The minute they entered the hotel room, she felt the air shift. Not in a bad way, in a good way. Maybe. Tension that hadn't been there before buzzed as she closed the door behind them and when Derek turned around to say something to her, she closed the distance and stretched up on her tip toes and kissed him softly.

His mouth tasted of residual hazelnut coffee from breakfast, and his hands clamped down around her waist. His little whimper made her want to claw off his shirt, and when he unexpectedly hoisted her into his arms, she was pretty sure her pussy convulsed. Him lifting her so effortlessly was one of the hottest things she'd ever experienced.

As they kissed, his tender shyness blossomed into hungry, hot possession. His mouth devoured hers. Plundered and took. Dominated. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and she squirmed in his grasp, the damp gusset of her panties grinding into her clit. His tongue slithered its way into her mouth, so much bigger than hers, and she sucked eagerly on it, listening to his low growl of pleasure. One hand gripped her ass and squeezed as he walked them to the bed.

He stretched them both across it and, without hesitation, stripped off the black henley he'd worn to breakfast. All his muscular chest, scattered with acne and blushed red with heat, was on display, and she craned her neck, sucking and biting across the unmarked skin. Something primal and hungry wanted to see him covered in love bites.

Her love bites.

"Chloe, baby, stop."

She immediately obeyed, wondering if she'd taken things too far, but all he did was grasp the bottom of the hoodie he'd swathed her in and yank it off her, taking her T-shirt with it. Her chest heaved as blood roared in her ears when he stared down at her with eyes so soft but intense it took her breath away.

Without prompting, she unclasped her bra and dropped it somewhere on the floor. He didn't hesitate to wrap his hot mouth around her nipples, sucking and tugging gently with his teeth as she squirmed and sobbed and whimpered his name over and over. Her hand knotted in his long hair and tugged again and again as he soothed the delicious sting of his teeth scraping her overly-sensitive nipples with his tongue or a puff of cool breath. He sucked and nibbled until she sobbed in frustration, sweat blooming in patches all over her, and her nipples pulsed and throbbed when he relieved them of its sensual torture.

His hand that had been squeezing her hip slipped between her thighs and rubbed her through the soft denim of her jeans. Her clit throbbed despite the barrier of fabric.

She needed them off.

Right now.

Her trembling hands reached between them and she quickly unfastened the button of her jeans and yanked them down her legs, ignoring how it chafed her skin. Her panties followed and soon she was naked except for the cool chain of her pendant.

"God, Chloe," he said in a low voice, nothing more than a whimper really, as his pupil-blown eyes met hers. His face was pink all over, and she couldn't stop herself from cupping his jaw, feeling the silky-soft skin and the barest hint of stubble despite him shaving this morning, and he leaned into her touch, eyes slamming shut.

They stayed like that for a moment, and she basked in the solid warmth of him above her, the slight twinge of muscles in her inguinal protested at how it was being stretched accommodate such a wide waist, the sound of his breathing.

Neither of them spoke.

She was marveling at rightness of it—this moment, being with him. It felt like some void that had been in her that she didn't know about had been filled. She inhaled his scent, drinking him in, and felt the warm sting of happy tears. He smelled like coming home.

"Are you okay?" he asked when he noticed the slight stream of tears coming from her eyes.

It took her a moment or two to collect herself enough to speak, and even then her voice was thin and soft. It hurt to speak. "Yeah. This just feels…" She was embarrassed, too shy to tell him that he felt like home, but his next words made her smile.

"…right. Like there's nowhere else I'd rather be. It feels like coming home," he murmured, eyes soft and hazy, and she was shocked at the depth of emotion in them. His expression changed, going from uncertain and shy to tender and so heart-achingly sweet. "I know you didn't ask for this. For us. But I want this to work. I want this. Probably more than I should."

"Me too," she croaked and leaned up, giving him a small kiss on the lips.

As the kiss deepened, he moaned into her mouth and the vibration sent shockwaves through her. His hand slipped between her thighs and, as he pulled away to look down at where his middle finger—his thick, thick, deliciously large middle finger—circled her clit, he reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants.

Realizing he needed both hands to take his sweats and underwear off, he huffed angrily and stopped touching her, soothing her panicked, hungry little cries with a soft brush of his lips across her knee. It wasn't the sexiest spot but it was the closest he could reach as he yanked his sweats and underwear off.

"Do…they have condoms in the side-drawer," she said, watching him with keen eyes as he settled himself between her thighs again. The heat of him was comforting, and she couldn't think of anything else she'd ever experienced that felt so good.

"Gonna make you cum before that," he said in reply.

His hand came back to her throbbing, swollen clit and circled it relentlessly, making her shriek his name and claw at his arms.

"Fuck, fuck!" she gasped raggedly as he gave her a smoldering look before he laid himself flat along the bed and wrapped his hot mouth around her clit. Her scream reverberated around the room as the heat and suction replaced his finger which had now found the entrance of her gushing pussy and slipped inside gingerly.

His finger stretched her, and she couldn't help how she clenched around its thickness, rocking her hips. The sight of Derek's messy black hair between her thighs was dizzying and arousing in equal measure. While his tongue flicked across her clit and he alternated between swiping it and sucking at it gently, he eased his finger in and out of her until she trembled. Her thighs ached as her back arched while she writhed and squirmed.

"Can I put two fingers in?" he rasped against the wet folds of her pussy.

She moaned her consent to the walls and there was the stretching ache as her pussy struggled, sopping and drenched as it was, to accommodate the additional thick finger. He ran his hand along her trembling thigh, shushing her gently, sucking her clit again in hopes to ease his discomfort.

When it quit aching so badly, he began to move his fingers. God, she'd never felt so full before. She keened and babbled, yanking on his hair as she rode his tongue. His fingers curled and she jolted, screaming shrilly, as her orgasm gathered. She was so, so fucking close. The wet bed sheets picked at her hot skin as she squirmed and bucked and writhed like a wild animal, her juicy pussy squelching and slurping around Derek's fat fingers, his lips suctioning her clit almost painfully.

When she came, she sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes, as the waves wracked through her so hard she nearly kneed Derek. The waves continued, making her jerk and tremble, as he crawled up her body and held her, smoothed her hair back, and murmured sweet nothings.

Her breathing evened out as the last of the aftershocks left her.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, obviously frightened and concerned at the intensity of her orgasm.

"Yeah. It was just really intense…really good."

As she lay there against his chest, his arm around her neck, she basked in the afterglow and catalogued them. She was so wet, she was surprised there wasn't a puddle under her ass, and Derek's red mouth and chin were shining with her slick. She turned her face up and kissed him solidly, moaning at the taste of her own juices on his mouth, and he grasped her ass, squeezing it.

When they broke apart, she said, "Condom?"