The inferno raged within, a desperate, consuming blaze I surrendered to. Every nerve ending screamed, a wildfire licking across my skin, only finding solace where Derick's touch ignited a counter-current. A guttural sound escaped me as his hand traced a path, delving deeper, a dare whispered against my trembling flesh. His knees, a firm anchor, parted my yielding thighs as his body pressed closer. My knuckles bleached white against the sheets, the only anchor in the storm of sensation. Above me, his eyes, dark pools reflecting the firestorm, held me captive. His fingers, impossibly gentle yet fiercely possessive, found the thin barrier of my panties, a tease that intensified the heat pooling low and aching for release. I could feel the desperate slickness seeping through the fabric, a liquid trail tracing the crack of my ass. A blush, a fiery bloom of shame and desperate want, crawled across my face, a confession that only seemed to stoke the inferno in his gaze.
"Cassy," Derick's voice was a raw, gravelly rumble that clawed at my nerves, a primal sound that fanned the scorching inferno within me. His touch was a brand, his finger tracing a path along my skin, a whisper against the damp silk of my panties as he nudged them aside. A low, guttural growl, thick with a possessive hunger that vibrated through his chest and into mine, tore from him as he met the slick, trembling proof of my desperate desire. My breath hitched. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a silken thread, deceptively soft, yet laced with an undeniable authority that snagged my gaze, pulling me back into the fathomless depths of his eyes.
Derick plunged a finger deep, a deliberate, almost possessive exploration, curling inside me. This was exquisite torture, a desperate, clawing ache for oblivion, for completion. He smirked, his lips a searing brand against my mouth, a whispered dare. "Still breathing?" His voice was a low, guttural rumble, a predatory amusement. "You're already trying to devour me, mate." With a wicked, sharp grin, he began to thrust, each agonizingly slow in-and-out a promise of more, his mouth a relentless journey up my jawline, pulling a raw, desperate arch from my core.
My moans became ragged screams as he pushed another finger in, his palm crushing against my clit with every thrust. His mouth found my ear, a hot, wet invasion, and I latched onto him, my hands clawing his shoulders, my nails tearing at his skin. He took my lobe into his mouth, a savage tug that unleashed a shuddering groan, my breath catching in frantic, animalistic gasps. Then, the abrupt, aching emptiness as his fingers abandoned me, and he sat up.
"Derick?" The word ripped from my throat, a raw plea as I pushed myself up, my elbows burning against the sheets.
His gaze, dark and consuming, locked onto the whisper of silk clinging to my skin. I felt the drag of it, a tantalizing friction against my bruised back as he began to lift, the fabric a deliberate tease climbing my body. The air thickened, charged with a desperate anticipation as the last thread was swept away, leaving me naked, exposed, and utterly vulnerable beneath his scrutiny. Then he descended, a heavy, intoxicating weight pinning me, his mouth finding mine with a hunger that stole my breath, his bare chest a scorching brand against my hardening nipples. My fingers, trembling with a need I could no longer deny, fumbled at the buckle of his belt.
Derick shed his trousers with an almost casual grace, my eyes bulging at his length. Then, his mouth descended, a slow, deliberate journey down my chest, over the curve of my stomach, his breath a phantom heat against my skin. When his lips finally met the damp silk of my panties, a shudder ran through me. He lingered there, his tongue a teasing exploration against the thin barrier, and then, with a soft sigh, he pulled them down, the last vestige of my modesty dissolving into the air.
His gaze, when it met mine, was a fierce, possessive approval. "Beautiful," he murmured. He held my legs open with his hands, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Then, his mouth claimed me. It began with a slow, deliberate tasting, a drag of his tongue that sent tremors through my body. He dragged out the pleasure, each movement agonizingly tender, yet impossibly intense. I could feel the slickness pooling. My breath hitched, ragged gasps tearing from my throat as I felt myself spiraling towards a release. My fingers tightened in his hair, a silent plea, my voice a choked whisper of his name, "Derick..."
My world narrowed to the exquisite pleasure he inflicted, the relentless pressure building. He devoured me with his mouth, each lick, each slow, drawing pull sending waves of heat through me. My hips arched instinctively, a desperate offering as the climax clawed its way to the surface. "Derick," I cried out again, the sound raw and unbound, my body thrumming with so much need it felt like it would shatter me. Just as I thought I could bear it no longer, just as my vision blurred, his tongue withdrew, leaving behind an aching void.
His mouth latched onto me again not just sucking, but devouring my clit. Again, his fingers, those skilled architects of my unraveling, plunged deep, an insistent, rhythmic invasion that dragged me to the precipice, then shoved me over. My hips bucked, a primal, desperate rhythm, to shatter myself against his face. "Derick, please!" The plea was ripped from my throat, a raw, ragged sound teetering on the edge of a scream. Then, a brutal, exquisite twist. His fingers, curled, finding a nerve, and the universe dissolved into blinding, shattering stars. "Yesss!" It was a broken whisper and a defiant roar all at once.
He paused, his gaze meeting mine, between my thighs. And in his eyes, a predatory fire, a hunger so potent it felt illicit, like a crime written in the language of pure, unadulterated desire. "I want to feel you cum on my face, baby," he rasped, the words a rough caress against my skin as his lips traced the trembling landscape of my inner thigh. His fingers remained, a relentless pulse, a rhythmic storm raging within me. Then, he drew on in my clit again, a fierce, possessive suck that stole my breath, and sent me spiraling, utterly, gloriously over the edge.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, a testament to the exquisite waves that convulsed me around his fingers, leaving them slick with my release. He drew his mouth from my clit, the intense sensation finally urging him to pull his fingers free. Leaning back, he surveyed me, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. A slow smile touched his lips as he brought his fingers to them, a low groan escaping him as he sucked, igniting a fresh heat that deepened the flush on my face. "You taste so fucking good," he rasped, the raw edge of his voice amplifying the moment.
With a final, possessive tug at my thighs, he pulled me flush against him. The exquisite friction of his cock against my already-sensitive clit was almost unbearable. He met my gaze, his blue eyes a mirror to my own racing heart. "I love you," he breathed again, and then he positioned himself, pressing into my entrance. My body opened for him, my walls stretching to accommodate a fullness that far surpassed the gentle pressure of his fingers.
The sudden jolt of pain made me inhale sharply, my eyes involuntarily clamping shut. Derick immediately eased his pressure. When I opened my eyes, I saw a flicker of concern, quickly replaced by something else – apprehension – in his gaze. But before he could retreat into his own thoughts, I drew him closer, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him in just a little further. His look was one of pure surprise.
"I'm okay," I reassured him, my voice thick. "I want you. I want this." I saw the tense knot in his throat loosen as he swallowed, and then his head dipped, his lips brushing the curve of my eye where a tear had traced its path. "I'll go slow, to let you adjust," he said gently, his kisses trailing to my neck where the claim mark was. He sucked on it, and a wave of intense pleasure went through me, just like every time he sucked on that spot. I let out a deep moan and rocked my hips against him, wanting to feel him deeper. He grunted and started easing in again, hitting a bundle and stopping. My walls still stretched painfully, but a different pleasure was also starting to build.
I grabbed his head and brought his lips to mine, kissing him, letting my tongue swipe his lower lip. Derick granted me entrance this time and I explored his mouth, feeling the tension start to ease. This part was going to hurt the most, but it had to be done. I pulled back from the kiss, a trail of saliva leaving our mouths. "Do it, Derick," I demanded, lifting my hips to try and press into him more.
Derick inhaled a breath so deep it felt like it scraped against his very soul, a tremor passing through him as he withdrew, a mere whisper of contact at my entrance. Then, his mouth crashed down on mine a desperate communion. He surged into me, and the pain, a white-hot brand, ignited instantly. A ragged whimper clawed its way from my throat, lost against his lips, and a fresh cascade of tears tracked hot paths down my cheeks. Derick didn't move, didn't shift his hips, instead, his mouth became a desperate, soothing balm, kissing each tear away, giving me the brutal, stolen moment to adjust. His hand found its way between my thighs, his thumb finding my clit again. He sucked a raw, possessive claim at my throat, and I clung to him, my fingers digging into the thick rope of his hair, as his thumb began its merciless, exquisite circuit.
My legs, taut as violin strings, clamped around his hips, drawing him closer. My head tipped back, a gasp escaping as a molten wave of pleasure, sharp and exquisite, surged through me. When the tension became unbearable, a silent plea he couldn't ignore, I arched into him, my body a desperate, seeking thing.
A guttural sound, ripped from the depths of his chest, tore through the air as Derick surrendered to the storm. His rhythm shifted, a primal force unleashed. He pulled back, only to drive into me with a savage, demanding intensity. The pleasure that exploded then was a wildfire, consuming every trace of the earlier discomfort, erasing it as if it had never been. My entire being vibrated with the raw, unadulterated ecstasy of his possession.
"Cassy. Look at me." Derick's voice, a guttural rumble that vibrated through me, commanded my gaze. My breath hitched, a desperate plea escaping my lips as my eyes locked with his. The sheer, raw intensity burning there was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He was a predator, and I, his willing prey. Each deliberate, agonizingly slow movement was a symphony of sensation, a torturous crescendo that built within me. I felt him, a searing brand, claiming every inch of me with an unnerving patience. "You. Are. Mine." The words were a possessive growl, a vow etched into my soul as he plunged deeper, an undeniable declaration that shattered my defenses. My own voice, a ragged whisper, a surrender choked with longing, replied, "Yours."
My fingers coiled around his nape, a desperate anchor, yanking him to me. His rhythm surged, a violent echo of my own spiraling ascent. This time, my lips claimed the tender curve of his throat, drawing a guttural growl, a shiver that resonated deep within his frame. The heat radiating from him, the frantic beat of his heart against my chest – I knew he was teetering on the precipice, just as I was. Then, his mouth found mine again, a desperate collision, while his thumb pressed harder against my clit. The exquisite pressure, a symphony of sensation, built to an unbearable level. He shifted, a predatory angle, and the sudden, the friction sent a desperate moan escaping my lips.
"Come for me, Cassy," Derick's voice was a raw, husky rasp, a command that shattered my resolve. My body convulsed, a frantic clenching, and I was flung headlong into the blinding supernova of my release. My nails, sharp talons of pure sensation, tore into his shoulder as the orgasm ripped through me. His rhythm hammered, a desperate, primal cadence, until with a shuddering buck, he was undone, a deep, resonant thrust sending me spiraling on another wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. As the last waves of pleasure receded, Derick withdrew, a soft hiss escaping my lips as the lingering sensitivity flared. He then settled beside me, drawing me close against his chest. With all tension melted away, my eyelids grew heavy, his nose nuzzling into the curve of my neck.