in desire as she watched him, trembling when he hummed pleasurably at the taste of her and spoke "baby girl, you could have asked…I wouldn't have tortured you like you do me" She shuddered violently as he left her there alone on fire. Derek swore repeatedly on his way to the room, juddering and going crazy, it was over, he was doomed; having a taste of what he was truly missing on was the stimulator that killed his resistance. His brain, not functioning, made him feel like a cured drug addict who fell back hard into his own personal coke with just one sniff. ***** Penelope had cooled off by the time she went back to their room, impatient to be near her chocolate Adonis and tempt him once more. She strolled in, finding him striping off to shower, his hard-on stiff and throbbing just for her, a satisfied smirk lifted the corners of her lips and she darted her tongue over them, conscious of his looking eyes. She giggled at his escaping groan and looked up into his dark eyes; approaching him slowly and seeing his throbbing erection harden further if it was even possible. Derek gulped, afraid of what might happen if he allowed her near him again, he cleared his tight throat a bit "I'll be out in five" he spoke lowly and she grinned naughtily "oh I think it'll take more than five hot stuff" she teased. She stood before him, smiling naughtily "all this can end right away if you'd accept and-" "Pen, please…don't try and force me into it" he cut off and shifted his stare. She moved to wrap her arms around his neck, careful not to press to him, not willing to play on his desire for now "Derek, I know deep inside you really want to. Why do you say no?" "I already told you why…and let any tutor hold and press against you? over my dead body" he replied with premature jealousy that made her giggle and smile tenderly. "Oh but you don't have to worry about that, we dance fairly well-we won't have to part, but just follow the tutors' lead…" she answered reassuringly. "Yeah?" came Derek's tempted voice causing a grin to form on her lips as she nodded. "Say you'll go with me and I'll make up these last days to you" she breathed, her face inches away from his. "we'll re-do 'em all- that walk in the park where I'll buy that same ice cream that I'd lick up just like I'd do you when we get home" he groaned responsively, his eyes half closed as she stole a quick lusty kiss and continued "I'd do that lap dance again and ride you for all your worth" she pressed to his throbbing loin and heard him growl her name, his body helplessly claiming hers. Her words were killing him and all he wanted to do was to accept but something else was on his mind, bugging him and this she had no solution to. He knew from now already, he wouldn't stand anyone seeing her dance provokingly, that was for his eyes only and accepting it was something impossible for him. His face, nuzzled in the crook of her neck and his throbbing shaft roughly pressed to her crotch, He shakily murmured in shallow breaths "baby girl, you're asking for something I can't handle" She pulled away from him and he sighed heavily, gazing at her, his jealousy active and lifting up his resistance "I can't do it, I'm sorry" Before she had time to react, he fled to the bathroom, sensing that if he stayed one more minute, he would shout the answer she wanted and take her on the spot. A devilish smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she watched her sexy husband walk away from her, intent on his shower. That was it, she had brought down all of his surviving control, now one last effort left to be done and she was sure she'd win. He wouldn't last longer than a day in that state she thought. Derek stepped into the shower, wild and shaking with passion for his wife; no more will to resist her. She had just crushed down the last dot of protest in him by tantalizing those propositions to him. He wanted to accept, have it done with once for all and do her over and over until his body would be ruined for days but he kept hesitating, his jealousy holding him from giving up to her demand. He started thinking of avoiding her again, although it would be hard as hell, he saw no other choice since he was out of tenacity. ******* Deciding it was time to really force Derek's hand, Penelope leisurely followed his steps towards their bathroom half an hour later. She could see the steam seeping from under the door. No pretence, she just pushed the door open, standing on the other side of the plastic leopard print shower curtain his sculpted physique shadowing the walls. Stripping down she moved the shower curtain aside, "Room for one more handsome," she purred moving towards him, eyes darkened in passion as she took in every inch of wet, stunning skin. "Only build for one," he gulped eyes glued to the water running down her body, little droplets dripping off her pert nipples begging to be kissed and bit. "Humm no there's enough room," she answered, reaching out and glancing his chest with just her finger tips. Wishing he'd say yes all ready her body aching for him in a way she never knew before. "You're playing with fire here woman," he growled, feeling his cock twitch harder at the soft touch of her digits. "You have no idea hot stuff," she returned, drawing her mouth across his neck, nibbling and licking every patch of wet skin she could reach, as her hands travelled down the length of his body, following that coarse patch of hair towards her ultimate goal and wrapping one hand around his hard shaft. His hands braced suddenly against the marble wall behind him, his eyes closing in reactive desire. It was better than he could remember, feeling as though he had waited on that for an eternity. "Shit yea," he breathed hips bucking up to meet her hand of their own violation. "Seems to me," she purred, next to his ear, "that at least one part of your body is happy to see me." "Always," he choked out breath coming out in short pants, his body betraying him. "Humm," she hummed picking up the pace just a fraction tightening her hold on his hot slick shaft. She leaded over and placed hot open mouthed kisses along his neck, drawing her tongue along his collarbone. Before taking a shallow bite of her chocolate God, "tastes so good." Her lips followed the centre line of his chest, diverting for a moment to his nipples flicking her tongue out of her warm mouth then biting down gaining a shutter from his body and shaky groans. Her lips followed the same path her hands had moments earlier. He nearly lost his mind right then; the lust he had been holding in for four long days was racing through him faster than his boiling blood in his veins. Beaten by his winning need, his brain abandoned him now and started speaking instinctively. "Goddess please, I need you," he breathed fisting his hands in her wet hair. She smiled, "What do you need husband of mine?" He growled, sensing as though his cock was sending up the words and not his mind "Your sweet lips around me, sucking me dry… My own damn hand can't satisfy me like you can baby girl," he breathed trying to tramp down the rising passion and need. He didn't want to beg but that didn't mean he wouldn't if push came to shove. She dipped her tongue inside his navel as she lowered her body to her knees, hands still inflicting light pressure. Placing biting kisses along that patch of hair, which lead her on a treasure hunt, she found her prize all ready standing at attention. Her tongue slipped out of her warm mouth flicking the head of his erection running along the slit gathering the drops of pre cum that leaked out. "Damn baby girl, feels so good." He murmured thickly, the back of his head, pressing hard to the marble shower wall. She smiled surround his hard cock with her hot wanting mouth devouring him whole. Tongue running up the underside till just the tip was once again the only part in her mouth, fingers tracing patterns over his balls feeling them tease. His words having the same effect on her body that his own hands would. She'd all ready been dripping for him now it was a river flowing between her legs and it took all her will power not to reach between her legs and stroke the fire he was building inside her core. "That's it princess oh God, Shit, I'm…" he grunted feeling his sanity start to slip away from his mind. "You're what my sexy Adonis," she asked pulling her mouth away from him. "No, no, no you can't stop-don't stop," he pleaded rapidly his need for release driving him crazy. "But it's not fun, honey bunch. I give you what you want, but what about me," she asked watching as his eyes turned down to her seeing those dark lust filled orbs stair into her soul. She smirked knowing she had him right where she wanted him. Again her mouth surrounded him, a deep hum coming from deep within her body, making him vibrate, pushing him just a fraction closer. "Pen, you can't stop now," he argued hands holding her in place. She reached up and removed those same hands dropping them back down to his sides. "And why shouldn't I," she challenged. He couldn't think of a proper response, no, worse than that he couldn't think, period. Losing all reason, all he could see, feel and think was her mouth on him, sucking the life out of his body and if she stopped now he would die from unsatisfied want. "Wha-" he started hoarsely than trembled "oh yess," he hissed, as her finger nails bragged over his thighs, lips inching over his heated phallus. "What do you want," he bit out finishing his question, trying to regain some composer. "You know what I want handsome," she responded giving his head another slow lick "learn how to dirty dance with you…" He shook his head, "No one is seeing you dance like that, but me." "Then, you," she pulled back hands dropping to her sides, eyes looking up at him, "will have to finish this yourself." She pouted her plump lips almost making him explode. A wild look entered his eyes, at being denied what he wanted, but should he really give in that easily? She smirked watching him dither hurriedly, closing his eyes in agony and obvious defeat. He had lost whatever battle he was fighting now, one look at his beautiful wife kneeling down in front of him, said yes. "All right fine, I will- just… please." his eyes motioning towards his straining manhood. "Promise me sugar." she ordered in a sultry voice making him sniff out in pain, his head pressed back against the marble wall and he gulped "I promise…I promise sweetheart" he breathed tormented. She smiled victoriously, elated inside at her long awaited triumph and took him back into her mouth opening her throat feeling him slide across her tongue, a groan coming from his lips. "Faster baby girl," he panted not giving into the urge to thrust into her wanton mouth. She hummed again, fingers running over his sac, then nails glancing over his inner thighs. She felt his stomach muscles tighten in response to his coming release, his panting and groans pitched louder and she moaned around him, feeling him let go and spill himself deep down her throat. "Damn woman but you are a Goddess," he breathed leaning heavily against the titled wall behind him as she took in his entire load, sucking him dry. Slowly she rose from her position, trailing light kisses up his chest, biting down again on his sensitive nipples, before her soft lips made contact with his. He groaned into her wanton mouth lustfully, as he came out of his dazed state she'd put him in. Four long days without his Goddess made his movements shaky, yet with a swift need to take her he grabbed her ass in his strong hands, needing the soft flesh beneath his hands, before lifting and have her wrap her smooth legs around his waist. "Damn baby girl but you are so sexy. All I can think about is plunging," he thrust deep inside her, head falling back as a cry of wanton pleasure ripped from her lips, "deep inside you. Making you scream and clinch around my cock as I take you never stopping until you're a puddle in my arms," he continued, arching up into her. "Derek please," she begged feeling her own sanity, which was all ready tittering on the edge as is, slip away as his mouth descending on her nipple dragging it between his teeth, tongue running over the prefect berry tips bud. "Oh sugar you have no idea what you're in for," he answered smiling, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in faster, gaining a keening wail from the woman in front of him. Her nails dug furrows on his back, scourging the taut muscles as they flexed and tightened around her hands. A primal growl slipped from his lips as he picked up the pace, pounding into her willing flesh with every thrust and she loved it the wild feral look that covered his eyes, as he took her fast and furious turned her on like no other. She could feel the first dregs of her organism build and she closed her eyes trying to hang on as he slammed her against the tiled wall. Her legs tightened around his waist, as his hand came around to stroke her clit in time with his thrusts. She threw her head back a low moan of pleasure ripped from her lips, "Faster Derek, so close I can't, not much longer, so good," she babbled head thrashing from side to side. "Shit woman what you do to me, make me lose," he panted "all my damn control." His lips latched onto the side of her neck, sucking the flesh between his lips feeling her shutter and groan, he sucked harder knowing he was leaving a mark on her voluptuous body, which he didn't mind in the least bit. It showed that she was his and would always be. She giggled but turned into a howl of pleasure as his lips latched onto her nipple again, his finger fondling her loins in time with each thrust. Not long after, the pressure from both his fingers and cock sliding deep into her, she exploded Derek following second later, slumping against the wall barely holding each other up her legs slipping from his waist to hang limply. His head rested in the crook of her neck breathing deeply, trying to regain his sense. "We," she panted, "can not, not do that for four days again. I was about to go crazy. You keep me that way handsome all hot and brother soaking wet for you all the time." Her words having the desired effect, "who said I was finished with you Goddess," he exclaimed a devilish grin spreading across his face, strength returning as he picked up the bath sponge and soap. Lathering it between his hands before running it down her arms, pressing slightly into her skin with each pass, avoiding the areas he knew she wanted his hands on the most. "Don't tease sugar lips," she pleaded taking his hand and pressing it into her breast, hot eyes staring deeply into his. "More fun for me, sweetness," he replied voice a deep sexy timber. "Pay back's, oh God, a bitch hot stuff," she panted when his fingers slipped between her wet folds to stroke the sponge across her inflamed bud, hips bucking up the meet his hand. "I can take what ever you dish out lover," he replied aiming the shower head at her body watching the suds slowly drift down her body lust covered eyes raking every inch of skin. Once her body was completely clear of all soap he bragged her close, bending down and scooping her up into his arms, her squeals reverberating around the bathroom. She clung tight to his strong back as he walked out of the bathroom, and deposited her on the bed roughly, then crawling slowly up her slick body, placing wet open mouth kisses as he went. "I think my Goddess that it's going to be a long hard night," he stated, placing her hand on his all right straining erection a smug smile gracing his features.
Mueve las nalgas, shake your ass girl.
A la musica, we'll be dancing, dancing, dancing a bit Havana.
And we gon shake it, shake it, shake it, don shake it.
Get them hips shakin' around.
So mami get a little loose and make your hips swing.
Its like were making
Love when I am dancing with you,
Its like you climax mami when I dip you (AH)
So lets just dirty dance, yeah lets salsa,
Lets do that on the floor and make it hot now
Bailar, yo quiero baila lalalalalalala bailar,
Mueve las nalgas, shake your ass girl.
A la musica, we'll be dancing, dancing, dancing a bit Havana.
And we gon shake it, shake it, shake it, don shake it.
Lets do our thang, lets give them a show girl
Lets give it to them, i hope their ready for this).
You put your hands on my hips, I put my hand on your hip,
Baby I'll follow your lead, check it goes like this.
Baby just follow the motion,
Dancing a sexual motion,
Moving with so much emotion.
We gettin' dirty now.
[man]
Its how we dance
[woman]
Its how we dance
It looks like we having sex but we just dancing,
Dirty sex dancing with our clothes on,
If you are offended blood we mean no harm.
Its sexual just dancing (yeah), its dirty dirty dirty dancing.
Bailar, yo quiero baila lalalalalalala bailar,
Mueve las nalgas, shake your ass girl.
A la musica, we'll be dancing, dancing, dancing a bit Havana.
Shake it, shake it, shake it, don shake it
Hips start shakin' and movin' all around
Get the hips shakin' around.