Emily straddled Derek's lap, tightly gripping his shirt as his lips travelled down her neck. "We could..." she panted, "We could turn off the movie..."
He laughed and she could feel the vibrations against her skin. "Why? You got something else planned, Princess?"
"I want you..." she husked, tipping his chin up so she could kiss him properly.
He hummed into the kiss. "Is that so?" he asked.
She nodded, hips bucking up against his, putting pressure on his growing hard on. "So, let's turn off the TV and go upstairs."
He seemed to doubt himself, then, pulling back slightly. "Are you sure about this?"
"Very," she insisted, grinning mischievously. She leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled back. She frowned. "Why? Don't you want me?"
"Of course, I do, Princess – more than anything."
"Then what's wrong?" she asked.
"It's just..." He leaned in to nuzzle her nose sweetly. "We've only just started over and I don't want to rush into anything or pressure you or – I don't know – jinx this, I guess. I want this – us – to be solid, to last. I don't want this to be a mistake." He kissed her chastely in apology.
"Derek..." She affixed him with a stern expression. "You'll be making a mistake if you don't shut up and kiss me." He still looked a little unsure, so she murmured, "I'm sure. I want to do this."
"Good." He pulled her in for a passionate kiss, one hand tangling in her hair, the other sliding along her thigh, up under her skirt.
"Upstairs?" she suggested.
In answer, he flipped them so she was laying back on the couch with him hovering over her, making her squeal in surprise. She giggled as he latched his lips on her collarbone before gradually trailing downwards until he hit the neckline of her dress where he hesitated.
"It's okay," she reassured him with a tender smile. As if to prove it to him, she slipped the straps down her shoulders, giving him the chance to tug the dress down to expose her breasts.
He accepted the invitation, pulling her dress down until it pooled around her waist, leaving her chest clad only in a lacy red bra. For a moment, he tried not to stare, feeling lecherous almost, even though she'd given him permission.
His hesitation only lasted a moment, though, before she twined her fingers with his, bringing his hand up to cup one of her breasts. Emboldened by her encouragement, he took the lead, brushing a thumb across her nipple, making her gasp his name and she was forced to release her grip on his hand to steady herself.
Hearing his name fall from her lips in the heat of the moment instantly became his favourite sound and he wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over again for the rest of his life.
He went to work on the clasp of her bra, eager to expose more of her tender flesh. Seemingly having the same idea, she tugged at the hem of his shirt – the task made significantly more difficult by the way his lips were travelling ever downwards along the column of her throat.
Sensing her impatience, he laughed and reached down to remove his shirt for her and, in the process, his elbow bumped into a nearby vase, sending it crashing down to the floor.
"My mother loved that..." Emily remarked, staring at the shards.
"I am so sorry..." he started apologizing profusely, afraid that he may have ruined the moment with his clumsiness.
"I think I like you even more now," she interrupted, eyes sparkling with mischief.
His lips once again crashed down on hers as he worked to tug her dress down over her hips, leaving her in nothing but her lacy red panties.
Before he could remove those, though, she managed to ask, words interspersed with kisses, "Do you... Do you have a...you know...protection?"
He nodded, reaching for the back pocket of his jeans to pull out his wallet. "What?" he asked, noticing her raised brow.
"You came prepared, huh?" she teased.
"No, it's not like that..." he rushed to explain, using the momentary pause to shuck off his pants and boxer-briefs. "It's just..."
She shook her head, smiling. "Relax, I'm only kidding. I'd rather you come prepared than not at all..." She winked at him at the double entendre. As he rolled on the condom, she slid off her panties and slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping them slowly in and out.
Derek hummed appreciatively, pausing to watch. "Starting without me, Princess?" he asked with a mock pout.
"Just getting myself ready for you," she husked. "It's been awhile..." she added shyly.
He moved to kneel on either side of her hips, gently wrapping his fingers around her wrist to stop her movement. "I'll be gentle," he promised, pressing a kiss to her wrist.
She smiled up at him. "I trust you. Now, shut up and fuck me."
He laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
As they basked in the afterglow, limbs tangled together, he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. She tipped her chin up to smile at him and kiss him properly. "You good?" she murmured against his lips.
"Better than good," he assured her. "I know this going to sound cheesy and cliche because of...what we just did, but... God, Em, I love you. And I know you just got out of a big relationship and it's going to take some time." He shook his head, realizing he was rambling. "You mean the world to me and I don't want you to doubt that for even a second."
"I never have," she promised. "You're not exactly subtle."
"Hey," he said with a pout. "I just said something really nice and you're teasing me?"
She laughed. "I'm just messing with you. You know I love you too, right?"
"Of course you do."
She gently punched him in the shoulder. "You're an ass."
"But I'm your ass."