Author's note: Well, here we are at last, lol! Derek and Casey are finally about to get down to business, as it were. I'm thinking of doing an epilogue, instead of putting another scene after the sex. One, because I really, really, wanted to get this posted. And two...well, I haven't gotten beyond the sex yet. This chapter picks up, literally, right where we left of in the previous chapter. Enjoy!
Music suggestions: 'Can't breathe' by Fefe Dobson and Orianthi, 'You got me' by Colbie Calliat, 'Have you ever needed someone so bad' by Def Leppard.
Disclaimer: Life With Derek does not belong to me.
Perchance to Dream: Merging of Fantasies
Shaking his head to clear the fog, Derek then shifted back and forth as he wrestled his pants and boxers down his hips to his knees.
"Open it." Derek ordered in a low tone, his voice raspy as he looked past her to the condom packet clutched between her forefinger and thumb.
Closing her teeth around one edge of the foil, Casey slowly ripped it open, gingerly exposing the milky white circle inside.
Reaching up, Derek pinched his fingers around the condom and pulled it free of the packaging. Tenting up the tip with his other hand, he then closed his fingers around it and took it under the covers, rolling onto his back.
Casey avidly watched the path his hands took, biting her lip when they abruptly stopped at a larger tent, this one formed by his arousal for her.
"Are you doing it right?" Casey questioned after approximately five seconds, her eyes fixed on the bulge where his occupied hands were. "I remember how to apply it. They showed us in our sex ed course." Casey informed him primly.
"I was there, too, Case. I've got it." Derek replied in as offhand a tone as he could manage with his hand sliding around his shaft, guiding the condom into place as he held the tip a few centimeters above the head.
"Alright, it's on." Derek informed Casey a few seconds later, his hands falling to his sides. He then laid there stiffly, unsure of how to make the next move.
Casey mirrored his position, clasping her hands to her chest as her fingers twisted each other nervously.
"This is awkward." Casey admitted in a stilted tone, staring at the ceiling. Neither of them moved after her declaration.
"Maybe I should..." Derek said, turning his head to speak as well as gesturing a "rolling over" motion.
"Right." Casey finished decisively, nodding her head curtly and holding up the covers around her minutely. Her heart pounded in her chest wildly as Derek rolled and settled his frame on top of hers. They were both mostly naked - in the areas that mattered - and about to have sex. It couldn't get any more surreal. Her insides fluttered and twisted in anticipation.
"Casey, I..." Derek began, cutting himself off as his gaze skittered away from hers.
"What? What is it?" Casey asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as he hovered over her, indecision coming through clearly in the tenseness she felt straining his taut muscles.
"I just..." Derek began fitfully, restlessly pushing his fingers through his hair. The gesture brought his face closer to Casey's, and she sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't want to be a disappointment. To you."
"Derek..." Casey crooned affectionately, lightly trailing her fingertips up his bare torso until she reached his face. "You won't be a..."
"No, Casey. I mean like this." Derek interrupted shortly, meeting her eyes. He moved one hand underneath the covers and touched her bare outer thigh. "It's probably not gonna last very long, and won't be all that great for you. I just...I want to make you feel good, but I won't physically be able to this time."
Casey smiled warmly, and reassuringly brushed Derek's misbehaving hair out of his eyes. "That's alright. I'm waiting for you to catch up, anyway." Casey replied softly, a teasing glint in her eyes as she removed her hands from his face.
Placing one on his hip, she felt around with the other until she found his pulsing manhood. Fisting her hand around him gently, she urged him forward. With a low grumbling sound that she'd never heard from him before, Derek followed her coaxing and pressed into her.
"This is it. No turning back now." Derek said in a hushed tone, his tone slightly questioning as the tip of his penis pressed at her entrance.
In response, Casey's fingers clenched against his hip, squeezing the flesh right above his backside, at the same time tightening her fist around his shaft and flicking her hips forward. Releasing her grip on his penis, Casey affixed her other hand to his other hip and squeezed her eyes shut, the head of his penis jutting inside of her.
"Does it hurt?" Derek asked, his voice strained but concerned as he stared down at her.
Shaking her head negatively, she forced her eyes open. "Not exactly. It feels...weird." Casey attempted to describe, feeling as if her heart were going to pound right through her ribcage. Derek was inside her. Literally inside her.
"Can I move?" Derek asked, his tone taking on a desperate quality.
"Just...try a slow, forward rocking motion." Casey supplied, her tone slightly analytical as she wriggled her hips uncomfortably. The motion caused him to slide in a couple centimeters deeper, and the discomfort felt vaguely like panic. She forced the feeling away. It was just an unfamiliar intrusion, and could only get better with familiarization. Something she hoped Derek would help her with. "The uncomfortable sensation will likely pass once you're fully inside me and I've had time to adjust."
Attempting to follow her instruction, Derek was able to execute one short, shallow thrust before pausing again, dropping his forehead against her neck and exhaling a frustrated breath.
"Casey." Derek breathed against her neck, his breaths already ragged. "My brain and my hips are having trouble agreeing right now, and my hips don't want slow and shallow. And I'm already most of the way to the finish line."
"Oh." Casey replied, unsure of how to respond. Sliding her legs up until her feet were firmly planted, instead of the slightly bent position they'd been in, Casey thrust her hips upward, Derek's penis piercing her maidenhood to come to a stop hilt-deep inside her.
A strained gasp escaped her lips and she winced, due more to surprise than pain, as a sharp, icy-hot kind of pain flared through her abdomen at the sudden, piercing intrusion. It reminded her of whenever she tried to stretch out after months of not dancing. The kind of pain that one expected, but could live with because you knew it was supposed to be there and would go away once you got back into the routine. Something slightly past a pin-prick, but definitely not at the knife stab other end of the spectrum.
Distantly, she heard Derek mumble a crude word against her skin, one that sounded vaguely like what they were about to be doing.
And then he was moving, the occasional helpless sound passing Derek's lips as his hips pistoned back and forth quickly. Hugging her arms around his back and hooking one leg around his backside, Casey clung to him as he bucked wildly above her. With every thrust, the uncomfortable feeling ebbed away and curiosity began to take hold. A foreign sensation that began to blossom with each stroke, a sense of urgency that had nothing to do with Derek's estimated time of arrival. Something that would come out of hiding with a little coaxing.
Taking her left hand away from his back, she eased her hand between their bodies, and touched herself. It wouldn't hurt to help herself along, right?
Pulling back minutely to read her face, Derek made a conscious attempt to speak.
"Are you...are you pleasuring yourself, Case?" Derek finally forced out, his voice strained and gravelly, unconsciously twisting his hips at an angle that wouldn't crush Casey's hand between them.
Was it even possible to masterbate and have sex at the same time?
Nodding her head affirmatively, Casey then bit her lower lip between her teeth, her entire body arching provocatively as his new angle, combined with her well-practiced fingers rubbing her clitoris in just the right way, ensured an orgasm was close at hand. Her hips rose and fell to pace Derek's harried thrusts, as desperate for release as him.
"Would you let me watch sometime?" Derek questioned, his breaths coming out in pants. His climax was close, he could feel it as his shaft swelled and other parts of his body tightened almost to the point of pain. His thrusts became short and succinct, scarcely pulling more than an inch out each time as his climax neared. And knowing that Casey was fingering herself, ensuring that she would get her own release, turned him on like nothing else.
"I've dreamt about it. Letting you watch as I ride you." Casey whispered in a sultry tone, kissing any bare skin she could reach between words. Her hand hooked around his shoulder, clutching tightly. "Watch me rub my sex as your manhood slides in and out of me."
"Oh God." Derek exclaimed, burying his penis deep inside her one final time. Exhaling a pleasured groan, Derek stilled above her, the condom collecting the aftereffects of his climax.
Breathless gasps fell from Casey's lips as she stroked her clitoris harder and faster, her orgasm tearing through her ruthlessly, the feel of Derek still inside her intensifying the sensations. Her lips parted in grasping sighs and her eyes grew wide, clinging to Derek's gaze, as well as his body, as hers trembled in ecstacy.
Derek collapsed partially off Casey, his limbs going boneless and unable to move him any further than that. He could feel Derek Jr. going soft, still fully sheathed within Casey, but couldn't muster the strength to care enough to pull out. Besides, from the lock her limbs had on him, she didn't plan to let him move anyway.
Casey. He'd just made love with Casey. Quite literally the girl of his dreams.
A face splitting grin spread across his mouth, hidden behind Casey's right shoulder. She could never know that she'd totally just rocked his world, a million times better than any fantasy. She'd never let him live it down. Of course, if things went according to plan, there were a lot more important things to worry about. Like her withholding sex to win an argument. Because, when that did happen, he'd never win an argument with Casey ever again. Especially when she said his name just the right way. He'd never hear it the same way again. It already made him sort-of hard just thinking about it.
"So...what happens now?" Casey asked after a few minutes of silence, when their heavy breathing calmed into a more relaxed pattern.
Derek rolled off of Casey, his manhood slipping free of its mooring. He pretended to really consider the matter as he pulled the spent condom from his shaft and deposited it in the wastebasket beside Casey's bed.
"We could always try one of those shoulder variations." Derek suggested, shrugging one shoulder as he curled into the fetal position, facing Casey.
"Der-ek, I'm being serious here." Casey complained half-heartedly, pulling a tissue from the box beside her bed and bringing it under the blankets to blot away the wetness between her legs. Moments later, she leaned over Derek to throw the red splotched tissue in the wastebasket. She balanced her chin on one hand, the other clasping her elbow as she leaned on his chest over him. Her rumpled hair cascaded around their heads, heating the air between them slightly.
"So was I." Derek returned, exasperation lacing his tone and his expression. "That box has ten condoms in it, and we've got lost time to make up for."
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So, was the ending too abrupt? I thought it'd be nice to end on a light note, and save the fam episode for another chapter. Well...was it satisfying and worth the wait? I always enjoy writing Dasey, with their teasing banter and unresolved sexual tension! Now, in this regard, it is resolved. You're welcome, lol.