Chapter 5
AN: Warning: strong sexual content coming up, for those with tender sensibilities!
For a moment, Derek stood there, drawing his breath in, trying to tamp down the absolute aggression that he was feeling. It was hot, passionate, and it was making him crazy. He ran a hand over his face, disgusted with himself. Then he did the only thing he could think of to shut her up, the only thing he really wanted to do for the past ten minutes. His mouth crashed down on hers.
His lips were hard on hers, demanding full access to her mouth. The absolute rush of feeling that hit her forbade her from any protesting. It was exhilarating, almost frightening in intensity. She opened her mouth, and the thrust of his tongue against hers caused shivers to run down her spine. Never in her life had she been kissed like this.
The pressure of the kiss varied then, drawing her deeper into his spell. She felt drugged, liquid warmth pooling all over her body. It was hard to think of anything besides his soft lips on hers. She actually started to sway on her feet, she felt so boneless from his kisses.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes, trying so hard to get closer to him. He sensed what she needed. His hands gripped her bottom and pulled her close to him, his thigh in between hers giving her added support. One hand came up to cup her breast, the other pressed her higher, harder onto his thigh. She could feel the heat of his arousal against her hip, hard and insistent. She couldn't help it; a moan escaped her lips.
Pushing her against the door, he continued to kiss her neck, sucking, licking, even gently biting with a passion that he didn't know he contained. He pushed her multilayer skirt out of his way, needing to get under that fabric. His hand then found the edge of her panties; with a flick of his wrist, the fabric tore. She gasped in surprise as his long fingers found her softest flesh, the remnants of her undergarment sliding onto the floor.
He captured her mouth again, drawing her deeper into his seduction with each stroke of his tongue, each caress of his fingers over her wetness. She was moaning in earnest now, nothing could've kept her quiet.
"Tell me no, Penelope," he groaned near her ear, his hot breath burning her sensitive skin. "Tell me to stop."
She just turned her head to capture his lips again, to beg for more from him. Wrong or right, she needed this, wanted this, with every breath in her body.
Something must've snapped in him. His movements grew more aggressive; he kissed her harder, deeper. She felt him flip open the button of his jeans, draw down his zip. He looked straight at her, his eyes hot, hooded. He muttered, "Wrap your legs around me."
She quaked with want, but worry crept in too. "I'm too hea-" she started to say, but the look on his face absolutely stopped her. There was no argument. She needed to comply, wanted to comply more than anything. She raised her left leg, to hook it around his hip.
Roughly, he pulled her other leg up, settling her against the door, before thrusting hard into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as he reared into her. First, his movements were slow, steady, then faster and faster, stroking endlessly. He groaned, a guttered sound against her neck, a fine sheen of sweat coating his brow.
"Oh, my God, baby girl," he moaned, bracing her on his legs as he continued to thrust over and over. The feel of her was something he knew he would never forget. She was so tight, sweet, everything he needed. He could fall hard for her, even harder than he already had. She was perfect for him.
"Derek!" she screamed, and he felt her convulse around him, pulsing and tightening, trembling in his arms. There was nothing more beautiful in the world than his goddess in the throes of ecstasy. That was his last thought before he gave himself over to her, body and soul, in an earth shattering climax.