Faded Cotton (Erotic Romance) (16 page)

She slid her fingers inside the waistband of
his underwear to pull them out, and down, allowing his manhood to
spring free. They both took a sharp breath as he was exposed to
her. Hesitating just a moment to take in the sight, she smiled and
then proceeded to strip him of his remaining clothes. He kicked
them aside. What she imagined was true. Revealing his arousal, his
big, flared tip beaded wet, glistening in the flickering light.

She stood back to admire him, head to toe.
Legs spread slightly, he stood, and crossed his arms, his erection
bouncing against his abdomen. His self-confidence was sexy.

“We have a problem.” Derrick said softly
drawing her to him. She continued to study his body and her smile
grew into a lustful grin.

“Oh?” she questioned playfully.

“You’re still dressed.” The liquid baritone
melted her further.

Derrick pulled her close and tugged her shirt
up slowly over her head. He stopped to admire the view.

The tops of her breasts, glowing in the
candlelight, were perched in a red lacey bra, threatening to spill
over. He admired them; round, full and perfect for his hands.
Derrick stroked a long finger between them and she shivered in
delight. His touch was electric on her skin, sending sparks
straight down to the apex of her thighs.

He looked at her, searching for permission.
She nodded. His fingers traveled low to her jeans; he unbuttoned
and unzipped her, pushing them off her hips slowly. She shuddered
as they trailed down her legs, and she stepped out of them.

Now the lacy red bra and panties was the only
thing left between them, the only thing keeping them from melding
fully with each other. His fingers traveled everywhere, feeling,
memorizing.

He shocked her as he dipped his fingers
quickly underneath her panties to cup her soft mound, teasing her
as if to beg for entrance. She moaned at the surprise and her legs
threatening to give way once more. He let his fingers trail back
out in a slow stroke of her nether lips. It jolted her. Want. Need.
Heat. She could feel her wetness pool.

Hooking his fingers into her panties, he
pulled them down her hips and off. He knelt in front of her,
kissing her hips, inhaling her scent. He kissed a trail back to her
breasts, then rose to handle the clasp of her bra.

The rush of feeling his face at her hips
threatened to topple her; she could feel herself swelling in want.
When he pulled her bra forward, her breasts bounced free and he
chuckled in delight. Tossing the garment aside, he cupped each one
firmly.

Unsure that he would like what he found, she looked
down studying his loving touch and then looked up at him with
worried eyes.

He felt their weight, stroked the unmatched softness
and stared, mesmerized, completely taken. He stroked them with his
thumbs, his length twitching at her reaction to his touch. Firm
brown-pink nipples now pebbled between his fingers. Derrick met her
eyes reassuring her, “They’re perfect.”

He wanted to taste her, to nibble on all of her.
Overwhelmed by their intimacy he pulled her close, pressing his
erection against her, both groaning at the feel of it, hot and hard
against her abdomen.

Derrick kissed her, then nibbled at her neck, snaking
a line with his lips down to first one nipple and then the other,
tasting, nipping, licking. Laurel arched against him.

She stepped to the bed, climbing into the luxury,
beckoning him to join her. As she crawled in, she treated him to a
glimpse of her wet sex. A tingle ran down his spine. He followed
her into the center of the bed and pulled her close, kissing her,
wanting her, needing her, but waiting for her to lead.

“First things first.” A lustful grin spread across
her lovely face as Laurel pushed him to his back. “I want this to
last.” Without hesitation, she pulled her leg over him and sat
astride his hips. Derrick shuddered hard and his length bounced
against her rear, teasing her. She kissed his lips once more and
then began to slide down his torso.

Fire ran through her as his straining erection grazed
her wet nether lips. She nearly lost patience; she shivered,
wanting to impale herself on him right then, her hips jerked at the
thought. She forced herself past the temptation, and continued her
downward trek, kissing and licking him along the way. “We’re gonna
slow you down, cowboy,” she said affectionately.

Derrick was trembling, as she arched over him
trailing down to his waist with her mouth. “You don’t have to...,”
Derrick started.

“Shhh.” She touched her pouting lips with her finger,
then dipped them further down his body caressing his hips and the
inside of his thighs. Taking his length in her hand, she stroked
him with her fingers.

Kissing him at his base, she could feel him shaking
in anticipation. Her touch was gentle; she could feel his package
pull up hard to his body, his erection like steel. She smiled and
began a path from his strong base to wet tip, her lips lightly
nipping and tongue caressing.

His groans and sighs encouraged her. She could feel
her heat building, her passage wet, throbbing.

Enjoying the fiery jolts she was sending coursing
through him, she reached the flared head, tasted his wet tip, and
then circled it lovingly with her tongue.

Derrick dug his hands into the bed. She could feel
him arch to her as she took him into her mouth. He pulled away,
then pushed to bathe deeper into her soft mouth, enjoying the sweet
agony of intense sensation.

She felt him propping himself up, hesitating. She
stopped, looking up she saw a flash of worry in his eyes. “I know
you can’t last long like this, baby, that’s the point.” She smiled
at him. He sank back into the bed and closed his eyes. She took him
into her mouth again.

She listened and felt as she licked and sucked and
stroked. Slow, then faster, then slow again, until she heard his
frustration and felt his fullness. Settling in a strong, steady
pace, she felt her soft mound graze against his leg. The need to
have him deep inside her intensified.

She could feel him grow more rigid, threating to
explode. She laved the soft skin taut over hard iron, her lips
firmly around him. Feeling him start to pulse, she drove him deeper
into her throat as he came. Hard. His body shook as he roared into
an intense climax. He grabbed in abandon at her hair, pulling her
to him. He shook until the pulses subsided. She continued to lap
him, taking all that he had to offer, until he had softened and
calmed.

Laurel crossed her arms and lay on his hip watching
him finish coming down. It made her happy and fueled her
anticipation. He opened his eyes, blinking, slowly reorienting.
They shared a smile of satisfaction. She pulled herself alongside
him as he opened his arms to her, gathering her in to him.

“You are an amazing woman.” She bit her bottom lip
trying to hold back a lustful grin.

“And you are one incredibly sexy, inspiring, man.”
That garnered his million-dollar smile and she was taken in again.
She bit her bottom lip and then smiled again when that action made
him groan.

God, this woman was sexy.

Lightning and thunder continued to crash
around them as the storm came in with full force. Derrick relaxed
with Laurel pulled close, her head on his shoulder she stroked his
chest.

Drifting off into an aroused haze, they were
comfortable in each other’s arms until the storm intensified again
minutes later. Trees slapped at the house, thunder rumbled and
shook the walls after lightning struck close. The music stopped and
Laurel realized the electricity had gone out after the last bolt of
lightning sizzled nearby. There was nothing now, but the sounds of
the storm and their breathing.

Derrick roused, pulling Laurel up to him in a
strong embrace, encircling her with his arms, holding her tight,
kissing her hard on her soft lips. She kissed him back with the
fervor of a stoked fire catching hold again, burning hotter and
flaming higher. She could feel him grow rock hard against her.

He pulled back to look at her,
appreciating—then he was kissing her again. Leaning over her, he
took her lips for himself. His kiss was soft, then harder,
insistent. He searched her velvet mouth with his tongue and sucked
at her bottom lip. She surged with a heat that made her gasp, and
pressed her body into him begging for more. He grew harder still,
wanting to fill her, to feel her around him, to please her.

He gently pushed her back into the bed,
hovering above her, capturing her lips once more. Her body exploded
with heat from head to toe.

He nipped at her neck.

She whimpered in want.

Derrick lowered his head and nibbled a trail
slowly to her breasts. She moaned as he captured a taut nipple in
his mouth, pulling, nipping, licking, and teasing, stroking the
other with his thumb.

“So soft.” He groaned, deep and long,
impatient but knowing he had to take his time. Continuing, he
trailed lower and the scorch of his kiss threatened to explode her.
When he reached her hips, she stopped him, cupping his face pulling
him up gently to look into his eyes.

“That’s a lesson for another day,
sweetheart.” The thought spread a lustful grin across his face.
They laughed softly, together.

As he worked his way back to her neck, he
took time to touch every nerve ending on her thighs, stomach,
breasts. His erection bounced hot against her, with every tap she
sucked in a breath.

Derrick settled beside her to explore her
with his hands. He kissed her shoulders, slowly caressing her.
Gathering her close to him, he ran his fingers down her backside.
His hands slid down, grazed the separation, then moved lower to
grab a buttock in each hand, laying her hard against him, kneading,
pulling. Eyes closed, neck bared, every nerve ending on fire,
Laurel was longing for her own climax.

The wait alone was driving her into a frenzy.
His touch pushed her higher. Sliding his hand down the top of her
thigh, he made his way. Slowly teasing her with his touch, he
grazed her nether lips. He felt her heat as she pushed into his
hand.

Derrick looked into her eyes as he began to
explore her soft wet folds. The sensation overwhelming her as his
finger slid to her hardened clit. Her hips bucked against his hand
with a volition all their own. Her response was loud and the “Ahhh”
that parted her lips was like rock candy exploding in his mouth,
sweet and intense as he kissed her. Then he hesitated—stopped and
moved his hand away. She opened her eyes to stare into fiery pools
of amber.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, oh, God no. Please—,” she begged of him,
curving to him, pulling him back.

He continued his exploration into the silky
folds of her full, wet sex. He slid a long finger down and then
deep into her waiting passage. She was as near orgasm as she could
get without complete explosion. She arched to him, her loud burst,
flooded him, pushing him to take her. Deep, then shallow, he
stroked, driving her higher and higher. He added a finger gently
circling her hardened clit, her reaction a reward for his tender
touch.

Laurel’s entire body was shaking when she
pulled him over her. She dripped with desire; her body ready to
accept him, yearning for him to drive her to the peak of passion.
She pulled him closer and grasped his hard shaft.

His eyes questioned her. Waiting, wanting, he
watched her intently.

Guiding his tip into her, she shuddered in
anticipation.

“Derrick.” She whispered his name. She wanted
Derrick.

Her other hand slid down his back as she
raised her knees farther. Derrick slid into her slowly at first,
then overtaken, drove deep, hard. Burying himself deep into her,
the passionate surprise drew a loud gasp from her.

“You feel soooo good,” she whispered.

Not wanting to wait a second longer, every
nerve ending nearly bursting, completely on fire, she rotated her
hips encouraging him. Instinct took over. He began long, seductive
strokes that broke any control she had left.

Slow, easy at first, then harder and deeper.
He was rewarded with soft moans and shudders. She clamped hard
around him, feeling his delicious strength. Appreciating the way he
filled her, she quivered from the inside out.

The grasp of her tight walls around him
pushed him to the edge. Her body’s acceptance of him flooded his
senses with a rush he’d never known. Both staring into the others
eyes, savoring each sensation, they could no longer hold back.

Laurel grabbed his hips hard. He crashed into
her, deep. As if he’d always been her lover, Derrick took control.
His strokes varied as he watched her reactions. Slow, fast,
shallow, deep, he searched for every level of pleasure he could
give her.

With each thrust, they built their climax
together. A sheen of sweat covered them. Their passion overtook
them as the storm crashed outside. She wrapped her legs around him
and pulled him closer; he responded, thrusting harder, faster,
deeper. Their eyes closed as the intensity became too much.

Time slowed, everything fell away, her throat
voiced her pleasure, piercing the night as lightning exploded
outside. Her orgasm rode with the thunder, rolling through her body
with flashes of heat and light. It broke him, he thundered after
her, roaring his own, as he pulsed deep inside her, shaking.

His deep thrusts, and hot pulses, spurred her
to another plateau of pleasure. They each worked to complete the
other. His strength finally left him and he fell against her. Each
gathered the other in tight embrace, wanting to stay right where
they were, neither wanting to let the other go.

They rolled to their side, holding each other
tight. Understanding. What they had been for each other didn’t need
words. Derrick and Laurel stayed in each other’s arms. The storm
quieted to a steady rain.